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Die By The Horns

by Marine Corpse

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    Most of these songs were written when I was between the ages of 21 and 24--i.e. my misspent youth. I am slightly more clever these days, but only slightly. The riffs are still lethal.
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Kill For Water 03:13
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Welcome to 2010 The oil age has reached its end Most of us will meet our fates When we get nerve gassed by the state This was phase two of the plan: Exploit our labor ’til it gets out of hand When they’ve strip mined everything Kill us all off and start again! When supplies get low do you really fucking think Technocrats’ll give a shit that we can’t get a drink? They got so fucking fat off the power that we ceded That they’re gonna watch us starve when we’re no longer needed Automated factories, what the fuck you think they’re for? Killing off our kids in this latest oil war They’re prepping a new system to keep the scheme on track And we’re so dependent on their shit that we don’t fight back Well, where’s your ANSWER sign when it’s time to start the fun? Mine’s burning in the barrel but I packed my knives and gun ’cuz when I get to thirstin’ then it’s time to start the slaughter Whatcha gonna do when we have to kill for water? What you gonna do when we have to kill for water? Who you gonna shoot when we have to kill for water? Whatcha gonna do when we have to kill for water? Could you be fucking cruel if we had to kill for water? Better learn how to shoot now… It’s only getting worse, my friends Supplies are getting scarce This global industry production Has got just a few more years And all I’m fucking saying Is that when I want a drink It won’t be so fucking simple As going to the sink So if some bourgie cracker Has a stockpile of supplies I’ll step up, ring the doorbell And put one right between his eyes
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Cause Of Death 00:37
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Suicide, suicide, heart disease! Suicide, suicide, heart disease! Suicide, suicide, heart disease! Suicide, suicide, heart disease! Late stage cancer (car wreck!) Late stage cancer (car wreck!) Late stage cancer (car wreck) Late stage cancer (car wreck!) Suicide, suicide, heart disease! Suicide, suicide, heart disease! Suicide, suicide, heart disease! Suicide, suicide, heart disease! Work related accident Work related accident Work related accident Work related accident So many awesome ways to DIE
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Martial Law 01:09
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ACAB WORLDWIDE
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Dead From Not Eating 02:54
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Sister’s in a coma, purple circles ’round her eyes Sister’s in a coma, breath comes in little sighs Sister’s in a coma, skin taut over her bones Sister’s in a coma, she ain’t never comin’ home They try to use the feeding tube But her body just rejects it She hasn’t eaten in two weeks But nobody could detect it “After all,” they say “She seemed okay, we told her she looked good! Plays for the team So she’ll stay lean Just like a young girl should.” Brother’s in a stupor, he can’t believe his eyes Brother’s in a stupor as he watches sister die He thought that’s just how women look ’cause all he ever sees Is the sick, distorted, vile, contorted image on TV The family wastes its time as they gather ’round and pray To the hateful, sexist Christian god who made their girl this way A feature in the church newsletter, their holiness assured Self-righteous fucked complicity as she slips from this world Pulse gets slower Pulse gets slower Pulse gets slower Pulse gets slower Pulse gets slower, heartbeat drops Pulse gets slower, then it stops
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Veg For Satan 01:35
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Johnny Goat farmer came home last night Checked on his flock to see if they was all right Or at least as all right as slaves can be For these poor goats would never be free Destined for slaughter at the break of dawn ’cause that’s how life is for a goat on a farm Melek Ta’us rise! Melek Ta’us rise! Melek Ta’us rise! Get your Revenge John looked to the pasture, saw something queer A bleak eldritch shape that filled him with fear Vile Lord Baphomet descend’d to Earth To punish those who’d control birth John thought he’d make bank off his slave flock But now he’s impaled on a demon’s cock Melek Ta’us rise! Melek Ta’us rise! Melek Ta’us rise! Get your Revenge
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I Don't Have To Work Tomorrow 01:17
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I don't have to work tomorrow, I don't have to work tomorrow Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! Fuck my boss, he's a motherfucking asshole Fuck my boss, he's a motherfucking asshole I wanna stick my hands inside him I wanna play in his fucking guts I don't have to work tomorrow, I don't have to work tomorrow Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!
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Unshod Hooves To Supple Skulls 02:30
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Band of chargers Rollin’ 18 deep Our cunts are all drippin’ Our dicks measure two feet We run like the wind With the strength of the land And now all eyes focus On the punk with the brand Unshod hooves Ready ta fuck shit up Watch ya ass, cowboy ’cuz we feral as fuck! MOVE mothafucker, get the fuck out the way MOVE mothafucker, get the fuck out the way MOVE mothafucker, get the fuck out the way MOVE mothafucker, get the fuck out the way You wanna sit on my back? You want irons on my feet? Tellin’ me: “fuck your own brother Then we grind him into meat” Ain’t gonna be like that, son ’cuz this is mustang sedition Maybe a hoof to the jaw Would clarify my position It’s been 500 years Since you punks set up shop And we gave you a chance But you done fucked it all up! It’s a slow circle pit With el vaquero in the center And we’re waitin’ for the cue To make his chump bones splinter It’s a slow circle pit With el vaquero in the center And we’re waitin’ for the cue To make his chump bones splinter Make ’em splinter! TRAMPLE ALL TRAMPLE ALL TRAMPLE ALL UNSHOD HOOVES TO SUPPLE SKULLS
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Heirs To Anathema 01:47
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Can you feel the hate, brother? Of course you fucking can The sick bile rising in your throat Is the inheritance of man I know you feel the hate, brother Because it’s everything we are We were born into a life of rage To wage eternal war You and me are hate, brother We’re soldiers, pigs and priests Live by the cock, die by the cock Come violence, your release Every image you consume From the classroom to the home To the rapemance on the movie screen So you know daddy fucks your mom It’s all there to define you To sculpt your poisoned form Into the killer-conqueror The father and the Lord I’d like to say let go of hate But where would we begin? They made us fucked up death machines And we will be ’til the end Your heart’s a toxic payload So you might as well embrace it And you could blow up on your friends But I’ve a better spot to place it Army barracks, police stations Are the genesis of hate The scarring pock marks of control Within our sickened state Bring your violence back to bear On those who have bestowed Our agony, their agony One hundred thousand fold!
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Kill All Celebrities 01:44
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Cut rate Stalins Cut rate Maos Drink the blood of sacred cows Cut rate Hitlers Cut rate Ches Set new temples all ablaze Light! Projection, infection All around us misdirection Icon! Ubiquity, totality Irradiates diffuse reality Cult! Vicarious, nefarious A thousand Christs made to ensnare us You can’t ever watch the TV in the absence of control ’cause that’s where all the actors try to show you what’s your role Pray unto commercial for indulgence in the tale Of the life you think you’re living when you don’t look behind the veil

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released August 20, 2010

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Marine Corpse Bloomington, Indiana

Jazzened upside down crossover from the glacier's edge.

Fuck the bosses, their police henchmen, and all the fascist bootlicker auxiliaries. We will crush you in the streets.
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