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Sick of Monsters

by Mannequin Planet

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Muckbeard When the light turns green I floor it because driving fast (is what I like to do). Also, because, slow people are boring (and so are their parents). Favorite track: Driving Fast (Is What I Like to Do).
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1.
Once upon a time west of wild space A posse of gunslingers looking for a face Blaster pistol at the ready, My reigns at the helm to keep my ship steady A damsel’s face is etched in the stars And the mercy of her gaze is vast and far The Milky Way is an apple pie of sperm, Dripping from her thighs, so soft and firm Raiding frontiers where no man has been The strumpet of the stars is a spacey virgin Blazing crop circles, freaking out farm boys Shooting up aliens and making rude noise Nothing compares to the ecstasy of gold For their fortunes, they’ll brave the galaxy’s cold Forefathers rode out west and raped the land They’ll conquer space and manifest the end Yo queiro un space vaquero – Buscame un space bordell-o! No quiero un lonesome stranger – This damsel’s not in danger! Have no fear of flying saucers – Just watch out for creeps and monsters! Lips chapped by the dust of the plains But my lungs are parched by the vacuum of space Palaver here and heat some space hash Cooked on the engine jets and served on the dash In the wild west they used to hunt bounties But west of wild space, we track pussy Reach below his asteroid belt Be sure to avoid that cow-prod welt Boozers drooling over spacey chicks Riding through the galaxy, huntin’ for sex They raped and pillaged some aliens Just like Europeans did the Indians Witness their lack of manners and propriety She seeks escape, her golden opportunity Sick of the monsters she finds in space saloons, She packs supplies and flies to the moon (Eres el pistolero mas rapido en el espacio)
2.
A pile of sins in my memory bin Want to come out to play again I see silhouettes on the TV screen Of beautiful women I can’t unsee Stacks of cash that’ll never be mine Because I’m too lazy to put in the time I’d rather just sit and eat all the food I’m a bottomless pit of sloth and lewd Satan punishes with temptation The law of the land deals castration Time to get beyond good and evil There is no difference between God and the devil! Just learning how to sit beside myself Learning how to put my sins on the shelf Boxing lessons from Siddhartha Gautama Self-defense taught by Jesus Christ’s mama Within the Ramayana I seek my soul, ‘Cuz I’ve got to climb out of this sinful hole All these philosophies are so meant For sending beyond that evil serpent! I’m fighting, I’m fighting against the devil But what do you do when he’s on your level I’m fighting, I’m fighting against the devil In my head, my thoughts disheveled Caught between two paranoiac poles Convinced that I’m fighting for my soul Bouncing back and forth in a pinball machine A black and white future is all I can dream! Satan punishes with temptation The law of the land deals castration Time to get beyond good and evil There is no difference between God and the devil! These faiths have to me bestowed discipline Shown me how to fight Satan But now I realize there’s no difference Between good and evil; it’s all violence I renounce your gods and your devils I seek inner peace, and I’m not gonna wrestle Religion’s manufactured by the state To keep their control of my fate!
3.
Brainwash! 03:48
Liquidate the people! (brainwash, brainwash) Take away their memory… (brainwash, brainwash) Destroy their books! (brainwash, brainwash) Invent a new history Make them forget! (brainwash, brainwash) Take their culture in thievery… (brainwash, brainwash) Let their language die – a natural death Brainwash the people with liquor and beer Brainwash the people with politics and fear Brainwash the people with religion Brainwash the people with superstition Governments are mafias! (brainwash, brainwash) Of organized forgetting… (brainwash, brainwash) To kill off a culture… (brainwash, brainwash) There’s no need for bloodletting Give the people choice – (brainwash, brainwash) They relax and sit back (brainwash, brainwash) They forget they have a voice… (brainwash, brainwash) Their futures are black Brainwash the people with liquor and beer Brainwash the people with politics and fear Brainwash the people with religion Brainwash th e people with superstition Brainwash the people with capitalism Brainwash the people with communism Brainwash the people with autocracy Brainwash the people with democracy My mind is cycling through a brainwash Soap! Rinse! Repeat! Mushing my brains into thick white slosh Soap! Rinse! Repeat! The system is designed – (brainwash, brainwash) To allow for bravery! (brainwash, brainwash) You can try to protest… (brainwash, brainwash) But it’s technological slavery The system is designed – (brainwash, brainwash) To maintain control! (brainwash, brainwash) Change can happen slowly… (brainwash, brainwash) But you’ve lost your soul! I’m navigating the innards of your Kafkaesque nightmare (I think the government pays to use my brain as a timeshare!) I think I’ll have another beer… (It does help to lessen the strength of that healthy dose of fear) I feel like I’m more a part of this system than of the earth! (Well, you have had a social security number since birth) It’s more important to conform than to achieve… I’m free, yet I believe! My mind is cycling through a brainwash Soap! Rinse! Repeat! Mushing my brains into thick white slosh Soap! Rinse! Repeat!
4.
I know what it’s like to live inside the bodies of beasts and plants (I am the beastmaster) From lions, and tigers, and bears, oh my, to the smallest insects and ants (I am the beastmaster) Changing my shape from form to form, moving through the world in herds and swarms A feral fugitive, I’ll never stop, immortality mine, I’ll never drop (I am the beastmaster) I am the beastmaster I change my form faster I am the beastmaster I’ll never die! As a bird flying o’er tree tops, singing the songs of gods (I am the beastmaster) Roaming the oceans as a whale, feasting on cephalopods Ruling the earth like dinosaurs did, or even King Kong Declaring myself master of the beasts in all their writhing throngs (I am the beastmaster) I rearrange molecules as I please I have become a fucking god machine I have energy and will to be I summon matter to come unto me Flying with the birds up over the trees Traversing the bottoms of the endless seas I have been designed to outlast man Nature incarnate, man cannot win
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Bash their heads in and smash their faces This organized violence is only a taste Wash away this filthy protest And spray them with piss and the blameless confess Stampede the people and don your riot gear Herd the sheeple – our reign of fear Segregation never ended Forced migration; jail the blended We’ll force the races back in their places And cover our tracks with lies We the sit at the station eating our donuts Our filthy police pigsty Club their bodies and stun their nerves It’s only the rich we protect and serve The poor have no choice, nor do they have a voice Put down their will; we’ll even kill Censor and sanction, a culture of lack No life of leisure for working class blacks If a woman is raped, it’s clearly her fault She should bake a cake and live in a vault I keep my wife within her kitchen Cooking my chicken, her personal prison It’s fine to be a corporate slave Just don’t expect fair rights or fair wage The state needs money so we ticket parked cars The naughty finance domestic wars State plundered treasures and commercial ledgers, Disagree, there’s punitive measures Ticket for anything, fear culture Ticket for anything, cops are vultures Catch criminals, don’t rehabilitate Back on the streets, they’re full of hate Don’t question the methods of the system Don’t question its police or its wisdom When they throw you in prison, they’ll threw away the key Now you won’t discover your true destiny Being born into the state is truly a trap I can’t believe you ate up this crap You should vacate the country and leave for good Establish a colony, and live as you should I barely graduated high school But even I am not such a fool You live at your work and die at your post The state’s parasite: your corporate host We’ve got free speech, or so I’ve been told There’s no one to teach what I don’t know I still can’t afford my monthly rent I police all day for dollars and cents I sold my soul for a cheap doughnut I should be in prison, protecting my butt Sirens blaze in the station and streets Say, violence reigns – why do I police?! Don’t step out of line! Just serve your time! The system abides! Police state of mind!
6.
Wall street brokers… Thieves and jokers! Lost all hope… To these clowns on dope! Not your dope! (There’ll be no redemption) Get your hands off my shit… Not your dope! (Within this song) I want all of it! Not your dope! (We’ve been after your pension) Get your hands off my shit… Not your dope! (All lalala long, all lalala long) I want all of it! Business tycoons Smarmy greedy loons Class war drama Bob Marley bourgeois opera Camouflage clown dress Economy in duress Everything is well Wall Street cartel
7.
I’m revving up my engine As I speed through an alternate dimension (alternate dimension) I think I’m real slick, I’m a real fuckin maverick (Fuckin’ maverick) Gotta keep that motor clean With commercial quality oil (Red Line or Valvoline?) I’m after wealth and fame I’m the dude in the passing lane (See my signal, baby!) Driving fast is what I like to do (Driving fast, I’m driving fast, and driving fast is fun) If you wanna come along, we’ll listen to some Steppenwolf tunes (Driving fast, I’m driving fast, and driving fast is fun) Excess and Lamborghinis Is my way into pink bikinis (Snap my pink bikini string, yeah) Pick up a piece of ass As I hit critical mass (Hit my critical mass, now baby) A pair of squeezable teats To grab in the bucket seat (Grab my bucket seat, yeah!) These girls, they like my steed But they can’t stand the bugs in my teeth (Ew, bugs in your teeth, gross!) Why did the chicken cross the road, Perhaps to peck my fuckin’ choad, yeah (That’s my chicken, yeah!) If you wanna play chicken You best prepare to get a lickin You know you don’t want your ass beat! I don’t just pick up chicks, I also brake for ducklings (Hold on a second, what did you say?) You best check your speed When you see a duck family cross the road (Are you some kind of nature freak?) Mother ducks are very, very sacred If you’re a chick who thinks so too Maybe we can get naked (Okay, I think I’ll get naked somewhere else) Driving fast is what I like to do If you wanna come along, We’ll listen to some Steppenwolf tunes (Driving fast, I’m driving fast, and driving fast is fun)
8.
I need you up Up on your feet Let’s hit the floor Let’s hit the street Take notice of The safety cones We can watch the scene From a safety zone He’s not worried About going to jail His hard hat funk Composed with hammer and nails Work kills him slow His life’s a loss Boogie of death Let’s fuckin kill the boss! I’m the driller killer (Driller killer) Come get this hard hat funk I’m the driller killer (Driller killer) I’ll kill the boss, that punk The urban sun sets (Air hot and sidewalk wet) His muscles glisten (Sticky with his sweat) Come and dance with him (Beneath the stars) Construction beam high up (So high above the cars) Filled with rage to murder (He’s just a village person) A simple working man (Dancing off his burden) To make him come (There are only two things) Torturous killing-sprees (And then there’s disco-funk) Construction tape Over the boss’s lips Power saw in his gut Ripping south past his hips Slicing up into coleslaw Gone beyond the law Working through his flaws With torture and dance Inside the driller killer A man who hates his job Common everyman builder Talk about miserables The bell tolls 5 on the clock Driller hits the lock On the port-O-pot Steps in, works over the boss The foreman sold out (A traitor to his class) For a tiny pay raise (For us to kiss his ass) DK takes so much pleasure (In doing bodily harm) To that treacherous boss (Witness his hard hat charm) Brings down upon the nuts (Full weight of a sledgehammer) Flips the power switch (On the jackhammer) Looks into the eyes (Of his deceiver) Lowers it over the heart (And slays his betrayer)
9.
You are feeling very sleazy Perhaps even a bit cheesy Step into my parlor Out of the light, where it’s a bit darker Would you like to live forever? I can show you how All it takes is a little bit of magic To overcome Heaven and Hell Allow yourself to fall under my spell Will you go with me Will you go with me The choice is yours, it’s yours to decide Will you go with me Will you go with me And meet me there on the other side? Will you go with me Will you go with me Feel the rising and the turning of the tide Will you go with me Will you go with me Or will you cower there, just trying to hide? Will you go with me Will you go with me There isn’t much time left to bide Will you go with me Will you go with me And find out whether or not I have lied? You live at my command Or by a slight of hand I can take the tragic And turn it into magic You shall be resurrected Just focus on me, stay connected Be a good little rabbit Take this teensy drop of acid Will you kill yourself Will you kill yourself And find peace in eternity? Will you kill yourself Will you kill yourself Do what it is that’s necessary Will you kill yourself Will you kill yourself Find with me immortality Will you kill yourself Will you kill yourself And thus avoid true fatality Will you kill yourself Will you kill yourself Rise above rationality Will you kill yourself Will you kill yourself Merge with my split personality My magic your mother forbids It’s true, these tricks aren’t for kids In my voice, you must believe For truly, I would not deceive I am not some cracker box genie I can even out-voodoo the great Houdini Forget card tricks and other games of chance Step into the netherworld, for a high-stakes dance You’ve lost yourself in Reincarnation You’ve lost sight of Your true salvation Each life you live is Only a station On your way to The next fucking station Will you go with me End the cycle To make this final migration Will you kill yourself End the cycle Come with me to find divination This life is only Imagination The next world is the True creation You are a god This is predetermination Will you go with me End this cycle Cease your flirtation Will you kill yourself End the cycle Choose to make this consecration
10.
On California Spanish mythical isle Waiting for the attack Women warriors while Training for the crusade On the heavenly bluffs Preparing to fight Only ‘cause they must In earthly paradise Adorned with pearls, stones, and gold Sharpening their daggers Beautiful, sexy, and bold They will not be sold Into slavery Defeat means serving Men eternally The penis brings life! (When paired with my womb) We’re going to put patriarchy… (Inside its tomb!) Led by Queen Calafia Most dazzling of queens Upon this black goddess Women stake their dreams Invasion of Rome Astride handsome griffins Their beastly show of force Would make any man stiffen Upon Moslims and Christians The griffins descend Indiscriminately Bringing men to their end Constantinople Shall fall into ruin Salvation at hand Matriarchy is brewing The penis brings life! (When paired with my womb) We’re going to put patriarchy… (Inside its tomb!) I wish they all! (Could be California women!) Independent, strong! (Astride handsome griffins!) But Calafia falls In love with Espalidan And then she falls sway To his Christian plan She recalls her women They hold off attack And so they’re laid to waste By the empire of lack And that’s how it happened Women will always serve Our empress was foiled by Knight of the Great Serpent Since the dawning of man History has been framed As a culture of man Playing war games Come down to California Bountiful cornucopia Come down to California Matriarchal utopia Come down to California Leave patriarchal paranoia Come down to California

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released April 26, 2017

Vocals performed by David Mac and Mourning Glory
Music written by Ron Graves
Artwork and production by Ron Graves

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Mannequin Planet is the ultimate union of aggressive, danceable, industrial metal combined with bold visual art, B-Movie imagery, sexy models, and actors performing a theatrical stage show unlike any you have ever seen!

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