Let's Worship Degenerates

by Folkicide

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Recorded March 6th 2010 at Merriam Shoals Studio by David Moore (Rough Edges Smoothed the following weekend by David. . .)

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released June 1, 2010

Fondly dedicated to the memory of Russ Bassman

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Track Name: Down Above
Goddamn me for being a worthless man
Goddamn me for being a worthless man

This blood moist computer
Buried inside my skull
Tries to be rational
Crashes emotional
I’m unrealistic
Completely pessimistic
Alcoholic no good neurotic

Goddamn me for being a listless man
Goddamn me for being a hateful man

There’s no escaping this tailspin
The genetic fix is in
Neurons misfiring
Freewill expiring
I spend a bit too much time
Wishing I was dead
Folkicide is ultra-blues
I do declare my friend
Goddamn me for being a hateful man
Goddamn me for being a lazy man
Goddamn me for being a worthless man
Goddamn me for being the man I am
Yeah, there is no God there is no God there is no God
Down above
Track Name: Meat Marionette
Meat marionette
I suspect we’re all puppets

The little man behind my eyes
Does not exist but lord how he tries
To create a cohesive narrative

Meat marionette
I suspect we’re all puppets

It all feels so natural
Just like there’s a soul hiding in your body

Meat marionette
I suspect we’re all puppets
Track Name: Kantian Peace
Making ugly noises on my guitar X2
Life is a pendulum that swings between pain and boredom
Or so said the German X2
It’s going to take a perfect hate
To make a Kantian peace

Making ugly noises on my guitar
Making sounds that burn my ears like napalm
Mankind or so it seems cannot survive without absurdity
Or so said the German
How I love those whacky Germans
Going to kill a lot of folks
To make a Kantian peace
Track Name: Another Screen
We’d pay to see Mike Tyson fight a chimpanzee
The Romans never had it so good you must agree
But when our wretched relative gets done dismembering him
We’ll change the channel and stare at another screen

We’d love to see a manatee fused with a human being
That degree of suffering is just what we need
But when our grotesque creation demands restitution
We’ll change the channel and stare at another screen

We’d like to see Diana in a shade of red
The moment her drunken chauffeur lobbed off her head
But when we grow bored with this particular carnage
We’ll change the channel and stare at another screen

We’d pay to see the blood flowing in the streets
As long as it is not ours we relish the treat
But as Western Civilization continues its retreat
You can’t change the channel and stare at another screen
Track Name: Little Jimmy Scream
His views were elitist
A filthy white supremacist
He wished uncle Adolf could have won the war
Than his expertise at the crematory
Would always be in vogue

Little Jimmy Scream
It’s all just a dream
You’ll get your race war you cute little thug
Little Jimmy Scream
Your world is ice cream
It will melt before your will

Each and every day
He read his Nietzsche
Underlining what he understood
He felt out of place being of the master race
His Jewish grandmother really bummed him out

Little Jimmy Scream
It’s all just a dream
You’ll get your race war you cute little thug
Little Jimmy Scream
You’ve got a weak spleen
But that don’t excuse your paranoia

At night he’d sweat
His stomach upset
The white girls made him feel low
Like the crow eating the entrails
Of the dead opossum at the side of the road
He knew he would always be alone

Little Jimmy Scream
Your vision’s obscene
No one race is supreme
Track Name: Liberal Dystopia
Liberal dystopia
Porno tastes so good
Liberal dystopia
Her parents understood
That she sucked a real mean cock
And the cameras ate it up
And in the end she made a buck or two

Liberal dystopia
Foul goth chicks drinking blood
Liberal dystopia
Who am I to judge?
As they slice the veins on their tits
And take dainty little sips
Hepatitis never tasted so good

Liberal dystopia--We do what we do
Liberal dystopia--Our souls are black and blue
Liberal dystopia--The stench of freedom
Liberal dystopia—Anomie celebration