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Track 5 from ChineSeXXX American Idolatry, the September 2008 euphoreador release. ChineSeXXX American Idolatry is a journey that touches on a multiplicity of subjects pertaining to modern civilizations and cultures as witnessed first hand while Josh Hinck lived in Beijing and Montreal, completing the album after moving back to Minneapolis. This album has a heavy emphasis on the lyrics and many of the songs are poetic tales of love, sex, unrequited love, prostitution, drugs, religion, modern living, consumerism and a myriad of other concepts.
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Lyrics
Kingdom of Wanton Shit
Been out to the places I deplore
Seen a little more of what I can’t stand
Been a man in high demand
By mainly fat chicks on this earth
Done nothing matterful since birth
But endless surmise to wander through
This brokenesque consumer dis
(precipice)
Filled with vinegar and piss
Many days gone too far
And death will be the best of loves
All my instinct fails me
Hear in this kingdom of wanton shit
On the left side
On the right side
Just douche bags
No one can confide
In the lamest use of what sentience brings
We speak of shit-fickle things
Are we mere chattel for prattle
When our lives are just bone rattle
Off from ourselves
places
we gave a damn
And truly thought for ourselves
Dark times ahead
In maturation bed
When we joyfully eat
All that we’re force fed
Think for a moment
Now silence your mind
Been out to the places I deplore
Seen a little more of what I can’t stand
Been a man in high demand
By mainly fat chicks on this earth
Done nothing matterful since birth
But endless surmise to wander through
This brokenesque consumer dis
(precipice)
Filled with vinegar and piss
Many days gone too far
And death will be the best of loves
All my instinct fails me
Hear in this kingdom of wanton shit
On the left side
On the right side
Just douche bags
No one can confide
In the lamest use of what sentience brings
We speak of shit-fickle things
Are we mere chattel for prattle
When our lives are just bone rattle
Off from ourselves
places
we gave a damn
And truly thought for ourselves
Dark times ahead
In maturation bed
When we joyfully eat
All that we’re force fed
Think for a moment
Now silence your mind
