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Ratshit Weasels
05:14
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Those Ratshit Weasels make the rules
Those Ratshit Weasels make the rules
Pedophile pervert preaching from the pulpit
Sez the country’s going to hell
The gays are the culprit
Pompous man of God tells you who should hate
Hide behind the bible and discriminate
Fleecing his flock it’s grand larceny
The sucka’s making bank and it’s all tax free
‘cause
Those Ratshit Weasels make the rules
Those Ratshit Weasels make the rules
Dumb white cop and a dead black kid
Ain’t got no remorse for the shit he did
Ain’t gonna be no trial
They won’t put him away
He get a 2 week paid holiday
‘cause
Those Ratshit Weasels make the rules
Those Ratshit Weasels make the rules
Ice agents dressed up like Kylo Ren
Bustin’ down the door at 5am
Happy birthday kid
Don’t make no fuss
We’re taking your daddy away with us
‘cause
Those Ratshit Weasels make the rules
Those Ratshit Weasels make the rules
Chuck Norris kid with a semi-automatic
Gotta chip on his shoulder
Gonna wreak some havoc
The brave men in D.C. they think and they pray
And cash another check from the N.R.A.
‘cause
Those Ratshit Weasels make the rules
Those Ratshit Weasels make the rules
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2. |
Put On Kind of Blue
06:01
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I walked into the record store
Didn’t think that I’d see you
Pretty little pixie with a copy of Kind of Blue
I fell out of the sky that night
I thought somehow you knew
That livin’ lovin’ laughin’ sprite
Down at the parkway zoo
It doesn’t matter where you’re going
Don’t matter where you been
Make sure you got the good parts showing
And everything that you ever knew
And all the shit that you’re going through
You don’t know what you should do
Just put on Kind of Blue
I was of the galaxy and you were of the sun
If it wasn’t such and travesty it wouldn’t be as fun
You needn’t call the calvary, looks like this war is won
I gave away the best of me but I’m still the lucky one
It doesn’t matter where you’re going
Don’t matter where you been
Make sure you got the good parts showing
And everything that you ever knew
And all the shit that you’re going through
You don’t know what you should do
Just put on Kind of Blue
Comatose yet feelin’ fine with Bobbi Rick and Jan
Got into a little bind please come bailout the band
Seeking shelter from the storm since 1962
Come on back to my place babe and bring your Kind of Blue
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3. |
Kind of Blues
03:53
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Instrumental
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4. |
Ratshit Weasels Reprise
00:06
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RATSHITWEASELSRATSHITWEASELSRATSHITWEASELSRATSHITWEASELSRATSHITWEASELSRATSHITWEASELSRATSHITWEASELSRATSHITWEASELSRATSHITWEASELS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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5. |
Hesitation Frustration
03:02
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Now once upon a time
It wasn’t so long ago
We was just, ah, chillin’ and having a groovy time
When all of a sudden things started to change
We thought maybe it was just the lighting in the room
But it seemed like it was something a little bit, uh,
A little bit more sinister going on
So we stopped and looked around and we asked each other
“Hey, did you see that?”
This hesitation cause frustration
I don’t know what’s right or wrong
When this is over I’ll be sober
But probably not for very long
So, so, uh...with all this going on we decided
We just might, like, uh, leave the premises
And take a little walk and try and clear our heads
Of whatever energy was in the room at the time
Whatever spirits were in there with us
Possibly with malicious intent
So we got outside and we walked
We walked to the left
We always walk to the left but we never go in circles
So we got outside
This hesitation cause frustration
I don’t know what’s right or wrong
When this is over I’ll be sober
But probably not for very long
probably not for very long
So we walk into the bar
And we see strange characters all around
So we walk up to the bar
And we surround ourselves
With these strange characters
We decide, we decide to have words with these strange characters
This hesitation cause frustration
I don’t know what’s right or wrong
When this is over I’ll be sober
But probably not for very long
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6. |
Revolution Time
05:54
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The rich they say, they taste like chicken
And the huntin’s such good fun
Looking for the next thing to stick they dick in
I mean they’ll fuck you over son
Never been a violent person but I ain’t too dumb to learn
‘Cause the situation keeps getting worse
And there’s nowhere else to turn
And if you say it’s revolution time, tell me baby where do I sign?
Why can’t they see it could be so simple
Brother there’s a better way
Let go of greed and hate
Take care of the people
Change your evil ways
Cause if you don’t your playing with fire
Only so much a man can take
Before they come for all you putrid liars
And laugh and watch you break
And if you say it’s revolution time, tell me baby where do I sign?
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Trever "Professor T" Veilleux is a math teacher-guitarist-songwriter-singer on the Big Island of Hawai'i. He is also the director of Hilo Jazz Orchestra whose Frank Zappa tribute concerts have earned them international acclaim.
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