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Drug Princess
03:07
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Drug Princess, it must be nice.
Livin' in your tower, never have to think twice.
He's got you covered, anything you could want
And all you have to do is suck his "magic" wand.
While he's wheeling & he's dealing
only he knows what he's feeling.
Every night he drives to town
& you know what's goin' down.
Drug Princess, the easy life.
Never lift a finger, or even act like a wife.
Ass to die for, body by Jake.
You have your price when there's this much at stake.
Point & click to order quick.
Your credit card is on his dick.
Spend the day & browse online
This is the life, you're doing fine
Dealer Ho. That's what you are.
Whoever has enough, takes you home in his car.
Eyes filled with "Icing", nose full of "Cake"
Snort another line,let your brains easy bake.
Drug Princess, livin' large.
Tell him what you want, but he's the one in charge.
Drug Princess, ain't no fairy tale.
You're the Woman of the Hour
as you drink his Golden Shower.
You're his bitch, his ho, his lay
Just stay home, play all day
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He was a Syrian Refugee.
Ibraham Ali
Ibraham Ali.
Now he's as Canadian as you & me.
Ibraham Ali
Ibraham Ali.
Fast-tracking Immigrants, fresh off the boaters.
Ibraham Ali
Ibraham Ali.
Knowing next election that they will all be Voters.
Ibraham Ali
Ibraham Ali.
Born & raised Canadians sleeping on our streets.
Ibraham Ali
Ibraham Ali.
We're paying for his meals, his pillows & his sheets.
Ibraham Ali
Ibraham Ali.
A privately sponsored security risk.
Ibraham Ali
Ibraham Ali.
Coddle the poor Murderer, tisk, tisk, tisk.
Ibraham Ali
Ibraham Ali.
I is for ignorant.
B is for Bullshit.
R is for Rapist & Killer.
A is for Asshole.
H is for Holy war.
A miniature Jihad in store.
I is for Imprison for life.
M is for murder in the park.
A is for acceptance of his rights as a Canadian.
L is for lose Trudeau.
I is for Incarceration.
Paid by our tax dollars.
He was a Syrian Refugee.
Ibraham Ali
Ibraham Ali.
Now he's as Canadian as you & me.
Ibraham Ali
Ibraham Ali.
Fast-tracking Immigrants, fresh off the boaters.
Ibraham Ali
Ibraham Ali.
Knowing next election that they will all be Voters.
Ibraham Ali
Ibraham Ali.
Born & raised Canadians sleeping on our streets.
Ibraham Ali
Ibraham Ali.
We're paying for his meals, his pillows & his sheets.
Ibraham Ali
Ibraham Ali.
A privately sponsored security risk.
Ibraham Ali
Ibraham Ali.
Coddle the poor Murderer, tisk, tisk, tisk.
Ibraham Ali
Ibraham Ali.
25,000 votes in all.
Ibraham Ali
Ibraham Ali.
Hope the blood money was worth it all.
Ibraham Ali
Ibraham Ali goodbye.
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Hack, Whack, Smack
04:00
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Look at you walking by. You think you're such hot shit.
I smell your poo & pussy-pie. Chop off both your tits.
Woman strong, you sing your song. You're just too good to be true.
You're doin' wrong, it won't be long till death comes visiting you.
HACK! WHACK! SMACK!
HACK! WHACK! SMACK!
Jiggle tits, swingin' ass. Teasing where you can.
Guzzle piss, swingin' axe. At last! I'm the man!
Not so hot lying there in a pool of blood.
Bet you thought somebody cared. Your carcass is in the mud.
HACK! WHACK! SMACK!
HACK! WHACK! SMACK!
HACK! WHACK! SMACK!
HACK! WHACK! SMACK!
HACK! WHACK! SMACK!
I thrill to your screams.
HACK! WHACK! SMACK!
I bathe in your bloodstream.
HACK! WHACK! SMACK!
Perfume, fish & bile.
HACK! WHACK! SMACK!
I'll cut you up awhile.
HACK! WHACK! SMACK!
HACK! WHACK! SMACK!
HACK! WHACK! SMACK!
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Sephora Bitches
03:58
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See them walking down the down the street, the Asian Princess Dolls.
Walking with their heads held high, making their phone calls.
Shopping on the internet, Amazon brings joy.
Numbers on their Visa Gold buy another toy.
Well it's a long, long, long way
from Beijing to Horshoe Bay.
They bring their offshore riches.
They're the Sephora Bitches.
Indulging in the latest fashion, Prada is the name.
Flaunting all their money in your face is their game.
BMW & accessory dog, all to show excess.
Diamonds on their Poodles collars hoping to impress.
What to do when there's no work, no need to pay the rent.
Never have to worry whether all the money's spent.
Well it's a long, long, long way
from Beijing to Horshoe Bay.
They bring their offshore riches.
They're the Sephora Bitches.
Sleeping in till half-past 2, no schedule to keep.
Shuffling in their Bunny Slippers, laughing at the sheep.
They have no clue what money is, not even how it's made.
The cash forever flowing, leaving no bills to be paid.
Their sheltered lives obscuring any truth about the world.
Blissful ignorance is Oyster's only pearl.
Well it's a long, long, long way
from Beijing to Horshoe Bay.
They bring their offshore riches.
They're the Sephora Bitches.
They live the glamour life.
Too good to be your wife.
Simply perfect, only hitch is;
They're all Sephora Bitches.
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6. |
A Tear For You
03:55
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Long ago, when love was new.
I never had a clue
that so much pain would come along,
and make my world so blue.
I still care.
I know 'cause I shed a tear.
I still care.
I know 'cause I shed a tear.
A tear for you.
No matter what, the road is tough.
With no one by your side.
Life gets rough & nobody knows
The things I kept inside.
I still care.
I know 'cause I shed a tear.
I still care.
I know 'cause I shed a tear.
A tear for you.
A tear for you.
I still care.
I know 'cause I shed a tear.
A tear for you.
I still care.
I know 'cause I shed a tear.
I still care.
I know 'cause I shed a tear.
A tear for you.
A tear for you.
A teaah fo......
yyyEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAeeeeeeewwwwwwwwww.......
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7. |
Inner Strength
03:25
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An overreaction is always what it seems.
We play it on over, even into our dreams.
What we don't realize, is that we have a gift.
We can change our minds & give ourselves a lift.
Healing time.
Here it comes again.
Broken rhymes.
Take us way back when.
When love was new.
And maybe it still is.
Our inner strength,
is a love that truly lives.
They might have exterior might,
but we've got inner strength.
That takes the winners into the fight
and brings them back again.
That takes the players into the game.
To us it's expected, it's always the same.
It's truly a case of the Tortoise & Hare.
Our inner strength will slowly get there.
Healing time.
Here it comes again.
Broken rhymes.
Take us way back when.
When love was new.
And maybe it still is.
Our inner strength,
is a love that truly lives.
Just a fraction of pain has come again.
This sort of confusion is not as sharp as a pen.
Our Inner strength, the one that keeps us sane.
We were over & out, but we came back again.
We came back again
We came back again
We came back again..
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8. |
Mr. Shufflefoot
04:02
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Shuffle my feet as I'm walkin' down the street, I'm Mr. Shufflefoot.
It's an Asian thing, you see it's soo cool bein' me, I'm Mr. Shufflefoot
Bitches all be ho's as I'm trippin' on my soles I'm Mr. Shufflefoot.
Shuffle quite proud, white boys not allowed, I'm Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
He's the Asian king!
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mister Quo Man Zhing!
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Draggin' to the beat.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Hey! Pick up your fuckin' feet!
Color my hair blue to look like one of you, I'm Mr. Shufflefoot.
Hear my footsteps drag with my Starcraft online lag, I'm Mr. Shufflefoot.
Heavy feet all day, hear me from a mile away, I'm Mr. Shufflefoot.
I'm not to be ignored, as I'm playin' Shuffleboard, I'm Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
He's the Asian king!
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mister Quo Man Zhing!
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Dragon to the beat.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Hey! Pick up your fuckin' feet!
Playin' my Dance Game, with my sorry feet so lame, I'm Mr. Shufflefoot.
Adidas treads I rub, as they're worn down to a nub, I'm Mr. Shufflefoot.
Hear my steps so loud, you can hear me in the crowd, I'm Mr. Shufflefoot.
Frigid in the afterglow, as I shuffle off to Buffalo, I'm Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
He's the Asian king!
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mister Quo Man Zhing!
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Dragon to the beat.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Hey! Pick up your fuckin' feet!
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Hey! Pick up your fuckin' feet!
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Hey! Pick up your fuckin' feet!
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Mr. Shufflefoot.
Hey! Pick up your fuckin' feet!
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9. |
The Thought Police
03:17
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The Thought Police are here today.
The Thought Police are here to stay.
We reap today the seeds we've sewn.
Your thoughts are theirs & not your own.
It used to be a world so free.
Where words were shared most commonly.
Today we find we've lost our minds.
The Thought Police removed our spines.
Be careful what you do or say.
They'll hunt you down if you're not gay.
All your thoughts are stored on disk.
Say what you want at your own risk.
The Thought Police are here today.
The Thought Police are here to stay.
We reap today the seeds we've sewn.
Your thoughts are theirs & not Cherone.
You think you're feeling fine.
They're tracking how you feel online.
You do like this, you don't like that.
Enjoy your designation: Black Hat
Racial pride the highest crime.
Caught online you'll do hard time.
Unless of course, you are not white.
Funny how that makes it right.
The Thought Police are here today.
The Thought Police are here to stay.
We reap today the seeds we've sewn.
Your thoughts are theirs & not Cherone.
All join the think reform.
Bow your heads as you conform.
Gathering like a Winter Storm.
In your house at night, they swarm.
Everything you do or say
recorded & on file today.
Trigger words bring consequence.
Guilty & with no defense.
So now we speak selected words.
We dare not stray from the herd.
Truth now censored, unrevealed.
They still can't change the way we feel.
The Thought Police are here today.
The Thought Police are here to stay.
We reap today the seeds we've sewn.
Your thoughts are theirs & not Cherone.
The Thought Police are here today.
The Thought Police are here to stay.
We reap today the seeds we've sewn.
Your thoughts are theirs & not Cherone.
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10. |
Till You Get Home
03:48
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Another wasted day, all for the sake of bills to pay.
Too much time away from the girl I love in every way.
Missing every beat of a tender heart so sweet.
Aching for your touch because I miss you much too much.
The world just isn't right.
Till I lie down by your side at night, don't wanna be alone.
So I'll have to wait till you get home.
Stealing from my life, the workday keeps me from my Wife.
Time is standing still, too many minutes left to kill.
Wishing I was there to hold your hand & stroke your hair.
Can't see past the now, I need to get to you somehow.
The world just isn't right.
Till I lie down by your side at night, don't wanna be alone.
So I'll have to wait till you get home.
So I close my eyes & dream it's not as long as it would seem.
Never shall I roam.
I'll wait for you till you get home.
Nothing takes as long as waiting for your love so strong.
Waiting for the night to have you close & hold you tight.
Prisoner of time, 8 hours a day for my crime.
Keeping me from you, so I have to wait till you come through.
When I think of you & how I know you love me too
I can't come through the phone.
So I have to wait till you get home.
Every days' the same, no point in trying to explain.
Been too long on my own.
Now I gladly wait till you get home.
Till you get home.
Till you get home.
Till you get home.
Till you get home.
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11. |
They Killed Him
02:44
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I still recall those weekends counting carwash digs.
I'd thrill to Streetcleaners spinning brushes on each rig.
Using Dad's binoculars to watch the PNE
A 25 cent chocolate bar meant so much more to me.
But adulthood struck like thunder, no time to catch my breath.
And now I'm left to wonder is all there is till death?
What happened to the little boy, the one who always smiled?
They killed him with their selfish lies, this man sprang from a child.
What happened to the happy kid who got up with the sun?
They killed him, they killed him, for having too much fun.
Where is the Queen of Burnaby with pastel lines of blue?
What happened to those happy days where my heart was true?
How come they never told me how jaded I'd become.
Of how I'd long to find a way back where I came from.
But reality's a stone that simply will not turn.
So I daydream of a past that never will return.
What happened to the little boy, the one who always smiled?
They killed him with their selfish lies, this man sprang from a child.
What happened to the happy kid who got up with the sun?
They killed him, they killed him, for having too much fun.
I still recall those Field trip days & playing in the snow.
Running up that hill, it seemed so far to go.
50 years on down the line, the future's looking short.
This sentence they call Life is settled out of court.
What happened to the little boy, the one who always smiled?
They killed him with their selfish lies, this man sprang from a child.
What happened to the happy kid who got up with the sun?
They killed him, they killed him, for having too much fun.
They killed him.
They killed him.
They killed him.
They killed him....
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12. |
When You Make Doody
02:35
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13. |
Big Shit Pie
02:48
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14. |
Victim of The System
03:56
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15. |
Shrine
03:51
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16. |
How to Live With You
04:09
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Dan Druff - lead vocals, keyboards
Pete Moss - Guitars, backing vocals
Paul McGrannate - vocals, keyboards & synthesizers
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