Does This Genocide Make Me Look Sexy?

by Evil Empire

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released April 4, 2006

All song written and performed by Evil Empire. Recorded and mixed by Johnny Eichem. Artwork by Dave Lobes

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Evil Empire is a punk/ska band from Carol Stream, IL. ...started in 2002 and released one full length album in 2006.

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Track Name: Prostitute Song
3 AM at the convenience store
Now I live the life of a whore
Hooker with an adam’s apple turning tricks
I wear a skirt to conceal my dick
I wanna be a prostitute
Make some green looking real cute
You know your life has hit the skids
When you're sucking dick to support your kids
I wanna be a prostitute
Make some green looking real cute
You know your life has hit the skids
When you're sucking dick to support your kids

7 O'clock alarm is set
The promise of a new day is never met
From the moment you’re up you are out the door
You're an employee, a student, a thankless whore
Your boss treats you like a piece of shit
Whenever he feels inadequate
Stuck in the same place year after year
The same spot on his couch a paycheck and a beer
This routine has got to stop so bring a gun into your job
Look at yourself inside the mirror
Do you picture your future here?
Don't be a pawn or a corporate clown
Burn this fucking business down
You're wasting your time for a fucking dime
Wasting your time for a fucking dime
Let's have a fucking insurrection with all the other abused worker slaves
And rob this place blind and one day...the empire will fall....
Track Name: Kill Me Please
I'm always running backwards trying to find
Hope and inspiration inside of my mind
But not everything's okay - not everything's fine
Kill Kill Kill Kill
Kill me - you gotta kill me
You’ve got to put the gun to my mind
When I’ve lost what I’m trying to find
Kill me please
One step forward and two steps back
Told you before make it all turn black
Straight to my heart I’ve fallen apart that's why
(chorus)
This world is stealing the life and the feeling
And only action can restore our sense of hope
So put the gun up to my head, pull the trigger now I'm dead
There is nothing left for you to control
(chorus)
Track Name: Scam
My ass, it's the part of the body where they stick it in
Becasue you're crass, you mother fucker
And that's the name of the game you’re in
Manifest destiny, cultural hegemony
Music labels are the real fucking enemy
Filled with more shit than President Bush
Bands are like heroin corporations push

This ain't a band it's a fucking revolution
It's time for punk rock to enter evolution
We're not getting laid, paid so we don't give a damn
We're in it for life and this shit ain't a scam
Your scene is a fraud, just to make a buck
Emo or hardcore - we don't give a mother fuck
An open ended forum for whoever can fit in
But what you do to these children it's a fucking sin

We're the anti of everything that you're pro
And I didn't go to far cuz I didn't even go
Why build a venue when I can build a bomb?
Why buy your CD when I can fuck your mom?
Should I: update my Livejournal or set something on fire?
I’m in this to be honest but you're a fucking liar
Why buy an I pod when you can steal one for free
You like Modest Mouse I like Oswald, Harvey Lee
(Editors note: sorry for the rhyme)

You want the money it's a scam
You name a price but we're not for sale

Kill whitey!!
The white man is the fucking problem
His goal in life is all that he can steal
Selling image to ignorant children
Let's replace hype with something you can feel
It's no different from when they stole America
Pushed all the Indians into the sea
Imperialism: it's a fucking cancer
Maiming and destroying all that it can see
But how can we conquer more than just resources?
We’ve got to conquer their hearts and minds too
So drop the hype and drop your pretensions
Think your own thoughts and here's what we'll do
(chorus)
Manifest destiny, cultural hegemony
Music labels are the real fucking enemy
Filled with more shit than President Bush
Bands are like heroin corporations push
But how can we conquer more than just resources?
We’ve got to conquer their hearts and minds too
So drop the hype and drop your pretensions
Think your own thoughts and here's what we'll do
(chorus)
Track Name: Support Your Local Police State
Your badge don’t say shit about what’s wrong or right
Your only job is to protect the white
We will not go down without a fight
Your bodies will pile up as day turns to night
Life is based on power, authority, control
Hero with a badge or a fucking asshole?
Take an egomaniac with a meaningless job
Give him a gun and he thinks he’s God
Let's kill the cops cuz they’re taking orders
From tyrannical leaders who plot to exploit us
But we will not go down without a fight
Your bodies will pile up as day turns to night
Take a citizen who’s had enough
Give him a gun and kill some cops!
Track Name: Cult of Domesticity
Sneer and jeer and call me a queer
Act like you're tough when you're really in fear
Can't you see it's the same for me?
I'll never be what you want me to be...
Your home your life it’s not for me
Cult of domesticity
Has the beer and the Prozac gone to your head?
Can't you see you’re the living dead?
Watching TV in the living room
Box of Ignorance hides the doom.
(chorus)
Track Name: 40 Acres and a Hearse
I eat yuppies for breakfast
With an appetite bigger than Texas
Wish my 3rd grade teacher could see me
I kill cops cuz I watch too much T.V.

Every time you go to the bank
You give the murderers someone to thank
Invest your money in stocks and bonds
Save for a future that’s already gone
The government’s arming a mass of sheep
The dead are concealed beneath a great sheet
Quilted with money, lies and deceit
Put your cash here and someone will bleed
Banks are robbing foreign nations
Your money supplying annihilation
Put your money in a holocaust bond
The price of human life is bound to drop
Every time you go to the store all you buy is...BULLSHIT
Every time you drive your car, all you do is...BULLSHIT
Every time you watch TV all you see it ....BULLSHIT
Every time you go to the bank our future becomes...BULLSHIT
Track Name: Cannibalize
America a giant snake,
Biting your tail does your ass taste great?
Or does it taste like money as you cannibalize?
Does it taste like murder dressed up with a free prize?
Introspect as we vivisect
There goes your body now you’re biting your neck
Cannibalize until we die
Choking on free trade and apple pie
Blood and money in a giant knot
One more gulp and it’s all we got
You bit off more than you can you chew
Now it’s us eating them and me eating you
Track Name: Turn the Gun
Cause for oppression the gaining of wealth
But as the dollar sign rises we're thrown into hell
War, death, disease, famine, murder and hunger
While you're living high and mighty were plotting down under
War and oppression the noose is pulled tighter
Tensions flare up and start a fire
As confusion sets in the future appears dim
You slide down the divide with no where to dig your nails in

He was just 17 with no prospect for a future
Wasn't gonna live his life as another fucking loser
He ran to pick up his things and he walked out the door
He didn’t need his books today just a magnum .44
He's thinking about his family, he's thinking about his friends
He's thinking about a future that's loaded with dead ends
He's thinking about the beginning and he' thinking about the end
He's thinking about what happens after your dead

And as the sun climbs high in the mid American sky
He doesn’t want to live but he doesn’t want to die
He’s eyeing all the students he's eyeing all the cops
He's reaching for his pistol and suddenly he stops

If we fight just like them the war is never won
We're gonna have to learn compassion, gonna have to turn the gun
Track Name: Mediaphobia
They tell us what to see
They tell us what to hear
They tell us how to feel
They tell us what to fear
It's their job to control fear (x4)

They tell us what to see
They tell us how to feel
It's their job to control you
It's their job to control you
Track Name: Not In My Name
A war built on lies, thieves in disguise
The media decides what reaches your eyes
Your stamp of approval is put on this war
But you don’t know what you’re fighting for
The wolf parades, hidden in sheep’s clothes
As long as we’re quite then no one will know
Death fuels money, political gain
Fight commies or Arabs, it’s still both the same
Not in my name
A war built on lies, thieves in disguise
The media decides what reaches your eyes
Your stamp of approval is put on this war
But you don’t know what you’re fighting for
(chorus)
Lies, deceit, kill for oil and gain
Turn poor against poor - Not in my name!
The thoughts and opinions of the “moral majority”
Are cruelly enforced by violent authority
It’s not reality TV, this shit ain’t a game
Let your voices be heard - Not in my name!
Track Name: We Are Family
Ben:
Y'all can't control us we know what’s right
Our unity's close knit, yeah tight
Cuz we know the lies we know the truth
We dont need the intel we got tha proof
Brotherhood fraternity it’s more than who yer runnin wit
Cuz we get down with that unity shit
So this is my crew and fuck you too
We're like rubber and you’re like glue
Dave:
Cities crumble to the beat of my snare
Care? What they don't do about you
It's true. Time to come through for the crew
So get up, raise up for the EE coup
Ben:
So shut up the fuck up and take up yo seat
Watch the revolution as we take to the streets
We dress all in black and are light on our feet
Football is stupid but pipe bombs are neat
Brandon:
Rag on our face runnin through tha streets
Burnin down yer churches as we kill tha police
We don’t like war but it’s too late for peace
Were gonna bring the whole system down to its knees
These trite mother fuckers from east C-stream
Takin out tha trash takin over the scene
Ain't got no room to hate or to fight or lie
Just doin' what we can to get through the night
Were aimin' at the rich who oppress the poor
Don't take no shit from the political whores
Just doin' what we love ride till we die
You can't stop us now cuz we got unity on our side
Ben:
Always together like birds of a feather
Through thick and thin and all kinds of weather
So enough of your ignorant close minded bullshit
EE clan ain't nothing to fuck with
Track Name: Choking the Life Out
I’ve been choking but I'm not dead yet
I’m the blood in your eye, your moral threat
Authority putting the choke on me
You must die before we can be free
Suffocate, choke the life out
Make it all turn black
Cuz I am dead you are dead
Everyone I know is dead
I am the fist the bullet the bomb
I am the plan the one that went wrong
American culture is being bled
True democracy already dead
(Chorus)
Pull my trigger
Blow the brains out of society
It will be the release of
The hatred inside of me
Track Name: Making The World Safe For Democracy
Global corporations playing games with 3rd world nations
Manipulate the poor cuz they always want more
Situation becomes dire profit climbs higher
And if you say its wrong you never seem to live too long
Free trade's a poison but some think it's not
On 9/11 we saw what the world thought
The fire the brimstone the chaos the death
The ghost of revolution breathing new breath

Is this what will become of us?
And for the profit will turn to dust
And to increase the hypocrisy
It's all done in the name of democracy

Global corporations bleeding 3rd world nations
When the world wakes up in the ruins one day
Perhaps people everywhere finally will say
It's wrong to be murdered without a voice
Slavery or freedom lets make a choice
Let’s make a choice!
Free trade's a poison but some think it's not
On 9/11 we saw what the world thought

The fire the brimstone the chaos the death
The ghost of revolution breathing new breath
(chorus)
Track Name: Keep it to Yourself
Money's important and knowledge is worthless
Your ideas and opinions mean shit in a world of stock margins
Suppression of a thought, suppression of a question
Pride keeps the flag at half staff
Keep it to yourself Keep it to yourself…Or Else
Keep it to yourself Keep it to yourself…Or Else
Track Name: Cross This Line
At first it was for the good of the nation, this new form of re-education
Enemies chosen, people divided subsisting off of what's provided
Give me rhetoric give me justification, give me mental masturbation
I want violence I want war, give us something to fight for
Defy! Defy! I dare you to cross this line!
Burn some books and point some guns, censorship can be such fun
Politicians stop at nothing in the relentless pursuit of capital
Kill right now Profit later
Inexorable march of time draws us closer to the line
Defy! Defy! I dare you to cross this line!
Push us we'll push back, we know the lies from facts
Enjoy your prosperous fate but underestimate
And you'll loose your grasp!