"After Agriculture" written by Barbara Barg
When we were a rare animal
Newly human beast of prey
It was one big food hunt
We were free and needy
And we lived under skies of uncertainty
We were at large in time
When we were a rare animal
Newly human beast of prey
It was one big God hunt
We were free and trembling
and we made our gods out of everything
We didn’t worship men yet
We were fond of gang life
Because our lives were . . . unpleasantly vulnerable
We haven’t changed out style
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Family Church School Nation Party Family Church School Nation Party
Family Church School Nation Party Did not make me feel so hot
Family Church School Nation Party Filled my childhood brain with rot
Family Church School Nation Party Units of hostility
Family Church School Nation Party You can’t be as good as me
If you’re not in my
Family Church School Nation Party Squeezes us so far apart
Family Church School Nation Party Slams the door on the human heart
Family Church School Nation Party Life’s so hard in history
Family Church School Nation Party I can’t live oppositionally
What do I belong to? Soul or chromosome?
Boundaries and bloodshed. Earth seems so far from
What do I belong to? Soul or chromosome?
Boundaries and bloodshed. Earlth seems so far from home
Family Church School Nation Party Drown my dreams in tribal war
Family Church School Nation Party Build Berlin Walls shore to shore
Family Church School Nation Party Vainly beg their gods to bless
Family Church School Nation Party Raise their flags above my flesh
What do I belong to? Soul or chromosome?
Boundaries and bloodshed. Earth seems so far from
What do I belong to? Soul or chromosome?
Boundaries and bloodshed. Earlth seems so far from
What do I belong to? Soul or chromosome?
Boundaries and bloodshed. Earth seems so far from
What do I belong to? Soul or chromosome?
Boundaries and bloodshed. Earlth seems so far from home
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"Criminal" written by Barbara Barg
The things that I’m thinking could put me in prison
The things that I’m thinking could put me in prison
The things that I’m thinking could put me in prison
The things that I’m thinking could put me in prison
The things that I’m thinking could put me in prison
The things that I’m thinking could put me in prison
The things that I’m thinking could put me in prison
The things that I’m thinking could put me in prison
Ooo, oooey-oooey-ooo, oooey-oooey-ooo, oooey-oooey-ooo
Ooo, oooey-oooey-ooo, oooey-oooey-ooo, oooey-oooey-ooo
Everyone’s a criminal unless you got the money, honey
Everyone’s a criminal now, oooey-oooey
Everyone’s a criminal unless you got the money, honey
Everyone’s a criminal now,
Someone owns the fruit, someone owns the soil
Someone owns the water and someone owns the oil
Someone owns the sky, someone owns the trees
Someown owns Manhattan but they can’t own me
Cuz everyone’s a criminal unless you got the money, honey
Everyone’s a criminal now, oooey-oooey
Everyone’s a criminal unless you got the money, honey
Everyone’s a criminal now,
Government is dead, corporations rule
Politicians hoping that everyone’s a fool
Wanna live and wish, don’t wanna be a slave
Anything I gotta do to break that cage
Aw everyone’s a criminal unless you got the money, honey
Everyone’s a criminal now, oooey-oooey
Everyone’s a criminal unless you got the money, honey
Everyone’s a criminal now,
Someone owns the fruit, someone owns the soil
Someone owns the water and someone owns the oil
Someone owns the sky, someone owns the trees
Someown owns Manhattan but they can’t own me
Aw everyone’s a criminal unless you got the money, honey
Everyone’s a criminal now, oooey-oooey
Everyone’s a criminal unless you got the money, honey
Everyone’s a criminal now, na na na
Everyone’s a criminal unless you got the money, honey
Everyone’s a criminal now, oooey-oooey
Everyone’s a criminal unless you got the money, honey
Everyone’s a criminal now,
The things that I’m thinking could put me in prison
The things that I’m thinking could put me in prison
Oooey-oooey-oooey, oooey-oooey-oooey, oooey-oooey-oooey-oooooo
"What I Think About" written by Maggie Dubris
What I think about when I think about sex, it ain't necessarily death
What I think about when I think about sex, it ain't necessarily death
What I think about when I think about love, it ain't necessarily what comes of it
What I think about when I think about sex, it ain't necessarily death
It's raining in the city but it storms on the deep blue sea
I'm looking for a yellow cab that's bringing you to me
It's raining on the city but it storms on the deep blue sea
Behind these windows I can be exactly who I want to be
Whoah oh oh, plagues I hear they come and go
Radio says, "Bad times coming, bad times coming,"
No No more Be-bop-a-lula Be-bop-a-lula
The papers all say, "No more loving no,"
It's raining in the city but it storms on the deep blue sea
I'm looking for the yellow cab that's bringing you to me
It's raining in the city but it storms on the deep blue sea
Behind these windows I can be exactly who I want to be
What I think about when I think about sex, it ain't necessarily death
What I think about when I think about sex, it ain't necessarily death
What I think about when I think about love is not necessarily what comes of it
What I think about when I think about sex, it ain't necessarily death
It ain't necessarily death, it ain't necessarily death . . .