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MP3 - "Fuckalot", "No Masters" 1984 - LP to CD recording
FUCKALOT
There's a certain way to view the world, as enemy with flag unfurled
A combat zone where heathen spirit always, must be fought
And the folks who see the world this way have made it what it is today
A hate-filled place and all because they've never learned to say
You've got to - laugh enough, if you want to stay alive
You've got to -laugh a lot, if the world is to survive
Then you got to - laugh some more, if you want your love to thrive
Last thing that you want to do is be like one of them
There's a certain kind of personality that looks at folks like you
And me and sees us dancing here and only wants to gag
These folks have nothing in their hearts, they're plagued by silent stinkless farts
Their shit comes out in hard, round balls if it comes out at all
'Cause you've got to - dance enough, if you want to stay alive
You've got to - dance a lot, if the world is to survive
Then you got to - dance some more, if you want your love to thrive
Last thing that you want to do is be like one of them
There's certain folks who look at life as one long test of self-control
They have to keep their lust in check, they have to curb their dogs
And when these folks get next to sex, it turns them into nervous wrecks
'Specially when their sons and daughters come to them and say
We've got to - fuck enough, if we're gonna stay alive
We've got to - fuck a lot, if the world is to survive
Then we got to - fuck some more, if we want our love to thrive
Last thing that we want to do is end up just like you
Every where's the same today, they're in control, we're in the way
And in their hands each life-urge just gets turned upon it's head
They won't be satisfied until the Earth itself has died and then
They'll never be subjected to the threat of life again
So we've got to - love enough, just to keep those folks at bay
And we've got to - fight a lot, yeah, to make them change their ways
Then we got to - love some more, 'cause it's still the only way
The last thing that we wanna do is give it up to them
We've got to -love enough, just to keep those folks at bay
And we've got to - fight a lot, just to make them go away
Then we've got to - fuck some more, just to brighten up the day
Last thing that we wanna do is give it up to them
You've got to heal yourself...feel yourself...you must reveal yourself
Lyrics by Alan Franklin 1983
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