At social functions of the marching band
He takes his routine up on the stand,
And trying to get the lay of the land
You know he sings and dances in »
Hang On
CJ Fish
by Country Joe & the Fish
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ideological
Offensive. Any social activity affects the mass. Laibach functions as a
Creative allusion of strict institutionality, identification with »
Perspektive
The Occupied Europe Tour 1985
by Laibach
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fucking real
(never nothin')
No way-heart felt attraction
That never takes action
Just meetings and functions
And social corruptions
All your niches »
No Way Out
D Generation
by D Generation
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the box or suction
Ain't got no close potnahs, socially I cain't function
From the pen he would scribe, on how to survive:
"Don't be Microsoft, be »
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada Last Night
Steal This Album
by The Coup
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buttons silence
The outside crowd
One world government has outlawed war among nations
Now social control requires population termination
Have we »
N M 156
The Warning
by Queensrÿche
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Oppression
Quickening
Aspirations
Left unseen
Lost in occupations
Becoming socially secured
Life's manipulation
Age endures
Accepting circumstances
Resentment »
Arise
Swallowed in Black
by Sadus
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Chorus:
Killa Rhyme Klik keeps the function live
Heads treat my lovely on the 1-2-5
I might socialize if I dip and dive
'Cause it's the daily routine »
Killa Rhyme Klik
Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again
by House of Pain
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daylight quota, pop luck lottery info
GigaPet rapist, internet pedophile disco
Sensationalist function of truth, dirty ass fetish
Glass bubble lo-cal »
Looking Over a City
Quannum Spectrum
by El-P
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Love]
Knocked off and awestruck
With a touch of destruction
Catch a southpaw punch [ding!] when I step in the function
Fluctuating and punctuating you »
Let It Roll
Full Circle
by Hieroglyphics
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home sweet home
when the thought crossed my mind that I had left my microphone
And me without a mic is like a brother with no function
That's like (?) »
Duck Ya Head
Breakin' Combs
by Dred Scott
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the spectacle, the grand social circus.
*
Up against the rows of grey robots who control our lives
The things we have to offer sometimes seem so frail. »
Yes Sir, I Will
Christ the Bootleg
by Crass
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