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It's Not Porn

CHORUS

It’s!

Not!

Porn!

VERSE 1

Lesbian ladies on a double-decker bus

Homophobic men spying on their love

“Give us a show and make the fuck out

While we snort with our big piggy snouts”

The answer was no because they said so

Barbaric men decked them in the nose

Punching, screaming, secretly creaming

Where are the police when you need them?

CHORUS

It’s!

Not!

Porn!

VERSE 2

Unconscious girl behind a dumpster

Rapist swimmer summons the thunder

He called it twenty minutes of action

As he grinned with sick satisfaction

Slap on the wrist for Mr. White Privilege

A new idiot for the concrete village

He blamed it all on the damn alcohol

But at least his career never had to fall

CHORUS

It’s!

Not!

Porn!

BRIDGE

The faces of hate in the Sunday paper

The violence never seems to taper

No abortions for the pregnant victims

The right-wing never wants to listen

VERSE 3

If they dress like “sluts” and you grab their butts

Don’t be surprised when they kick you in the nuts

A revealing cosplay doesn’t give you the right

To fill her head full of trauma every fucking night

The real world isn’t like the porn on your computer

This urban war zone isn’t a First Person Shooter

You weren’t the first and you’re not the last

To need to have your head pulled out of your ass

CHORUS X4

It’s!

Not!

Porn!

Thugs

CHORUS

Blue thugs, blue thugs

White thugs, white thugs

Rich thugs, rich thugs

Christ thugs, Christ thugs

VERSE 1

Being a thug isn’t about skin color

It’s about the way we treat each other

Social status doesn’t mean a damn thing

When the fired shots make your ears ring

Wilson, Turner, and even Zimmerman

Miss Anthony full of sugar and cinnamon

Saccharine pleas bring the blind to their knees

While the innocents’ corpses continue to freeze

CHORUS

Blue thugs, blue thugs

White thugs, white thugs

Rich thugs, rich thugs

Christ thugs, Christ thugs

VERSE 2

Every bullet feels exactly the same

Every death brings this country to shame

Every trial adds to the body pile

Just another piece of paper ready to file

The case is closed but our eyes are wide

A river of tears doesn’t take any side

A broken heart knows no kind of race

Armageddon has come to our safe place

EXTENDED CHORUS 1

Blue thugs, blue thugs

White thugs, white thugs

Rich thugs, rich thugs

Christ thugs, Christ thugs

Where are the signs that say free hugs?

Why are there corpses full of maggoty bugs?

Is this really about a lost war on drugs?

Or did we already sweep that under the rug?

BRIDGE

The second amendment or a thug defendant?

Family values or medieval remnants?

When the bodies drop, it all sounds alike

To the motherless children and fatherless tykes

EXTENDED CHORUS 2

Blue thugs, blue thugs

White thugs, white thugs

Rich thugs, rich thugs

Christ thugs, Christ thugs

What are you representing with your slugs?

Why do you turn away with a mere shrug?

Go ahead, sleep well at night cozy and snug

Wake up with a smile so arrogant and smug

Evil Men

VERSE 1

She doesn’t owe you her body or mind

A definitive no is all that you’ll find

But you transform from man into monster

Your next move is an act of dishonor

You take everything she has in one night

Her virginity, her soul, and her inner light

It’s time to make an example out of you

Your punishment for rape will reign true

CHORUS 1

Evil men walk this scorched earth

Evil men give demons their birth

Evil men get away with everything

Evil men manipulate the evidence

VERSE 2

A slap on the wrist, a suspended sentence

Your victim is dishonorably mentioned

You used every excuse for wicked abuse

The raging public now has a broken fuse

Alcohol, clothing, flirtatious behavior

You act like you’re some sexual savior

You are a threat to women and children

If you don’t traumatize them, you kill them

CHORUS 2

Evil men don’t take responsibility

Evil men claim so-called divinity

Evil men walk away with smiles

Evil men cover up their guile

BRIDGE

The gravy train has made its last stop

Take your luggage and get the fuck off

You’re a dead man in the very worst sense

Your assassin doesn’t work for dollars and cents

VERSE 3

You’ve effectively placed a bounty on your head

For all of the violence and the shit you’ve said

Revenge is the greatest thing since sliced bread

Bang, bang, motherfucker! Your ass is dead!

CHORUS 3

Evil men will get what they deserve

Evil men won’t be able to swerve

Evil men get locked in a cell

Evil men spend their lives in hell

So this is how the story will end

You have no allies, family, or friends

Take your medicine like a man

Your evil ass is forever damned