A Global Threat – Don’t Look

Reject the stuff you’re taught

Bored more than not

So what? They’ve got a crutch

It’s nothing you could ever touch

Don’t look

Don’t look onto your lawn

There’s a billboard built for God

You won’t be saved if what you crave are god-fearing minds

So you’ll be a slave until the grave to terms the church defines

If all you want is just your own set of rules

Never nurse a guilty conscience for a bunch of fools

>> My Neighbors

I don’t really care if you call me a fag

I’ve known fags who are better men than you

And I know you’re not measured by what you’re called

You’re measured by what you do

So what’s the difference to you? It’s not your life

Mild mannered by day, a stupid fuck by night

You’re clever and in control of situations you provoke

I can hear you laughing at punch lines

But I didn’t hear a joke

>> Smoke Up Your Ass

I’m kissing your million dollar grin

You’re knocking and I’m gonna let you in

I’m basking in charisma when your gesture commands

I’m shaking your over-shaken hand

So when will the faces of the people we all see

Above the headlines resemble somebody like me?

His collar’s whiter than his skin like predesecors past

He got no check on the ballot I cast

Debating on nothing good for us

It’s over, who needs your fuckin’ trust

I’m asking for charisma and I see you’re like the rest

Telling me to fuck off; who’d ever guess?

Here’s smoke up your ass

>> Sucks To The Political

If punk’s not a religion then you don’t have a savior’s word

And it’s not, so I never will subscribe to your thoughts

‘Cause you’ve got nothing to say that I haven’t heard

Gospel talk and the holy word

Save the world my back is turned

And I don’t see the point to life as some kind of martyr

‘Cause you’re always pushing your solutions on me

But there’s always someone pushing harder

You’re always right, to live is sin

In a perfect world I guess we’d all repent