1000 Homo DJs - Supernaut

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  1. Supernaut
  2. Hey Asshole!
  3. Apathy
  4. Better Ways

Notes: Thanks to D Moon for correcting some of the lyrics for Apathy.

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Supernaut

Practially every one of the top 40 records being played on every radio station in 
the United States is a communication to the children to take a trip, to cop out, to 
groove.  The psychedelic jackets on the record albums have their own hidden symbols 
and messages as well as the lyrics to all the top rock songs and they all sing the 
same refrain: It's fun to take a trip, put acid in your veins.

I want to reach out and touch the sky
I want to touch the sun but I don't want to fly
I'm gonna climb up every mountain of the moon
I find the distance melts away with the spoon

Supernaut
Supernaut

I've crossed the ocean, done every land
I found the pot under a golden rainbow's end
I've been through magic and through life's reality
I've lived a thousand years it never bothered me

Bothered me
Supernaut
Bothered me
Supernaut

They all sing the same refrain: It's fun to take a trip, put acid in your veins.

Got no religion, don't need no friends
Got all I want and I got no need to pretend

Don't try to reach me, 'cause I'd tear up your mind
I've seen the future and I leave it all behind

Supernaut
Supernaut


Hey Asshole

Hey, hey, hey you, hey you punk, yeah that's right pull over now. Pull over now. 
Pull over now. I said pull it over! That's right. Let me see some ID. Let me see
 your license. What is this? What is this shit? This says "expired". Alright, get 
the fuck out of the car now. What is that? Get a fucking hair... 

What is that fucking long hair? Get a haircut. Hey Joe, look at this guy! Can you 
see this? He's a fucking sissy. That's right. Alright, up against the car now. 
That's right, spread'em! I said spread'em! 
You punk. Look at you, you fucking punk.
What rights? You want to hear your rights? Fuck your rights. Spread'em. Hey, 
you want to spend the night in county, huh? Huh? What do you think you are? Huh? 
You think you're fucking smart? Why I ought to... Hey what is that, punk? What 
did you call me? You call me pig? I'll fucking throw you down so fast... Fuck you.
You punk. Alright, fuck you. Where did you get this fucking car anyways? 

What is this, a Dodge? Fucking '69 Dodge? You're driving... You got a license for 
this? You got plates? Where's the plates on this thing? I'll bet you ain't got any 
insurance. You're driving around with no insurance, aren't you? Hey Joe, look at this
guy. Alright, hey, what do you ... what's with your bitch? Get her out ... You, 
bitch, get out of the car now, too. Yeah that's right. Spread'em! Get a fucking 
haircut! You got a job? What kind of job? Get a real job, punk!

Alright, freeze! Stay right where you are, don't move a fucking inch. Don't move a 
muscle. That's right, down, down on the floor, get down. On your tummy. Spread'em! 
What is this? What do we got here? A package. You got a package. What is this doing?
White package. Oh, I see, yeah, you're a fucking drug addict. You're a fucking drug 
addict! Get a fucking job!

What's with your chick? She fucking ... Oh, Jesus Christ, she's got an earing in her 
nose! Joe, look at this chick! She's fucking sick. My God! I hope she don't fucking 
hang around with chicks ... I don't want my fucking daughter ... Oh God, what a 
nightmare! Quit your fucking whining. I don't want to hear about it. Get in the back 
... Look, I don't want to hear about your fucking rights. You got one right. You got 
the right to get in the back seat of the car now. You got it? What? What was that? I 
didn't hear that. I didn't fucking hear that. Look, that's it. You're going down now.
That's it. And what's with that fucking earing? What are you a fag? You some kind of 
fucking sissy, huh? That's right, you're going down with me ... and you too ma'am.
Let's go. I'm sorry, I don't want to hear about it. I don't want to hear your crying.
You're with him. Don't give me this. Let's see the fucking shit in your pockets. 

Come on. You're coming with me now.

Hey look, I can make this real easy. I can just beat the shit out of you and drop you
off somewhere and fuck the report. You know I got three fucking pages of reports in 
triplicate. So fuck you. You give me any hard time I'm going to fuck you up. You 
understand? You see this fucking gun right here? I'll drill you so full of holes you 
won't know what the fuck hit you.

My God, you're basically crying. God dammit, she sounds like a fucking ... blaugh. 

Oh she's annoying! Oh my God she sounds like fucking ... uh ... what the hell is that
 ... Joe, who is that bitch that whines all the time? That, uh, Erma Bombeck or 
somebody?

Alright, open up the trunk. That's right. What's with the bat? What's with the bat in
the back seat? What, do you play baseball? Oh I see. Oh you're a gangbanger. Let me 
see your fucking signs, let me see your colors. You got colors? I got colors. Right 
here. Fucking black and blue all over your face.
What, are you representing? You want to throw down, punk, huh?

You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. If you don't 
have the money for an attorney, an attorney will be appointed for you. If you give up
this right, then everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of 
law. Do you understand? Oh, fuck you, I don't care if you understand. Get in the 
fucking back seat now! Spread'em, punk! Punk, I ought to give you a haircut right 
now. Hey Joe, get me my fucking razorblade. I'm cutting this kid's hair now. Look at 
him. He looks like a fucking asshole. He's a sissy. He's a fucking faggot. He drives 
a Dodge! Where are you from? Are you from the south side? Ohhh! Punk. You're a punk. 
I eat you for breakfast you little fucking weasel.

Look at his fucking mug on this picture on his license. He looks so decrepit I can't 
believe it. He's got a face only a mother could hate.

Freeze, asshole! Freeze, you fucking son of a bitch! Look, hey, I'm fucking too fat 
to be chasing you around. I'll fucking drill you full of holes, you punk. Quit you're
fucking running around. Hey look, I'm going to kill you now! Then I'll throw you out 
in the back seat, out in a back alley on the fucking south side and no one will ever 
know what the fuck happened to you. In the river with you, you punk.

That's right, you want to spend the night in county, huh? Huh? You punk, huh? You got
a job? Get a job!

Oh! What's this bag here? You got a bag of powder? Why don't you give me some and 
we'll forget about it. That's right. Yeah alright, so what. Yeah, well, yeah what am 
I? - fucking God? I'm human too. You know, you fucking punks you think we're all 
fucking the same. We're human! We got feelings! You treat us like shit, you treat us 
like fucking pigs. If it wasn't for us you little punks would be beaten up by some 
fucking nazi somewhere.

(Woman: Oh, not those handcuffs. I want the fur-lined ones.)

Hey, you like my boots?


Apathy

We tried assassinations, it's the same
Demonstrations and violence, but it's still the same to me
Economic sanctions, it's the same
Tried dragging their names through mud, but it's still the same to me

It's the same x4

Down here in the condemnations, it's the same
Protected by the laws they make, well it's still the same to me
What about the world's reaction, it's the same
The only problem is too many factions, and it's still the same to me

It's the same x4

Where the hell is the population?

All quiet for a generation
Whatever happened to the human race?
Can't you see the enemy here is you?

It's you x5

In the Tory, or the Labor camps, well it's the same
Republican or Democrat, but it's still the same to me
Go to Lenin or Marx, it doesn't matter
Starve the people while the rich get fatter
Can't you see they got us where they want us?
Can't you see the enemy here is you?


It's you 


Better Ways

You can laugh at the world
You can laugh until you're sick
You can laugh at anything you want
But I'm laughing back at you
And I'll remember you

There's no concern to you

Cause you're so independent
Well I don't fight your war
And I'll hide in the basement
Well I'll hide in the basement
I'll stick my head in sand
Well I'll stick my head up high


There must be better ways than this, I ask you
There must be better ways than this, well I'm on my knees
There must be better ways than this, I ask you

There must be better ways than this, well I'm on my knees

It seems so far away
We're so safe and sound
We let them fight their wars
And I'll buy the next round
And I'll buy the next round
I'll buy the next round
If there's anyone around

(Chorus)

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