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Album: Miscellaneous (1999)
Artists: Choking Victim

  1. 500 Channels
  2. 500 Channels
  3. Apple Pie And Police State
  4. Apple Pie And Police State
  5. Born To Die
  6. Born To Die
  7. Choking Victim
  8. Choking Victim
  9. Crack Rock Steady
  10. Crack Rock Steady
  11. Death Song
  12. Five-Finger Discount
  13. Five-Finger Discount
  14. Fuck America
  15. Fuck America
  16. Fucked Reality
  17. Fucked Reality
  18. Hate Yer State
  19. Hate Yer State
  20. In Hell
  21. In Hell
  22. In My Grave
  23. In My Grave
  24. Infested
  25. Living The Laws
  26. Living The Laws
  27. Money
  28. Money
  29. Orange
  30. Praise To The Sinners
  31. Praise To The Sinners
  32. Suicide (A Better Way)
  33. Suicide (A Better Way)
  34. War Story
  35. War Story
  36. You Ought To Die
  37. You Ought To Die


Choking Victim
Miscellaneous
Death Song
You call us barbarians... Eh.
It is an honorable name.
We mean to cancel the world you civilized people made.
We will simply erase history from the time that machinary and weapons threatened more than they offered.
And when you die... the last living reminder of hell will be gone.
Gone.

-Something at the beginning from Omega Man or some other post-apocalyptic movie with anti-technology zombies.

Everyday it comes my way in different shapes & forms.
Greed, hate & jealousy, the faces it adorns.
And though I walk the valley in the shadow of my deeds,
consider this, it's always there; the ends to meet the needs.

I give you money, you give me death.
You think it's funny, I gasp for breath.

Tompkins Square is everywhere, it's written on the walls
they'll suffocate yer real estate and grab you by yer balls
my life is such a living hell, a squatted rotted empty shell
no mistakes to learn

Watch a cop for us today, an opiate, a new decay,
your breathing stops this dying day.
The bigtime, it killed Crusty Dave.
We're all alone, we miss his heat,
and now I feel so incomplete.
The death he tasted was so sweet,
from womb to tomb, the rotting meat!
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