MAGNUS CORPUS DOMINUS

MDC - Magnus Dominus Corpus 12”

Song List -
1. Destroying the Planet [1:41] (words - David Dictor, music - Ron Posner)
2. Going Nowhere Fast* [2:19] (words - David Dictor, music - Ron Posner)
3. Founding Fathers [2:02] (words - David Dictor, music - Ron Posner)
4. Poseur Punk [2:36] (words - David Dictor, music - Ron Posner)
5. Let's Kill All the Cops* [2:06] (words - David Dictor, music - Ron Posner & David Dictor)
6. Life But How to Live It [1:50] (words - David Dictor, music - Ron Posner)
7. Prime Evil [2:04] (words - David Dictor, music - Ron Posner)
8. Time Out [1:19] (words - Al Schultz, music - Ron Posner)
9. Girls Like You Make Me Queer [2:04] (words - David Dictor, music -Ron Posner)
10. Sleep a Little Less, Dream a Little More [2:00] (words - David Dictor, music - Ron Posner & David Dictor)
11. Walking on Thin Ice [3:31] (words - David Dictor, music - Ron Posner)
12. No More Cops [1:26] (words - David Dictor, music - Joe Orguera)
13. Long Day, Short Life [1:27] (words - David Dictor, music - Ron Posner)
14. Timmy Yo* [3:03] (words & music - David Dictor)
15. Nazis Shouldn't Drive [1:59] (words: David Dictor & Chris Wilder, music: Chris Wilder)
16. Sick of It [2:02] (words - David Dictor, music - Brendan Bekowies & Matt Van Cura)
17. Prick Faced Bastard* [2:42] (words - David Dictor, music - Ron Posner)
18. Ballad of GW* [2:22] (words - Dan the Parody Man, music - Flatt & Scruggs)

R Rad Records, Ltd. 2004
(Sudden Death Records, Yellow Dog Records, Peculio Discos)
May 12-15, 2004 - New York City, NY
Cyclone Sound, Brooklyn, NYC: Don Fury engineer / Art: Carlos Solorzano Smith
Musicians: David Dictor vocals, Ron Posner (x-con ron) guitar, Mikey Offender bass, Mike Pride drums [Kentaro Saito guitar solos on*] [Matt Van Cura bass, Brendan Bekowies guitar, Albatross drums only on Sick of It]

Destroying The Planet -
Born so ahead in life it's all a game
There you rule so smug - with no shame
Plan your life in the upper class
You're such a fucking selfish ass

Daddy sets you up with all his cash
Time to sober up from having a blast
A DWI could ruin your career
Or kill someone next to you who you hold dear

Well you found God, you're such a holy creep
In church with all your buddies for the cameras you weep
On your knees, with the good book… you'll keep
Smile to cover up just how much you want to sleep

Life is a party as you sail through Yale
All your frat boy antics, still no jail
How many arrests on your rap sheet were erased?
As the courts always seem to lose your case

And that year and a half in the National Guard
Where no one remembers you being in the yard
A chicken hawk holy warrior for Christ
Watch the war on TV and all the people getting diced

Compassionate conservative you're full of shit
With the country clubbers you're such a hit
For tax cuts for the rich you will lie
As you plan for Social Security to die

How many lives were destroyed today?
And no one can get married… if they're gay
Carpet-bomb the world, collateral damage you say
And just remind the Africans with AIDS to pray

Destroying the planet while making the rich richer
And still manage to make it to bed by nine
Go for a jog and choke on a pretzel
You and your cronies are nothing but swine

Fuck you & God Bless America
Fuck you & God Bless America
Fuck you & God Bless America

Going Nowhere Faster Than You -
We were going nowhere faster than you
Our engines were racing hot and our skin turning blue
Out of our skulls no sleep for a week
You could say we were major league tweeks
We were so strung out and having a blast
Part of that white trash underworld criminal class

We were running those scams, living life on the lam
Living so crazy, eye always looking out for the man
Lowlife trash, bikers and assorted riff-raff
Could you kick it down is what we used to laugh
We were so strung out and having a blast
Part of that white trash underworld criminal class

We were strung, dumb and problems we thought we had none
Generational meth lab dysfunctional kinda' fun
We were going faster nowhere than anybody else
Sure as hell wasn't good for our health
I know we just had to see how high we could fly
Just hope you made it through to the other side

We would never front you off, but could you front me and pay you back real soon
Stealing mail, cashing checks, sweating it out in the heat of noon
Snitch us out and we'll make you pay for it some day
Thick as thieves is what we used to say…
Going nowhere fast… nowhere fast… nowhere faster than you

Then sure enough you're looking out from inside a cell
Trying to figure a way out of this hell
Easy getting hooked tougher getting out
And if you make it then you got the right to sing and shout
We were so strung out and having a blast
Part of that white trash underworld criminal class

We were strung, dumb and problems we thought we had none
Generational meth lab dysfunctional kinda' fun
We were going faster nowhere than anybody else
Sure as hell wasn't good for our health
I know we just had to see how high we could fly
Just hope you made it through to the other side

We would never front you off, but could you front me and pay you back real soon
Stealing mail, cashing checks, sweating it out in the heat of noon
Snitch us out and we'll make you pay for it some day
Thick as thieves is what we used to say...
We were going nowhere fast, nowhere fast, nowhere faster than you

Founding Fathers -
Are the founding fathers terrorists or freedom fighters?
And Paul Revere the famous night rider
And Andrew Jackson the Indian killer
A movie of his life could be a nightmare thriller

Hand out blankets with disease
Our God is so much better we believe
Genocidal times, get on your knees
We are the good guys or so we perceive

So back then they rebelled against the king
The U.S. in Iraq is really the same thing
All the radio hate disc jockey's rage
Screaming we should blast them back to the Stone Age

Just like John Wayne running up the hill
See how many Vietnamese he could kill
Destroy the village to save it is part of the plan
Just as letting African's die of AIDS is to steal their land

“Mommy, was George Washington a terrorist?”
“No honey, he was a great man, the first president and an important slave owner.”
“Mommy what are doing in Iraq?” “Honey we are gonna' teach these people how to be free.”
We prop up the Saudi's corrupt regime
Denied people's rights and justice so it seems
All done for convenience and all that black gold
Send our boys off to protect our freedoms or so they're told

“Didn't they lynch black folks in the South and set them on fire and hang them from trees just like they did those men in Iraq?”
“Oh honey, that was so long ago. We don't think about things like that.”

All this hypocrisy makes us sick as hell
Our murderous government think they're so swell
Capture people deny them their rights
Abuse them from Guantanamo to the Golan Heights

Are the founding fathers terrorists or freedom fighters?
Take land from the Indians in trade for a little cider
Remember the only good Indian is one that is dead
How would it feel for it to be us instead?

Poseur Punk -
There you go scruffy and mean
All tattooed and pierced for the scene
Smoking that cigarette to capture the pose
All the groovy looks for the clothes you choose

Everything is about making you look good
As if other people and objects really could
Hey Mr. Peebrain it's about what's inside
Not what's on the outside that is so contrived

Why don't you try just to be real All that vanity makes you a heal
Find what you want and do it right And a little tip, it won't happen overnight
Lines like “it's so heavy” so cliché It's so easy to predict what you will say
All that talk of inner pain Just another reason for you to complain

There you go scruffy and mean
All tattooed and pierced for the scene
Smoking that cigarette to capture the pose
All the groovy looks for the clothes you choose

Sorry to shock you but it's time to wake up
Far as I'm concerned I've seen enough
I've said it now... so go figure it out
Being a poseur punk is not what it's all about

Poseur punk, since the beginning of the scene
Poseur punk, think you know what I mean
Poseur punk, come on try to grow
Poseur punk, had to let you know

Everything is about making you look good
As if other people and objects really could
Hey Mr. Peebrain it's about what's inside
Not about the outside that is so contrived

Why don't you try just to be real All that vanity makes you a heal
Find what you want and do it right And a little tip, it won't happen overnight
Lines like “it's so heavy” so cliché It's so easy to predict what you will say
All that talk of inner pain Just another reason for you to complain

Poseur punk, you're living a dream
Poseur punk, you are not what you seem
Poseur punk, you're easy to see through
Poseur punk, what are you gonna' do

Let's Kill All the Cops -
Let's kill all the cops and throw 'em in bags
Set it on fire on a pile of rags
Time for a little anarchy on the streets
Doesn't really matter if we all get beat
'Cause the world is really going to hell in a handbasket
They won't be happy 'til we are all laying in caskets
Time to start a riot and murder your boss
Fuck shit up even if the cause is lost

So let's kill all the cops, kill all the cops, kill all the cops today

Let's kill all the cops it has a certain ring
They are not really real human beings
They got a job a uniform and a gun
Of course they are stupid and devoid of fun
So it's time to party and go for it
Celebrate all we can as it all turns to shit
Give them the middle finger and tell them they smell
Laugh in their face and tell them to go to hell

So let's kill all the cops, kill all the cops, kill all the cops today

So let's kill all the cops if not now then when?
'Cause we can go to church and confess our sins
Then tell the Pope to shove it up his ass
Just like the priests who do it to the boys in class
And those stupid nuns just stare in quiet
Burn all the churches and let them watch us riot
Time to turn it all upside down
From coast to coast and in our home town

So let's kill all the cops, kill all the cops, kill all the cops today

Life But How To Live It -
Life can get bumpy so get ready for a ride
Think you got a plan but let me confide
Got a few friends? You're luckier than most
On this map of life it's easy to get lost

Make a wrong turn and it could cost you a lot
But let's hope you get more than one shot
But you got to try and get off your ass
Sometimes when you fall down it just means you've got some class

There are no promises anyone can keep
No one will cry for you, maybe your momma' will weep
Be who you are let the players play their game
Being real is its own reward and it could keep you sane

You might just get to win some And there are so many more you lose
At least when you earn something You know you paid your dues
And if something comes too easy You'll lose it just the same
Remind yourself there is no sense Trying to lay the blame

So just remember you can run but you can't ever hide
Choose your choices well they are yours to decide
Be who you are and as they say, keep it real
There's nothing very long that you can conceal

Life seems long but it goes by really quick
Be a gentle person and don't be a lousy prick
Be grateful and treat others the way you want to be treated
Don't be sour grapes 'cause every now and then we all get cheated

Life's a vibrating string, an illusion at best
Try to get it better each time and forget the rest
There will always be pain - but it will pass
Try to enjoy it 'cause it goes by so fast

Make a wrong turn and it could cost you a lot
But let's hope you get more than one shot
But you've got to try and get off your ass
Sometimes when you fall down it just means you got some class

Life's a vibrating string, an illusion at best
Try to get it better each time and forget the rest
There will always be pain - but it will pass
Try to enjoy it 'cause it goes by so fast

Prime Evil -
Born to believe... you are better
Treat everyone like they are nothing but debtors
You are the one… the truly forsaken
You in your role as the head undertaker

Prime Evil, Prime Evil, you are the one
You are the heaven and earth, you are the sun
You are the man who gets to hold the gun
Where will you hide when all this is done?

The more you prepare your torturous ways to hone your skill
Press a human being, bend them to your will
You become what you think you're fighting against in the end
How will you make your peace and make your amends?

Using the electricity, smell the burning stench
In your designed special torturer's trench
Try to change your clothes but you can't remove the smell
Even your dreams will not release you from your hell

Prime Evil, Prime Evil, you are the one
You are the heaven and earth, you are the sun
You are the man who gets to hold the gun
Who will cry for you when all this is done?

Are you still human? How is your sanity?
Need absolution, beg forgiveness from all humanity

Prime Evil, Prime Evil, you are the one
You are the heaven and earth, you are the sun
You are the man who gets to hold the gun
Who will cry for you when all this is done?

Time Out -
Time out clock now running

Human lemmings crowded hoard
Ever faster to the shore
Ever closing zero ground
Official timer clock is wound

Time out clock's still running

Fault line nukes fucking swell
Terrorist ready to blow us to hell
Machines hurry Ice Age
Richter's gage raging sage

Time out end of quarter
Time out time in
Resume the slaughter

Great Barrier funeral wreath
Dead algae no air to breathe
Ruthless beyond belief
Sanity screams stop thief

Time out end of quarter

Drill and suck the ocean floor
Pump our mother like a whore
Earth once claimed by insects black
I fear in time they'll take it back

(Oh brother good night what a sight)
Hold tight frost bite

Nice what a sight
Slice of the ice
Christ Jesus Christ
Dice sacrifice
Bands half time show
Seconds left to go
We won we're still dead
The game but not the spread

Time out clocks winding
light's out!!

Girls Like You Make Me Queer -
From the beginning it was like that
You were so special the Maltese cat
You weren't being trendy or trying to be cool
You just could never… be anyone's fool

People could tell by the way you strut your stuff
So flamboyant and so so buff
We could always never get enough
No one could touch you or ever call your bluff

You were the king and queen of Texas hardcore
So many universes for you to explore
You always said to “kill from the heart”
Knew where you were going from the start

You warned about people talking behind one's back
And about people and graces that they lacked
Figuring it out... you always had a knack
Your friends that loved you, you always cut some slack

So show your fine fine face
No one can take your place
You are so refined
You are one of a kind

Yeah that's right and no one is better
No one gets us happier or any wetter
You fit so fine like a favorite sweater
Never let them hang their Scarlet Letter

From the beginning it was like that
You were always so darn real and phat
You weren't being trendy or trying to be cool
You just were… could never be anyone's fool

People could tell, you were so clear
About the bullshit you could never adhere
Time goes by, month to year
You said “girls like you make me queer”

So show your fine fine face
No one can take your place
You are so refined
You are one of a kind

Sleep a Little Less, Dream a Little More -
Hey get out of your bed You're acting like a bore
Everything's a mess Play it more hardcore
Don't be playing dead We can hear you snore
Sleep a little less and Dream a little more

We're all in a bind It ain't so fucking fine
Get up and start moving 'Cause now is the time.

Get it to the groove And start to bust a move
Better shake your ass You've got nothing to lose
Shit's running low It's all out fucking war
Time to sleep a little less Dream a little more

So what you gonna' do It's up to fucking you
Time to make a stand And a freaking plan
Backs up to the wall We are all kinda' sore
Time to sleep a little less Dream a little more

Walking On Thin Ice -
The times they are changing but it's really the same old thing
Now all the species are fading fast and it's the blue bird's last chance to sing
And that we don't have to surrender, let those scumbags and let them have their way
And it's really worse than that but we have already had a terrible day

Did you hear about the polar bears are in trouble they're out walking on thin ice?
No more blue whales I guess that's really not too nice

And remember that cute girl she came to town and became a junkie so quick?
She hangs out at a clinic and she's always looking sick
She had big dreams once but they all sort of melted away
Now she's just hanging around trying to make it day to day

Hey and the rainforests are all gone, I guess that's kinda' sad
Weather keeps changing, that's not good, it's rather bad

Black horned rhinos seem like old long lost friends
Silver back gorillas are right near their end
Illnesses that could have been cured by plants are now all long gone
Still the darkest hour is the one before the dawn

And we're all working hard, right above minimum wage
Waiting for fifteen minutes and a friendly stage

Mr. President looks serious, I guess we need some more wars
The FOX news lady says we got old issues to score
Momma's watching TV and praying there's no knock on the door
A patriot for his country, warnings that he chose to ignore

Smug politicians and movie stars all pose so tragically hip
Rearranging furniture on this sinking ship

No More Cops -
I dreamed last night No more cops
It felt alright No more cops
No need to fight No more cops

'Cause no one needs to steal
Everyone gets a meal
If it was only real
We'd need no more cops

I dreamed last night no police
An army-less world doomed to peace
And now as all my dreaming stops
I see it clear, we need no more cops

No need to fear
I'd want to cheer
And I wish you were here
Before my slumber stops

It seems to me
That if we're really free
We need no more cops

No Holy War No more God
No more rent No more deeds
No more money No more greed
No more hate No more fear

No one unhappy No one sad
No one ripped off No one mad
But I awake Here instead
I wish I had Stayed in bed

I'd stay asleep in the deep
And in my thoughts I'd keep
No more cops

When life gets mean
Share in the dream
Until you scream - no more cops
I dreamed late last night

No more cops
No more cops
No more cops

Long Day, Short Life -
Long day, short life
Wake up the kids, kiss your wife
Watch it go by so quick
No time to call in sick

Grow up fast and off to work
Surprised we don't all go berserk
Sweat it out in the day's sun
Time to reflect, you barely get none

Long day, short life
Wake up the kids, kiss your wife
Watch it all go by so quick
No time to call in sick

Out of it all, What'd you get?
A little time to hedge your bet
Drop dead in a ball of sweat
Work your ass to stay out of debt

What do you have to show?
Goes so quick yet the day is slow
Kids grow up and out the door
Stare at the wall and down at the floor

Long day, short life
Wake up the kids, kiss your wife
Were you free? Were you a slave?
Rush, rush, rush, to the grave

Now you get old and grey
Nobody listens to what you say
It seems as if you're just in the way
Find yourself counting the days

Long day short life...
Hope at least you still have a wife
Finally you've got nothing to prove...
Hope it doesn't hurt just to move

Long day short life
Wake up the kids, kiss your wife
Were you free? You were a slave
Rush, rush, rush, to the grave

Timmy Yo -
This is a song for one of the godfather's of punk
All the rock star bullshit he wasn't afraid to debunk
Labeled himself a musical commie
When in fact he was everyone's mommy

Gave the kids a good place to go
And the unheard of bands somewhere to show
Now he is dead for over five years
Where are all the tributes for all your careers

NOFX for years made their way
Laughing at what the political punks had to say
Taking the piss out of everyone's anger and passion
While being a shill for the warped sneaker tour fashion

Epitaph, you make us cry and laugh
As you kick back and rake in the cash
You're the chief magnate of the music money machine
Yeah and you could say you fucked up the scene

Raking in fucking millions in dough
What does the scene have to show?
Shrewd business men, you made your big score
For the bands charging thirty dollars at the door

Well you fat cats slap yourselves on the back
Your greed and piggishness are documented facts
You all think you're special and swell
Real punks everywhere hope you burn in hell

So this song is for you Timmy you were true blue
You could see where it was going, you already new
Bad Religion hanging out with Britney Spears
Pink and Rancid helping each others careers

Sell yourself out for better distribution
It's an old line, a shitty solution
Now you're part of the music conglomeration
Selling your punk attitudes to the whole nation

So I am sorry if it all doesn't mean shit to me
This music was supposed to set us free
Not to buy houses up in the Hollywood Hills
All you beautiful so talented people give me the chills

Nazi's Shouldn't Drive -
They shouldn't be driving day or night
They can't think left, they can only think right
The sun reflects off their bald head
Like Ian Stuart they're going to wind up dead
Nazis... shouldn't drive (their cars)

They should've paid attention in driver's ed
Instead of hating foreigners, queers and reds
Keep your eyes on the highway you loser thug
Now you're squished on the highway like a bug

Ian, Ian, King of the Pit, no friend to you or me
Aaaaaaaaaaah! Watch out for that tree!

Sick Of It -
Man oh man that's right I'm sick of it
Sick of everybody and sick of their shit

Sick of my TV set telling me what to do
Pretty empty faces all smiling right at you
Sick of Blink 182 and their goofy hijinx
Sick of their poppy music that really stinks
I'm sick of all the rappers and all their bling bling
Hyped out fake anger they rhyme and sing
Sick of Classic Rock that's as old as dirt
And old rock stars that look really burnt

Sick of George Bush that republican fat ass
Always talking war and tax cuts for the upper class
Sick of Bill O'Reilly and his spin free zone
All right wing propaganda laced in self-righteous tones
Sick of all the yuppies in their SUV's
How their selfishness affects you and me
Sick of how this country is turning out
Greediness and self interest is what it's all about

Sick of George Clooney and the Hollywood jet set
Nicole Kidman so fucking good looking she never breaks a sweat
Sick of all the poseurs trying to make a scene
Sick of all us punk rock rockers, practicing looking mean

Sick of all you rednecks and your ugly stares
Tell you that you better beware
Yeah that's right, fucking sick of it
It's all truly, such a bunch a shit

Prick Faced Bastard -
There's a guy at my work Really hard to know
Gotta' put up with him Just to make your dough
He can only feel big When he puts you down
He thinks he's somebody In this nobody town

He's the king of chumpsville Really nothing special
Doesn't care if he's hated Wants you to get intimidated
Yells at you and me Says to go faster
When I know he is just A pricked faced bastard

Likes to tell me I'm so weird
As he says it I can smell his fear
Always tries to say things To put me down
I keep right on smiling While he keeps his frown

He's the king of chumpsville Really nothing special
Doesn't care if he's hated Wants you to get intimidated
Yells at me Says to go faster
When I know he is just A pricked faced bastard

It really seems I've known him all my years
He likes to think He's well geared
He's just a foreman Works hard for the master
We all know He's just a prick faced bastard

Another day on the job I see him and I smile
Just passing through He'll be gone in a while
Saying bye soon I'll walk right past you
Know you for what you are A lame ass prick faced bastard

He's a user and a liar An abuser for hire
Nothing but a bully People will get tired
He'll fade and be dated Too long overrated
We all know He's just a prick faced bastard

He's the king of chumpsville Really nothing special
Doesn't care if he's hated Wants you to get intimidated
Yells at me Says to go faster
When I know he is just A pricked faced bastard

Bush Parody Song -
Come and listen to my story 'bout a boy named Bush.
His IQ was zero and his head was up his tush.
He drank like a fish while he drove a car about.
But that didn't matter 'cuz his daddy bailed him out.
DUI, that is. Criminal record. Cover-up.

Well, the first thing you know little Georgie goes to Yale.
He can't spell his name but they never let him fail.
He spends all his time hangin' out with student folk.
And that's when he learns how to snort a line of coke.
Blow, that is. White gold. Nose candy.

The next thing you know there's a war in Vietnam.
Kin folks say, "George, stay at home with Mom."
Let the common people get maimed and scarred.
We'll buy you up a spot in the Texas National Guard.
Cush, that is. Country clubs. Nose candy.

Twenty years later George gets a little bored.
He trades in the booze, says that Jesus is his Lord.
He said, "Now the White House is the place I wanna' be.
" So he called his daddy's friends and they called the GOP.
Gun owners, that is. Falwell. Jesse Helms.

Come November 7, the election ran late.
Kin folks said "Jeb, give the boy your state!"
"Don't let those colored folks get anywhere near polls."
So they put up barricades so they couldn't punch their holes.
Chads, that is. Duval County. Miami-Dade.

Before the votes were counted all the five Supremes stepped in.
Told all the voters "Hey, we want our George to win."
"Stop counting votes!" was their solemn invocation.
And that's how little Georgie finally got his coronation.


Rigged, that is. Illegitimate. No moral authority. Y'all come vote now. Ya hear?

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