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Pure Nasty Habit

"Pure Nasty Habit"

You got three minutes to get it said:
Smile, don´t agree.
It´ll be titanic; you can deal with it,
Don´t push the revolution out, kid.

Make your move, mate,
You can grit your teeth and kiss someone,
You can pick a daisy and make someone eat it,
You can bust your style, smiling hard, always.
Do it so your heart´ll beat as fast as it can.

Oi!Chew Vitamin C and drink lemon juice,R
ape, THEN date.
The beat´ll go on and on and on,
Always harder.

Tell ´em they´re wrong,
Find a new way,
Find a way to spark the fury, the revolution.
You better make that machine work for YOU.

It´s just a pure nasty habit, this.
But Uncle Sam ain´t got nothing on my drafting skills, I can draft for anything.
I´ll send you a letter in the mail too,
Only it´ll have a poem.

I´ve got hives.
It´s a giant beehive,
Bomb it,
Force freedom down the bees´ throats.
Make ´em see what they´re missing.
"Pure Nasty Habit"

Cock your gat,
Grab your bat,
Pen and paper too,
They all do the same damage.

Fuck you for labeling, too!
The few and proud won´t be Marines,
They´ll be the ones that´ll bring the heat.
Every fire started is a broken gear on that machine.

I can break bricks with my head,
I can chew through steel,
And I never even have to even touch ´em.
Just gimme a pen.

And I´ll tell you one last thing,
If that fucking machine don´t work for you--
Smash it to fucking pieces.
Look out for number-fucking-one.
But, then again, it´s just pure nasty habit, this.

posted by Gary @ 10/31/2006 11:29:00 AM