Album Notes

Lyric Sheet Mansaveman Posse Comitatus Peasant's Revolt: ----- How could you forget me? Must I need to remind you? I can tell right now you're scared. I should make a census, welcome to the real world, but you just won't get it. You can take the darkness, something more familiar. It's too late to feel regret, Like to make a toast, here's to all the real ones. But you just won't get it, you can take and break me make me so familiar. I've got something you can't replace. You couldn't find a way to deal with the rejection. No more thoughts I get it, I can fill the void with just another question. And now what did you think you did, you'll Never get off by testing my reactions. Here's advice now take it, it doesn't take a genius to know you'll never make it. Did you forget the story ends? Did you forget there were no friends? You lost me on a pile of crap, you seek watch out behind the trash. I'm now calling all of your bluffs, just tell em all that you've had enough. Did you see all the, battle wounds, try to escape and you'll get them too. Don't regret I'm paranoid, the son that you, just can't avoid. Did you forget I dealt the cards? Did you forget another start? You remember me now don't you? ----------------- Battle of Browning: ------- Hey what did you do with it? Is it carrying? Does it work to your benefit? Is there a mess of it? Are you case sensitive? Lost in a narrative? These things are imperative. No more quips for acquaintances. I swim, up, stream, cause everything breaks. I'm pouring cold water on all you pussies. Can I borrow your rose garden? I've got a wild dog problem. Hey what did you do with me, insult to injury? You're gathering enemies. Someone sucked out to sea? Chemical tendencies. Admitting it openly. I see you your broken dreams, start with the screams. I float down stream, because I will do whatever it takes. ----------------- Spill: --- I'm reckless and depressed. Don't mind the bruises. Severed arteries, doesn't bother me. I'm not tolerant, don't get defensive. The idea of getting hurt makes it all worthwhile. While I may be, rash, the devil makes me. Behind broken glass, I will all lay open. Try to understand, I don't need to prove it. Wont make one more rip, without going through with it. I'm reckless and depressed, don't change the subject. How it ought to be, Is not a thought for me. Let's all start happiness, I have an absence, is their something I need to add? Then I can always turn. Your infection, burnt in my reflection, and my best face turned to sickness and hate, tried to understand, I don't need to prove it. Sadness makes the man give up and lose it. I will lose another fruitful fight, I will give another iddy inch, I will need another group of reasons to put you back in your place. Swing swing batter batter. I don't need to make another group of right. I don't have just a bunch of sins, I wont need another group of reasons to put you back in your place. Swing batter batter swing. I'm reckless and depressed can't stand the new you, your idea of fitting in with ego citizens. I've just had enough of coke up faces, don't need your boring bitter false stories. While I may be rash, the devil makes me. Behind broken glass, I will lay open. Try to understand, I don't need to prove it. I won't make one more threat without going through with it. ----------------- Emmit our Savior: ----- Two fingers stand for peace and five fingers make a fist. One finger goes out to the thought of a hundred Gods exist. Do you think there is enough room on Peter's lonely list, for a Punk Rock Christian Straight Edge Anarchist. You're either with the God, or your against us. If we can't convert them, we will breed to grow our census. Christians feel self righteous. Muslims feel self righteous, Jews all feel self righteous, you've got to choose to man up a level. Christians shoving cash up the ass o