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Depress the State to Death, by Plain Zane

These days I sit at the bar not drinking/ Facundo talks me out of wanting death/ Veronica asks me how my day went/ As she pops the top on my nonalcoholic/ I smile, I say it was fine/ I took my rage out on a wall/ And I didnt cry/ How are you?/ I'm glad you're good too/ Then she serves another guy/ My phone doesn’t buzz as much lately/ Got rid of that damn Facebook app/ Honestly I still check it occasionally/ I just use the built in internet/ I still drop what I’m doing when I hear the signal sound/ Comrades want to know if I'm free to hit the town/ Sorry Dax I didn’t say/ For a few months I'll be away/ Little hick ass town/ Backwards, upside down/Guess that's my roots

But I will survive
These contradictions I'll reconcile
Depress the state to death
Pig anti-depressants dont work
On us

These days I get my kicks in reading Panther books at the bar/ Until some guy asks me what it's all about/ It’s not because he wants to know/ It’s because he wants to go/ Funny what they'll fight ya over for in central Texas/ But man I'm about it/ Politics are sitting underneath my hammer/ Kropotkin getting covered in drywall/ Mao is laughing softly in the corner/ Bambu and Eric sing it over it all/ Here’s to you/ Comrades/ Struggle through/ Toast with coffee and zero percent brew/ I don’t need a noose/ Unless Jeff Bezos walks through/ It's ok to cry/ We will survive/ Until every pig dies and we will/ See the morning

But I will survive These contradictions I'll reconcile
Depress the state to death
Pig anti-depressants dont work
On us

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