1000 Homo DJs - SupernautGeneral information on 1000 Homo DJs can be read here.
Notes: Thanks to D Moon for correcting some of the lyrics for Apathy.
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, 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?
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
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)Back
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