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Chernobyl

I dreamt you gave me a bottle of wine
Homeless as I am, you left at once
My baby left a note
 
When I came home to Chernobyl
I am the bomb
I dream of nothing
 
When I came home to Chernobyl
I am the bomb
I dream of nothing
 
Chernobyl
 
I dreamt of embassies with warning flags
Ruthless as I am, I hunted you down
My baby left a sign
 
When I came home to Chernobyl
I am the bomb
I dream of nothing
 
When I came home to Chernobyl
I am the bomb
I dream of nothing
 

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Such an Outrage

What are you trying to prove?
Could it be that you're trying to prove
That you have nothing left to lose?
Well, since when did this mean nothing to you?
 
As we lose everything we fought to hold on to
We lost sight of the things that we know are true
We continue to make the same mistakes
We promised ourselves not to make
 
This is such an outrage
Such an outrage
Such an outrage
 
As we lose everything we fought to hold on to
We lost sight of the things that we know are true
We continue to make the same mistakes
We promised ourselves not to make
 
This is such an outrage
 
And we refuse to fall victim
To be cut short of full potential
We aren't asking you to understand
But just to listen
Because when it comes down to it
It’s our heart that will prove who we are
We will be heard, every word
We will be heard
Not even violence can silence us
 
And who are you to say we don't belong
To say what's right, what's wrong
At the end of the day we'll still be here
When you turn and walk away
 
This is such an outrage
This is such an outrage
This is such an outrage
This is such an outrage
 
This is such an outrage
Such an outrage
 

California

There’s something pure about this feeling
That neither you or I can explain
The simplicity of never leaving
And conversations go unsaid
 
Life is never what you plan
 
So I think that you should move to California
When the street’s are lit, the sky is, too
Cause where you are isn’t where you need to be
When you listen can you hear her calling you
Yeah and California skies are always blue
 
Back and forth a summer’s dance
Isn’t right without you here
But the elegance of this romance
Is that you know, I know, we know, that it’s real
Love isn’t always against our odds
 
So I think that you should move to California
When the street's are lit the sky is too
Cause where you are isn't where you need to be
When you listen can you hear her calling you
Yeah and California skies are always blue
 
Cause where you are isn’t where you need to be
In California you’ll be here with me
 
So I think that you should move to California
When the street's are lit the sky is too
Cause where you are isn't where you need to be
When you listen can you hear her calling you
Yeah and California skies are always blue
 

Moses vs Santa Claus

Santa Claus:
Sweet robes, Obi, Wan-too-many days in the sun?
Stop preaching, homie. Teach your flock to covet some fun!
I bring joy every year. Man, I represent cheer!
You represent sandals and a scraggly beard!
I'm from the North Pole! That's why my rhymes are so cold!
I spit diamonds, but I'm serving up some fresh coal!
You been a naughty boy. You brought a plague of frogs.
You best arrest yourself, you broke your own law!
Or was there something in rule six I didn't understand?
My list says, 'Killed Egyptian dude, buried him in sand.'
I read your book. You got a strict religion.
No bacon? But mandatory circumcision?
I'm a jolly bowl a jelly, giving holiday presents.
But all the chosen people ever get for Christmas is jealous!

Moses:
When I was high upon the mountain, God revealed the truths of the Earth.
But he never mentioned a fat-ass Papa Smurf.
It takes nine reindeers to haul your fat ass.
You took the Christ outta Christmas and just added more mass.
You need to stop breakin' into houses and creepin' and peepin'
On naughty kids while they sleepin' and keep your hands off my stocking.
Don't you Ho-Ho me.
I'll split your ass in half like I did the Red Sea.
You ain't a saint, you a slaver, like a pharaoh in the snow.
Stop with the unpaid labor and let my little people go.

Santa Claus and the elves:
We ain't slaves! All that sand turned your brain to mush!
I think you need to stop smoking all that burning bush.
Yeah, we're magical workers, man! We hang with reindeers.
Yo, here's a GPS! Who gets lost for 40 years?
You're a glorified secretary, so write this down!
Begat deez nutz! Santa Claus is coming to town!

Moses:
So much drama in the Israe-L B.C.
It's kinda hard talking directly to the G O single D.
Hand me my chisel, I got a new commandizzle for y'all.
Thou shalt not let children sit on a grown man's lap at the mall.
I'll beat you ten times before the bread can rise, you dummy,
And walk off into the land of my milk and honeys.

Decebal către popor

Viaţa asta-i bun pierdut
Când n-o trăieşti cum ai fi vrut!
Şi-acum ar vre un neam călău
S-arunce jug în gâtul tău:
E rău destul că ne-am născut,
Mai vrem ş-al doilea rău?

Din zei de-am fi scoborâtori,
C-o moarte tot suntem datori!
Totuna e dac-ai murit
Flăcău ori moş îngârbovit;
Dar nu-i totuna leu să mori
Ori câne-nlănţuit.

Cei ce se luptă murmurând,
De s-ar lupta şi-n primul rând,
Ei tot atât de buni ne par
Ca orişicare laş fugar!
Murmurul, azi şi orişicând,
E plânset în zadar!

Iar a tăcea şi laşii ştiu!
Toţi morţii tac! Dar cine-i viu
Să râdă! Bunii râd şi cad!
Să râdem, dar, viteaz răsad,
Să fie-un hohotit şi-un chiu
Din ceruri până-n iad!

De-ar curge sângele pârău,
Nebiruit e braţul tău
Când morţii-n faţă nu tresari!
Şi însuţi ţie-un zeu îţi pari
Când râzi de ce se tem mai rău
Duşmanii tăi cei tari.

Ei sunt romani! Şi ce mai sunt?
Nu ei, ci de-ar veni Cel-sfânt,
Zamolxe, c-un întreg popor
De zei, i-am întreba: ce vor?
Şi nu le-am da nici lor pământ
Căci ei au cerul lor!

Ş-acum, bărbaţi, un fier şi-un scut!
E rău destul că ne-am născut:
Dar cui i-e frică de război
E liber de-a pleca napoi,
Iar cine-i vânzător vândut
Să iasă dintre noi!

Eu nu mai am nimic de spus!
Voi braţele jurând le-aţi pus
Pe scut! Puterea este-n voi
Şi-n zei! Dar vă gândiţi, eroi,
Că zeii sunt departe, sus,
Duşmanii lângă noi!

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