Dog Park Dissidents - Class Struggle I don't give a shit about the rules That let us be who we wanna be Cause it don't mean fuck We're allowed to suck cock When the cops knock knock For probation fees that never were paid Those motherfuckers took away my friends Those motherfuckers caught us all on tape Cause we didn't have the cash And we couldn't pay the fash They can show up in a flash No we’ll never be free while they Givin’ our employers the control of our faces And gentrifyin’ away all our spaces Value our lives less than those of racists Put us in the hospital for complications Queer lib is class struggle Unless you're livin’ in an airtight bubble Seize the means on the double If you got the money, honey, you're in trouble Look out I don't care that the labor board Says it's A-OK to be gay When they shout, "get out" You don't got no clout They don't need a fuckin’ reason They can say whatever they gonna say I don’t care that the police Carry rainbows in our parades Cause they’ll be sent to take down all our flags As soon as their bosses want to put us in body bags Givin’ our employers the control of our faces And gentrifyin’ away all our spaces Value our lives less than those of racists Put us in the hospital for complications Queer lib is class struggle Unless you're livin’ in an airtight bubble Seize the means on the double If you got the money, honey, you're in trouble Look out We’re only free to be you and me to the degree Capital and the state consent We only live our lives and we can only thrive Within the boundaries they have set They’ll only leave us alone to do what they condone And only till they raise our rent We’re only free to be you and me to the degree Capital and the state consent Queer lib is class struggle Unless you're livin’ in an airtight bubble Seize the means on the double If you got the money, honey, you're in trouble Look out Queer lib is class struggle Unless you're livin’ in an airtight bubble Seize the means on the double If you got the money, honey, you're in trouble Look out Queer liberation is class struggle No money, no freedom Queer liberation is class struggle They can take it away until we make them pay Queer liberation is class struggle Queer liberation is class struggle Queer liberation is class struggle Till we’re free to be you and me without their consent

Chapstick Girl girls are making fun of me that I can't walk in highheels boys in club are treating me like I'm a sextoy that feels I saw you on a party now I wish I never kissed ya I can't tell my boy that when I touched myself I missed ya! princess take me home (ah!) princess take me here(a-ha!) your lipstick on my lips if you were a drink I'm takin' sips of you I told you that at night I'm having dreams with you I want you in my arms and spread my glitter on your face I want you downtown and I want you up in space I want you so hard and I want you to love me I want you beneath and I want you above me! look what you're making out of me I'm just a whole disaster take your hand and feel with me: my heart is beating faster! you asked me for my number and I thought that you would call me I promise I will catch you, no matter how deep you'll fall for me! I wanna be your chapstick girl I wanna be your chapstick girl I wanna give you all a man can't give I wanna be your girl I wanna be your chapstick girl!

DIENSTHUND – 1-0-1 die ganze welt zum greifen nah doch deine hand stösst gegen glas selbstdarstellung klick für klick waren auf dem menschenmarkt zeigt was ihr habt weil ihr nichts seid als arbeitskraft auf lebenszeit foto für den katalog und fleissig wird sich eingereiht und 1 und 0 und 1 und 0 und 0 und 1 und 1 und 0 irgendwo in einer wüste metertief unter der erde stehen riesige computer digitale massengräber und 1 und 0 und 1 und 0 und 0 und 1 und 1 und 0

Goldzilla – Cops oder zahlen Das ist kein Fahrradweg, kann ich den Ausweis mal seh'n? Verlassen Sie sofort den Platz, ich werd Sie in Gewahrsam Nehmen Sie die Hände hoch, Sie können die Aussage verweigern Alles, was Sie sagen kann und wird gegen Sie verwendet werden Ich will nicht mit euch reden man, ihr habt schon Mein Konto, meinen Perso und mein Telefon Die Post kam heut vom Amtsgericht, Ich konnte, doch ich wollte nicht Kauf dich frei bei Vater Staat Du kannst die ganze Erde ficken, wenn du genug Kohle hast Die Staatskasse schiebt Nachtschicht, Seit 1984 Ich sitz in der Wanne, Nazirock und Kaffekanne, Hoff dass die Demo ausartet Auf euch Schweine hab ich die ganze Zeit gewartet Ich will nicht mit euch reden man, ihr habt schon Kameras, Nummernschild, Telefon Die Post kam heut vom Amtsgericht, Sie konnten, doch sie wollten nicht Kauf dich frei bei Vater Staat Du kannst jeden Menschen töten, wenn du so gute Kollegen hast Pflichtbewusst und fleißig, seit 1933 Es ist deine Entscheidung, die triffst nur du allein Und du hast dich entschieden, ihr Hund zu sein Ich will nicht mit euch reden man, ihr habt schon Meine Hände, meine Würde und mein Telefon Und bist du nichts und hast du nichts, dann holen sie sich dein Tageslicht Ich tanz wie Patrick Swayze auf der Karre von Wiggum und Barbrady

Miley Silence – Spineless No more fighting Felt the sickness Almost crazy To the point Of self-devotion The point of no return I've seen more spine In a slug You’re a coward Lack of courage Spineless ass Go and fuck yourself No more suffering On the edge Finding my way Out of this sick shit You are dead The point of no return You‘re like dirt Under my nails Ugly and persistent Urgent need to Scrub it away Go and fuck yourself

Lassie - I WANT QT ! you think of time as your very own property what is the count on the clock of economy ? you waste your life owing minutes to the company you count the hours standup pitchin' for executives tick tock tick gotta run for your salary act like a dick to the people who won´t dodge away staring at the clock trying to keep some kind of sanity you fall asleep you get fired that´s a guarantee! FREE TIME free time with your co-workers SHOW TIME showtime for the family off- time with your real friends GOOD TIMES good times at the company G-O-O-D-T-I-M-E-S

GUSHING – Lyrics The antithesis of a vibe, orbital stimuli, got a bitch contrived. Chipmunk cheeks catch me falling to gluttony. An inquiry in the aether, a wack treasure trove of hara kiri horoscopes got me in a most insolent of comatose, all alone in my comet woes. My commitment to the macula, an arid overtone lane, double speaking oral fistula, the mavericks bane. Conehead consummations clearly flagrant like a false elberon banquet, tongue on the lathe. Orbital stimuli my mannerisms feel contrived, a drivel derivative, defined by failed civic initiatives, irate dribble contingent in motivational flux.  Treat your constructs in post mortem, luke warm decorum subbortinate to the queer elusive mordant quoram.  Don't speak it, recidivist no unction, inconsiderate my intimate function. Aspiring demi sexual virtuoso, seminal devoid, enigmatic leela's homeworld on steroids. Effort isnt retroactive, got the gall to assume i’m hetero intact, tyrannicide  an eventual comeuppance, bitch like aurora borealis, I’m gushing. No guts, blood pumps in syncopations, belligerent in need of patience.  In a phase, laid waste in a gordian knot, gaze into oversized sleeves, sleeze lips only sipping of the eaves drip, sleeve sipping of the eaves drip, talking in thought.  Redacted, unequivocally jaw jagged, scrumptious in a long jacket. Deepthroating the opal phallus while opulent capitalists incubate the wage slave calluses. Murder your visage, presupposing your idealizations like a mourner with blurry images.  Impetuous genocide, incestuous on a dime no need to be rectified. Leg hair depricator, fizzling vanity fair on a pendulum. I’m that heiress chasing dragons in continuum.  Basement dweller dithering, a bitch straight scissoring, dumbfucks keep blithering. Columbine fit, drawing cat tails in a ditch, micellar swamped fuck up, mask off a bitch straight scissoring, masculine cotton swab, dumbfucks keep blithering.   In a phase, laid waste in a gordian knot, gaze into oversized sleeves, sleeze lips only sipping of the eaves drip, sleeve sipping of the eaves drip, talking in thought. No thoughts, gotta statement in my earlobe, Eucharist for brunch, mainly crackers and cum. succumb to eudaimonic lust. Shimmer in its dust, sandwich no crust, eggshells, its disgust to be shushed, caveat encrusted my identity need not be trusted Don't speak it, recidivist no unction, inconsiderate my intimate function. Aspiring demi sexual virtuoso, seminal devoid, enigmatic leela's homeworld on steroids. Aptly wrinkled time sink, finked on an inkling of relapse. All investments temporarily collapsed in an abject lack of respect, carefully inspected for an uxorial defect. Consumed myself, left necessitous, abused on the precipice, in a venereal vest with a vested interest in regaining some composure.  Don't speak it, recidivist no unction, inconsiderate my intimate function. Aspiring demi sexual virtuoso, seminal devoid, enigmatic leela's homeworld on steroids. Effort isnt retroactive, got the gall to assume i’m hetero intact, tyrannicide  an eventual comeuppance. Existence in substance, like aurora borealis bitch im gushing.