VOLUME III LYRICS
VOLUME III chronicles Dave Insurgent's journey of self-actualization, the awakening of his anarchist sensibilities, and his attempt at redemption. Life and Times Revisited, Volume III, is a conceptual work based on Insurgent's short life.
HAPLESS MISFITS
I don’t care my mother fucking father
And I don’t care about my blessed loving mother
They never bothered to give me a sister
And the only people I consider as my brothers
Are those hapless misfits
Throwing a shit fit
They wanted me to be a doctor or a lawyer
But I didn’t want to be a capitalist exploiter
Not within this evil new world order
That’s why I’ve become society’s destroyer
Like those hapless misfits
Throwing a shit fit
Hapless misfits
Throwing a shit fit
Gotta lotta nerve to be out here ruling
Exploiting the masses with deceiving confusion
Leaving the people in helpless delusion
It’s just the truth that’s always been proven
Like a Hapless Misfit
Throwing a shit fit
Hapless misfits
Throwing a shit fit
Right now!
Now!
SPOKEN WORD I
Sometimes we find ourselves at odds with our parents and society alike. In order to improve our world and that means our own little world and the world around us
The environment we all live in the air that we all breathe in.
The planet is a fragile thing the way it’s not been treated well it does not need to be improved upon it needs to be left alone so it could heal thyself.
NEW, IMPROVED MOTHER EARTH
A, New Improved Mother Earth
The seed has failed and growth won’t spurt
Where greedy men do endless search
Taking things of new real worth
Suffering unnatural birth
When men pollute its gentle turf
Taint her roots until she hurts
A new, improved Mother Earth
The food she grows that men has cursed
When oil spills on sand and surf
Soon she’ll die as heavens burst
What’s to become of mother's earth
SPOKEN WORD II
How joyous is it not to have to bring home any work. Who wants to work for an employer when they could work for themselves. What would be sustainable is if we all grew our own garden and cooked our own meals and took care of our own.
IDLE HANDS
Don’t want to work a job or 3
Or have to suit up for some company
Be a zombie in a factory
America’s dream for its society
Wanna know how it all began
I went and follow the devil’s plan
Don’t care if they say I’m damned
Cause I was born with these idle hands
Gotta choice that I gotta choose
Don’t want my time to be misused
It’s why my alarm is set for snooze
Don’t want no debts or pay no dues
Spread a towel out on the sand
As I work on my killer tan, ha!
Don’t care if you say I’m damned
Cuz I was born with these idle hands
Develop a personality
That will help us all break free
From the shackles of economy
Which has caused so much agony
So here I go I make my stand
Against the people who harmed the land
Don’t care if they say I’m damned
Cause I was born with these idle hands
SPOKEN WORD III
Why is it that only hippies are allowed to have free love, free love should be allowed within any group because love is free love is beautiful and love belongs to us all
L’AMOUR EST ENTRE MES JAMBES
Searching for true love
But you never seem to find it
It's not that hard to find
Cause I never try to hide it
You know you can't deny
That you really wanna ride it
So why don't you abide
C’mon here and try it
Cause L’amour Est Entre Mes Jambes
Means LOVE IS BETWEEN MY LEGS
It’s not in my heart or my head
Yeah, L’amour Est Entre Mes Jambes
Let me make you mine
Let me get beside you
It will work out fine
As soon as I'm inside you
Let's make love ‘till we die
Let me get higher baby
So come and cop a feel
And make a meal of my pink steel
Cause L’amour Est Entre Mes Jambes
Means LOVE IS BETWEEN MY LEGS
It’s not in my heart or my head
Yeah, L’amour Est Entre Mes Jambes
UNDRESS LET IT ALL HANG LOOSE BABY
GET A TASTE OF MY LOVE JUICE
Guitar!
Yeah L’amour Est Entre Mes Jambes
Means LOVE IS BETWEEN MY LEGS
It’s not in my heart or my head
Yeah, L’amour Est Entre Mes Jambes
SPOKEN WORD IV
Sometimes you have to understand that a lot of people in your life that you wish could be there aren’t there for you anymore. Realize that people aren’t supportive of your endeavors anymore so you must go on and find new support where you can.
THE BEGINNING OF THE END
I’ll know
It’s the beginning of the end
I’ll know
When everything you say & do is just to offend
Then I’ll know
It’s the beginning of the end
When your doormat doesn’t say welcome friend
Yeah I’ll know
it’s the beginning of the end
I’ll know
when you tear up all the letters I send
Then I’ll know
it’s the beginning of the end
when your doormat doesn’t say welcome friend
Yeah I’ll know
it’s the beginning of the end
Yeah, I’ll know
When there’s nothing left for us to mend
Then I’ll know
It’s the beginning of the end
when your doormat doesn’t say
welcome friend
Yeah, I’ll know
(When I’m lying in the gutter)
I’ll know (I’ll know)
(And I’m begging ya please)
Yeah, I’ll know (I’ll know)
(Cause I’m down on my knees)
I’ll know (I’ll know)
(Like I got a disease)
Yeah, I’ll know
I’ll know
It’s the beginning of the end
Yeah, I’ll know
When the love you give is pretend
Then I’ll know
It’s the beginning of the end
when your doormat doesn’t say
welcome friend
Yeah, I’ll know
(When I passed out on the floor)
Yeah, I’ll know (I’ll know)
(Like you seen me before)
Yeah, I’ll know
(and then ya’ spit in my face)
Yeah, I’ll know (I’ll know)
(Like I’m a disgrace)
I’ll know
SPOKEN WORD V
It’s easy to flaunt drugs when things are going good but is it really easy when you are encapsulated by any drug. It is a sad thing to be a prisoner in your own mind.
LUCKY 7
A bundle, a bindle, a hustle, a swindle
Cop Lucky 7, wind up in heaven or hell
You never can tell
You cook it, you foil it, your head in the toilet Cop Lucky 7, wind up in heaven or hell
You never can tell
(I like to try everything once but things I like I try 'em twice)
A crackhead, a dope fiend, diluted fuck codeine I am home but don't call
I'm cooking speed ball, oh yeah
IN THE THIRSTY HOUR
Hear it calling can’t be stalling
Let’s get rolling got the thirst
Hit the streets like a beast
Poor man’s feast it’s my curse
Lost the love and the laughter
All because I’m chasing after
For some doe to cop some dope
Time to go to a spot I know
Cause Im thirsty
I’m thirst (got the thirst)
I’m in the thirsty hour
Now I’m thirsty…
Feeling heat from the streets
Getting beat lost it’s worth
Started stealing turn to dealing
Still no healing got no mirth
Lost the love and the laughter
All because I’m chasing after
For some doe to cop some dope
Time to go to a spot I know
I’m thirsty
I’m thirsty…
Sunken eyes idolize getting high
From bad to worse
Once again I can’t defend
I can not mend my bloody thirst
Lost the love and the laughter
All because I’m chasing after
For some doe to cop some dope
Now you know I gotta go
Cause I’m thirsty
SPOKEN WORD VI
The body decides when it’s had enough and not the brain when there is a breakdown that was bound to happen.
CROWN OF THORNS
I’ve done what I’ve done
Become what I’ve become
Never followed the sun
But I won’t wear no more this crown of thorns
I’ve lost what I owned
Can’t find my way home
Never felt so alone
But I won’t wear no more this crown of thorns
SPOKEN WORD VII
There are people out there that can never be controlled so when one goes tempting those around them they can not be stopped.
TEMPTRESS
She’s out there
Her hair is flowing
the clothes she wears
Her body is calling
She’s not scared
There’s no emoting
When she’s out there
There’s no controlling her
She’s like fire
She’s so igniting
She’s always wired
She’ll do the fighting
When things get dire
She’s so conniving
She’ll never tire
From driving ‘em insane
With despair
She goes on roaming
A distant stare
There’ll be a showing
The poison glare
That’s really glowing
But she’s not scared
There’s no controlling her
Temptress
SPOKEN WORD VII
Our society is sickened when the individuals are not well enough to function.
NECROPHILIA
The only place I wanna get off in
is in my dead baby’s coffin
I feel so young I feel so fresh
when my throbbing cock meets ice cold flesh
Necrophilia
It’s not as bad as it seems
Necrophilia
A mortician’s wet dream
I’ll be your butcher I’ll be your baker
I’ll even be your undertaker
If you wanna have sex
Don’t even ask it
Unless we do it in a casket
Necrophilia
It’s not as bad as it seems
Necrophilia
A mortician’s wet dream
You wanna get sucked
You wanna get licked
Then come and do it in a crypt
Before your friends asks what happened
You’ll be dead before the night ends
Necrophilia
A mortician’s wet dream
Necrophilia
So go and scream thy last scream
SPOKEN WORD IX
What makes a man not want to live anymore. What does the man do in a situation such as that. A man knows when it’s time to say goodbye to life.
HERE COME THE KHAZARS
You changed your name
But still the same
All your faults they still remain
like a silly game
From a child born rich and wild
You go beguile with that smile
Was it worth the while
Then you go wandering alone in the night
Like a whore in some candy store
You always grabbing cause you need some more
But they closed the door
Late at night
avoiding fights demands
That you go out of sight
When you just ain’t right
Like the whores at the corner store
But there’s a man outside the door
That won’t let you score
Then you go wandering alone towards the light
The shifting sand late at night
Commands that you go up aground
So you’ll be found
like a child that’s way too wild
You lost the guile
You lost the fire
can’t get no higher
ALTERCATION AT ST. PETER’S GATE
Time I go inside
Forget the foolish laws that you abide
It’s something I will deride
Until I push myself inside
There must be more to this life
Than this crooked dimension
Witnessing my suicide
Take my hands as an inclination please
I’m begging please to let me in
Don’t wanna shed a tear
Do I have to live in crippling fear
There’s not much I can face
When my life was just a big disgrace
There must be more to this life
Than this crooked dimension
Witnessing my suicide
Take my hands as an inclination please
I’m begging please to let me in
Disregard the sin, yes
There must be more to this life
Than this crooked dimension
Witnessing my suicide
Take my hands as an inclination
I took my life with bravery in my eyes
Only to decide all of my life’s frustration
The dying breed like to see those who fall from condemnation
So let me in let me in
disregard the sin
please let me in
LET HIM IN