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Daddy, did you see what I did?
I'm Number 1 on the Forbes Top 10,
And when I proved I could top the list,
I went from nerd boy to global philanthropist,
And just like you, I’m noble rich,
No sole pervert eugenicist, but
picked up some tricks since ‘96, like
how to lie using statistics, just…
Laughing! Thinning out the crowd
Daddy’s little monster, what they call me now,
Daddy! if you could see me now….
I know you'd be so proud!
Me and the boys are back to makin’ noise
We got the band together,
Rithm's up to Mark, Klaus is on the haarp
We’re singin’ ‘bout the weather
Daddy - should I blot out the sun?
Daddy, didya wanna play Event 201?
I’m seeing through all the work you begun,
I think about it and I just can’t help from…
Laughing! Thinning out the crowd
Daddy’s little monster, what they call me now,
Daddy! if you could see me now….
I know you'd be so proud!
Transcended!
Big Daddy Gates!
Patent Triple oh-six!
We're talkin' Luciferase!
I’m in the club for the billionaires,
Private parties, private yachts, private jets,
Buy up the land and we swarm the air,
Public figures, public image, teenage sex
My charity R.O.I.’s to the sky, man
My best friend owns a private island,
At least he did, see now he’s dead but….
I'm still smilin'!
Laughing! I’m immortal now!
Uncle John D, can you see me now?
Daddy - I'm a doctor now,
DNCs, DOAs and DNRs
Laughing! I’m a farmer now!
I'll feed 'em bugs while I hoard the cows
Daddy - I’m on the TV now!
I got 'em drinkin’ from the toilet now
Laughing! Thinning out the crowd
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy are you still around,
Daddy - if you could see me now...
You'd be so fucking proud of me
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I'm in my happy place,
I live my life without philosophy,
I get my views from the cable news,
A third-hand personality,
Those little boxes tell us how to feel,
Like a slave to a plastic screen,
So when you try to tell me it ain’t real
I really wish you’d get away from me
We just can’t help it,
Spinning, spinning,
They keep selling it
Shilling, shilling,
Now we’re caught in it,
Willing villains,
We’re a part of it,
Killing for the current thing
Ain't I a cryin’ shame?
Getting by without identity,
Cut-rate, cut-throat, cutscene gray face,
Spinnin’ dizzy for some clout to chase,
Other people tell me what to think,
Then I parrot to the social feed,
The way I share my feed,
It’s scary like a Human Centipede in need!
So traffic kids across the Rio Grande
I don’t give a damn,
Drone strike weddings in Afghanistan
I keep my head under the sand
Fund more bio-war weapons labs,
Ain't science grand?
Euthanasia for a healthcare plan,
I’ll even lend a helping hand
Driving up racial strife,
I’ll like and share,
Slicing up kids with a surgeon’s knife,
And I’m blissfully unaware
No more speech or human rights,
But I ain’t scared,
World War 3, blow up mankind,
My TV tells me not to care!
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Hands up, it's the Thought Police,
Shut your mouth and drop to your knees,
Shut your eyes, shut your mind,
Fall in line or prepare to die
Round 'em up, line 'em up against the wall,
Shoot 'em up with slander, a Party when they fall,
Line the pockets of the compromised press,
who trade their pens in for a gun to your head
Our subject thought he was a free man
Social media, they don't understand that,
He ran his mouth, so we put him on the watch list,
One wrong move and we'll blast him with a rocket
A journalist, at least that's what he claimed to be,
The Deep State, they wouldn't clear his name to me,
Final story, left unread,
Shot himself three times in the back of the head
Hands up, cuz we're back again,
Farewell to your family and friends,
And forget about your damn phone call,
We break the rules cuz we make the law
Doctors, staffers, heads of state,
And all the bastards who speculate,
Any one of you can end up in the crosshairs
You think you got rights but we just don't care
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Jenny can you sell me?
Jenny can you sell me?
I want to start a brand-new war
Can you tell me?
Joey can you tell me?
Will it be bigger than before?
Can you fund me?
Nancy can you fund me?
I want it to go nuclear
Spin me harder,
TV win me over,
It's time to fumigate the world!
I don't wanna be in lockdown anymore,
Don't wanna be retreating
from the rising of the ocean shores,
I don't wanna eat these insects anymore,
I’m tired of hiding from the
Racist, sexist, homophohic hordes
Won't someone lend me some mercy?
A hypersonic missile to end my suffering
Can't someone give this world some peace?
Just nuke me please
NATO can you help me?
Say the word and down me,
Before the carbon kills us all
Can you shell me?
Azov can you scalp me?
Don't let me catch a scary cold
Tell me M.Z.,
Am I'm going crazy?
I think a blast could solve it all
Back to safety,
Make it quick and pain-free,
Go gently in a mushroom cloud!
I don't wanna be a podperson no more,
Don't wanna be a Soylent
boosted, dopesick, beta pharmavore
I don't wanna live in terror anymore,
Don't wanna be a slave to
Chryons, feeds and trending news reports
Won't someone lend me some mercy?
A hypersonic missile to end my suffering
Can't someone give this world some peace?
Just nuke me please
Everybody's gotta go
Somehow, someday,
Why not make it all together?
They say we're doomed to die
in flood, disease or warming weather
I say atom bombs are better
Or at least a little faster
I don't wanna be a parasite no more,
I know there's only so much room
out there for robot polishers,
I don't wanna be embarrassed anymore,
Don't wanna be a useless eating,
Resource-draining, VR game player
Won't someone lend me some mercy?
A hypersonic missile to end my suffering
Can't someone give this world some peace?
Just nuke me please
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This is my time!
Luck turns on a dime,
They say I crossed the line,
But ladies, that trophy’s mine!
Latest hero of Instagram,
The face that graces your beer can,
Maybe I was born a man
But understand me,
It's ma'am!!!!
I’m on your TV,
You celebrate me!
Identified as Xe,
I'll make you watch me pee!
Couldn't make it in the big boys league,
But it’s gettin' popular to pose as a she,
Grow my hair out, tuck my weenie,
Now I’m winning, finally winning!
Maybe I’ll get endorsed by Nike
6 foot fucking 2,
A couple hairy balls too,
Was OK in my sport
But bitch - I dominate you!
Inclusivity is a must,
Worship LGBTQ-Plus
Plus plus plus plus plus plus plus plus plus me!
I’m winning!
I’m finally fucking winning!
2023 was just the beginning.
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Introducing.... American Thought Criminals!
released September 11, 2023
Eric: bass, background vocals
Jay: guitar, vocals
Sean: drums
Recorded and engineered by American Thought Criminals
Mixed and mastered by Brett Anderson (Cheap Audio Mastering)
