The Argument
Album - 16 ottobre 2001 - Debaser id 18055

On the morning of the first eviction
They carried out the wishes of the landlord and his son
Furniture's out on the sidewalk next to the family
That little piggie went to market,
So they're kicking out everyone

Talking about process and dismissal
Forced removal of the people on the corner
Shelter and location
Everybody wants somewhere

The elected are such willing partners
Look who's buying all their tickets to the game
Development wants, development gets
It's official
Development wants this neighborhood gone
So the city just wants the same
Talking about process and dismissal
Forced removal of the people on the corner
Shelter and location
Everybody wants somewhere

Everybody wants somewhere, somewhere!
Everybody wants somewhere, somewhere!
Everybody wants somewhere, somewhere!
Everybody wants somewhere!

Process and dismissal. Process and dismissal.
Shelter and location.
Everybody wants somewhere.

Everybody wants somewhere, somewhere!
Everybody wants somewhere, somewhere!
Everybody wants somewhere, somewhere!
Everybody wants...

oh, i don't want one
i don't want one
i don't want one
(x7)

i want a mutally assured destructive life
seizing separate culture
to take me over
moving silent like radar
take me over, and blow out my mind now
full disclosure, coming sponsered by no one
take me over, and blow out my mind now

ejected

oh, i don't want one
i don't want one
i don't want one
(x3)

i want a mutally assured destructive life
seizing separate culture
to take me over
moving silent like radar
take me over, and blow out my mind now
full disclosure, coming sponsered by no one
take me over, and blow out my mind now

blow out my mind now (x2)
full disclosure (x3)

ejected

Congradulations. Stop.
Wish I could be there. Stop.
Tell me something that I don't know
Is there anything left to know?
Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.
Accesory, accesory, accesory

We regret to inform. Stop.
Miss you dearly, signed sincerely. Stop.
Tell me something that I don't know
Is there anything left to know?
Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.
Accesory, accesory, accesory
To the time time time time

I've got this epic problem
This epic problem's not a problem for me
And inside, I know I'm broken
But I'm working as far as you can see
And outside, it's all production
It's all illusion, set scenery
I've got this epic problem
This epic problem's not a problem for me

born into race and nation accept family and obligation
i'm not a citizen i'm not a citizen
embrace tradition and occupation
cull memory for assimilation secure for future generations
secure for future generations
i'm not a citizen i'm not a citizen laying in this cold field
waiting for the call feeling right here in this uniform i think i got
them all academic or street education obtain degree in annihilation i'm not
a citizen i'm not a citizen laying down in chambers waiting for the call
seen your kind so many imes you got no chance at all laid out immobile
hoping for that call it's in my mouth, under my skin sodium pentathol

The sun's a strange light nothing grows right anymore
Scars on every stalk
Whose mouth should I use to talk?
The force that marks the routine
Temperature whatever degrees create the bad thing
And lay our heads in it now
It's hard to punch the clock on the site where production stopped
I'm just a warehouse filled with junk
Some somethings for some someones tacking
Time with tracking eye tectonic shifts one nerve at a time
I lay my head in it a hundred plans to fortify beige concrete foes on for miles
Hiding cities under it fill my mouth with with non-mouth spit there was a light at
The window there was light under the door but it's not there anymore
(Come on over get your shoes on put your feet on baby come on over)

Number one is aqcuisitions
There is no foreign soil
Go global like a round thing
Go global like a hole
Every money matchmaker
Splicing green as fast as you can
Let's break it down and start again

Memo to the partners
I'm changing all the locks
I'm pissing on your modems
I'm shredding all the stocks
Choose a color for your ceiling
I'm waiting for the bottom to drop
In a room so brightly lit
I can't see in

You would never say you were out of time
Your secret's out
Comming with the fiction all the time
Your secret's out
But there's a call comming on the other line
Your secret's out

Lapse of luxury
Lapping waste
Cruising towards a bruising crash
Thread held anvil's gonna break
When the letter returns to the sender
I can't hardley wait
God, this room's so brightley lit
I can't see shit

You would never say you were out of time
Your secret's out
Comming with the fiction all the time
Your secret's out
But there's a call comming on the other line
Your secret's out

Thank you may I have another?
I would be your eagle driver
Your service provider
Your matre'd

Thank you, sir, may I have another?
Please

Fuck your fucked directives god I want a new invective
Custom built to form fit you say it to your face
If I get to choose I'll take something real
The fight to feel while your next meal is
Calling loosely trademarked as the best fucking thing you've ever had
Inside your mouth all comet cleaned and scrubbed down landscaping
For a ghost town while that deficient platform for your head
Causing you to mistake yourself for dead and all that you would issue
Is capital's incontinence causing you embarrassment?
The wet spot on the carpet that you leave as the reminder
That you need of all that it did to you adjusting your reception a welcome
Self correction make it quick make it soon make it something I can do all by
Myself cos there's a brain inside it there's a brain deciding there's a
Brain inside the brain there's a brain inside the brain deciding there's a
Brain inside the brain there's a brain inside the brain deciding time to make
Or break find me somewhere else time to make or break how about it?
I've got no patience no way stationed hanging at the nightshop eating shit who
Works for who?
Every asshole says side saluting emptiness instead but if I get to choose
I'll take something real who works for who who you working for?
Who works for who who you working for?

When they start falling executions will commence
Sides will not matter now matter makes no sense
How did a difference become a disease?
I'm sure you have reasons a rational defense
Weapons and motives bloody fingerprints
But I can't help thinking it's still all disease
Here comes the argument
Folderol it's all about strikes now
So here's what's striking me
That some punk could argue some moral abc's
When people are catching what bombers release
I'm on a mission to never agree here comes the argument
Here comes the argument here comes the argument here it comes