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Welfare Band
03:33
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It’s 10 P.M. Do you know where your children are? And what your government is doing?
Slam! 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8
I wanna play in a welfare band. I wanna take grant money from your government. We need to subsidize our lack of musicianship. We need to subsidize our lack of originality. I want to be a rock star at tax payer expense cuz we can’t make it out there on our own.
Long live the welfare band. Taking public resources and wasting them. So suburban kids can play rock star at your expense. How does that make you feel Joe Tax payer? Angry!
Give me my welfare handout!
Major labels won’t touch us with a ten foot pole cuz they know how much we suck. So we make up a little fake prefab image. Cuz our fake prefab image is all that we got. We don’t want to get a job and
earn it ourselves. We don’t want to work for it at all.
God bless the welfare band. It’s a financial burden to the working man. It’s just another bankrupting social program. We got a second rate education system. We got a crumbling infrastructure in decay. We got homeless people starving on the streets but that’s O.K to give it away.
Give our money to the rich kids who don’t need the money at all. That’s our western style democracy to subsidize plutocracy. Doesn’t it just make you sick? Makes me puke.
Slam!
Hey moron! You might as well buy our stupid CD’s. You’ve already paid for it in spades. Long live the welfare band. Yeah! Doesn’t it make you feel real good inside to know that your government.....They know how to spend your money wisely on welfare bands. Taxes well spent (repeat x3). God bless the welfare state.
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Rwanda Machete
03:09
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One million dead. Most hacked to death with machete’s. Rwanda country side soaked in blood. The United Nations didn’t give a damn about a bunch of third world impoverished farmers. No oil or
diamond mines to protect.
The United Nations is a global government institution designed to service the elite. Kofi Annan would’ve
had to care if the same thing happened in Saudi Arabia. Yet the media chose to sleep.
Close your eyes to the outside world watch the ball game on your T.V. Never mind the war crimes abroad. Shut your mouth and do as you’re told. This is the doctrine you’ve been sold. Pay your taxes and take your drugs.
And when you awake don’t forget about all the things that you regret. History tends to repeat itself. If anything the twentieth century has taught us a lesson in that.
Rwanda Machete (repeat x4)!
The General Romeo Dallaire could’ve stopped this whole genocidal affair with ten thousand troops and tanks on the ground. How many troops do we have stationed on the border of South Korea? How many
years since that war has ceased? The military industrial complex is stupid.
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Welcome To The Scene
03:35
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Welcome to the scene. But remember it is in fact OUR SCENE! And if you want to fit into our boring obsolete hierarchy then you’ll have to abide by two simple rules. ONE! Never upstage us no matter how
much we fucking suck. And TWO! Be as phony as you can.
Welcome to the scene. It’s as stale as a bucket of
piss. Welcome to the scene. A bunch of rehash and
boringness. Woe, woe, woe, woe. Woe, woe, woe, we’re social climbing (repeat).
Take Johnny Local for example. He’s gonna be a real
big star someday. Just look at the way he does his
hair. And see how easy it was for him to stab all of his old friends in the back. That’s all you need to do to become popular in the city of Punkton. And walking around with an undeserved sense of entitlement
doesn’t hurt either. After all in the scene, we need our social acceptance like a crack whore needs to
suck dick for rock.
Welcome to the scene. Be prepared to kiss our ass.
Welcome to the scene. If you don’t you’re not going
to last. Woe, woe, woe, woe. Woe, woe, woe. We’re social climbing (repeat)
Don’t ya wanna be (social climb) a poser punk just
like me? (Social climb) Then you’ll have to go to the
only Hub city we know. (Social climb). It’s a town
where nobody goes to the local punk rock shows. Cuz
it’s ruled by snots. A bunch of rich kids that use
to be skinheads.
Woe, woe, woe, woe. Woe, woe, woe. We’re social climbing (repeat).
Our definition of punk rock is letting a former Nazi skinhead book all of the shows and forcing anyone
out who is a threat to our inflated egos. We pretend to be macho tough guys and we have a homophobic complex. But it’s all a part of our image. Everybody knows we’d suck a dick if we thought it
would get us on MTV.
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False Idol God
03:13
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You’re preordained by a false idol god. You must submit to its every whim. You’ve been beguiled by the powers that be that manufacture consent.
The government lies to consolidate their rule. The media lies
to manipulate the fool. It’s indignant. Indicative of moral corruption. Your false Idol god is preordained.
It’s a feudal state of redundant bureaucrats. Advocates for hypocrisy. Pedantic laws. Ostentatious narcissists apathetic to your plight. I’ve been chastised for consorting with the truth. I’m ostracized for free eclectic thought. I’ve been sanctioned for my ideals but I won’t capitulate. Your false idol god is
preordained.
Not preordained by a false Idol god (repeat x3).
Pop culture is your false idol god and your indulgence is the messiah. You’ve crucified your right to free will by ingesting the poison of media. When will we awake from this slumber? When will we see this is
not reality? When will we stop killing each other for control of the wealth and submission of the weak?
Not preordained by a false idol god (repeatx3).
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