The International Noise Conspiracy- Capitalism Stole My Virginity
nowhere is untouched by the shame, who said we could get by with our childhood games
days of innocence are all long gone, avoid the shock honey and try to live on
woke up all paralyzed, all dreams corrupted in front of our eyes
‘cause on every forehead of every little whore, there is a sign that says:
baby don’t come back no more
distasteful ugly and cheap, that is how you make me feel I said
capitalism stole my virginity
robbed out of our bleeding hearts, smashed our illusions, tore them all apart
but now we are unsentimental and unafraid to destroy this culture that we hate
so tired of being nothing when, when we should be everything
and on every forehead of every little whore there is a sign that says:
baby we are all born to die
distasteful ugly and cheap, that is how you make me feel I said
capitalism stole my virginity
we are all sluts, cheap products in someone else’s notebook
distasteful ugly and cheap, that is how you make me feel I said
capitalism stole my virginity
Mudhoney - Hate The Police
Mommy, mommy, mommy
Look at your son
You might have loved me
But now I got a gun
You better stay out of my way
I think I’ve had a bad day
I’ve had a bad day
I’ve had a bad day
Daddy, daddy, daddy
Proud of your son
Got himself a good job
Killing niggers and Mexicans
I’ll tell you one thing, it’s true
You can’t find justice, it’ll find you
It’ll find you
It’ll find you
People tell policemen
They’ve met their match
Down in them desert sands
Mudhoney won’t catch
Mudhoney hates policemen, yes, it’s true
You can’t find justice, it’ll find you
It’ll find you
It’ll find you
It’ll find you
Mommy, mommy
Look at your son
You might have loved me
A gun
You better stay out of my way
I’ve had a bad day
I’ve had a bad day
Mommy, I’ve had a bad day
Mommy, I’ve had a bad day
Mommy
FUGAZI merchandise
When we have nothing left to give
There will be no reason for us to live
But when we have nothing left to lose
You will have nothing left to use
We owe you nothing you have no control
Merchandise keeps us in line
Common sense says it’s by design
What could a businessman ever want more
than to have us sucking in his store
We owe you nothing
You have no control
You are not what you own
