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