Resign, resign, resign, resign Nobody likes your ugly face Resign, resign, resign, resign You’re nothing but a big disgrace Resign, resign, resign, resign This place gets worse day by day Resign, resign, resign, resign We’re not gonna take it, no way, no way We knew you were trouble from the very first day We should have known that you’d just make us pay and pay I want to see your head on top of a wrought iron gate I want to see your body become desiccated Resign, resign, resign, resign You’re not the kind of person who’s fit to rule Resign, resign, resign, resign Not a soul on this whole island thinks that you are cool Resign, resign, resign, resign If you don’t get out then it’s mutiny ahoy! Resign, resign, resign, resign I’d rather that they brought back good ol’ Danny boy We knew you were trouble from the very first day We should have known that you’d just make us pay and pay I want to see your head on top of a wrought iron gate I want to see your body become desiccated Resign, resign, resign, resign Resign, resign, resign, resign Resign, resign, resign, resign Resign, resign, resign, resign

7:00 AM gotta start a new semester Back to school I go to get a degree Get the list of all books I’m gonna need Fuck sakes all this shit should be free I’m used to paying ridiculous prices But now what I’ve got to give out is insane 100, 300, 500 dollars For text books I need to get a passing grade Fuck the book tax Fuck the book tax Half the people here can hardly read Fuck the book tax Fuck the book tax You’re making it worse for them and me Fuck the book tax Fuck the book tax Contributing to our poor literacy Fuck the book tax Fuck the book tax It’s a basic right that should be free You put a tax on everything we do You’re stealing the money right out of our hands I hope it’s worth all the broken promises You said you’d bring to Newfoundland I can’t even afford the newspaper Or the Sears catalog I use to wipe my ass Tax Coffee News too while you’re at it Just piling on tax after tax Why the hell even bother going to college? Pay $40,000 to work at minimum wage Paying other people to get a job That’s what we do in this day in age I’m so far in the hole I can’t see the sun Drowning in debt from the first week of school The book tax sent me over the limit A punishment unusual and cruel Fuck the book tax Fuck the book tax Half the people here can hardly read Fuck the book tax Fuck the book tax You’re making it worse for them and me Fuck the book tax Fuck the book tax Contributing to our poor literacy Fuck the book tax Fuck the book tax It’s a basic right that should be free Fuck the book tax Fuck the book tax Half the people here can hardly read Fuck the book tax Fuck the book tax You’re making it worse for them and me Fuck the book tax Fuck the book tax Contributing to our poor literacy Fuck the book tax Fuck the book tax It’s a basic right that should be free

When I turned fifteen mom and dad said get a job Get the fuck up off the couch and do what we say When I graduated high school my teachers said get a job Get the fuck into a college and just do what we say When I graduated college the government said get a job You’ve got a degree so you gotta do what we say But I worked my whole life and now I live in St. John’s And I can’t buy any smokes ‘cause I ain’t got a job How can I afford to get drunk every night To think about the joke that is my adult life Spare a dime? Can’t get enough change to buy a bag of chips I’m starving for a beer can you give me a little sip? Spare a dime? Got a student loan debt hanging over my head Gas prices are so high that I can’t even get road head Spare a dime? I want to go outside and find someone to bum a dart But I can’t even pay my light bill and I lives in the dark I would hand out resumes but I don’t have a printer Gotta handwrite that shit on sheets of loose leaf paper I’ve pawned just about everything I’ve ever owned Given everything but my guitar to the by’s up at Traders Guess that I could go downtown and busk on a street corner But playing punk rock for money is the last thing I want to do So I could sell out and play “Wagon Wheel” to all the passers by Here’s a little ditty I wrote called “Free Bird Part 2” How can I afford to get drunk every night To think about the joke that is my adult life Spare a dime? Can’t get enough change to buy a bag of chips I’m starving for a beer can you give me a little sip? Spare a dime? Got a student loan debt hanging over my head Gas prices are so high that I can’t even get road head Spare a dime? I want to go outside and find someone to bum a dart But I can’t even pay my light bill and I lives in the dark The economy’s gone tits up!

Gas is gone up, gas is gone up The price of crude oil is way too high Gas is gone up, gas is gone up If it gets any higher I’m going to cry Gas is gone up, gas is gone up Saudi Arabia loves this shit Gas is gone up, gas is gone up But Ultramar and Esso can suck my dick Going to have to buy a bike Can’t afford that, guess I’ll have to hike Don’t got enough change for the taxi fare You get what you paid for, buyer beware Gas is gone up, gas is gone up Irving hikes their charges high Gas is gone up, gas is gone up Shell ain’t letting any low payments fly Gas is gone up, gas is gone up Corporate fat cats rule the open road Gas is gone up, gas is gone up Corporate fat cats gonna own your soul Going to have to buy a bike Can’t afford that, guess I’ll have to hike Don’t got enough change for the taxi fare You get what you paid for, buyer beware Gas is gone up, gas is gone up Gonna have to stick it out on the DRL Gas is gone up, gas is gone up Fucking fucking fuck, this bus is literal Hell Gas is gone up, gas is gone up Sixty fucking dollars to fill up my tiny tank Gas is gone up, gas is gone up I wonder who’s fault it is our economy sank Going to have to buy a bike Can’t afford that, guess I’ll have to hike Don’t got enough change for the taxi fare You get what you paid for, buyer beware Gas is gone up, gas is gone up Gas is gone up, gas is gone up Gas is gone up, gas is gone up Gas is gone up, gas is gone up Gas is gone up, gas is gone up Gas is gone up, gas is gone up Gas is gone up, gas is gone up Gas is gone up, gas is gone up

By’s I’m friggin’ pissed here today Why should I listen to what he’s got to say? We all know that it’s gonna be lies Spewed from a mouth full of McDonald’s fries The two of them got their hands all over The keys to the island of Newfoundland And they’re gonna run this place into the ground Deeper than a drill in the oil sands Fuck the Premier and all his taxes Fuck the government as a whole Fuck everything that he ever said The entire populace has been cajoled Mister Premier you’re dead to me And to everybody else you’ve screwed the pooch I’m so depressed with all the taxes That all I want to do all day is drink hooch Get with the fucking program You lied straight to our faces Get with the fucking program You’re not in anyone’s good graces Get with the fucking program Revolution is all that’s left Get with the fucking program Of a heart you’re all bereft I want to buy a book but the price is too high I want to buy gas but the price is too high Can’t buy a Kit-Kat cause the price is too high Can’t even get high because the price is too high I’m only working for minimum wage Barely scraping buy at the rate that I’m paid And everything that our leaders do Just feels like a slap in my impoverished face Screaming about how mad this makes me Is all that I’ve got left in life If I didn’t have punk rock to save my soul Ten years ago is when I’d have died Hardcore is all that keeps me going The righteous anger directed up the hill Towards the man and woman who fucked us all You both make me want to kill Get with the fucking program You lied straight to our faces Get with the fucking program You’re not in anyone’s good graces Get with the fucking program Revolution is all that’s left Get with the fucking program Of a heart you’re both bereft

Fuck sakes I hit another one of these Fucking pits in the middle of the road I’ve never seen such pathetic streets as The ones in this shithole of a province Island of vehicular minefields Cause of death to every tire I’ve ever had My poor car suffers blow after blow It’s going to soon wind up a wreckage Bang, bang, bang, it’s in the crater again Holy shit this is like driving in Vietnam I feel like our infrastructure is crumbling Even more so than that of the United States Fix our god damned roads Fix our god damned roads Fix our god damned roads Fix our god damned roads Fix our god damned roads!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow I went to drive on the Trans Canada Highway At the end of December when it’s 20 below Strapped on my brand new winter tires When all of a sudden it started to snow I managed to make it all the way back home Before the blizzard got really bad But when I went to go back to town the next morning I realized just how much snow we’d had I opened the front door of my parent’s house And the snowfall was piled right up to my eyes Gonna take at least three hours to shovel my Way out of here before I can even drive I got through it and warmed up my car Then drove down the road towards the TCH Only to find that in the white out conditions Not a thing had been plowed since yesterday No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow I guess this was one thing they decided to cut In the Newfoundland Budget 2016 Plows aren’t deemed as a necessity For the island to function smooth and clean The snow on the highway is higher than my car I’m stranded ‘round the bay with nowhere to go I’m supposed to be at work by quarter to two And now I’m gonna have to call in sick, oh no Missed another day, that’s eight hours gone Docked $80 from next week’s check All because the plows didn’t run on time Jesus this province is turning into a wreck Then I heard on fadder’s radio this morning That the ambulances can’t even access St. John’s If buddy on board don’t get to the Health-Science It’s just as well to say that he’s gonna be gone Say goodbye to all semblance of decency If you can’t plow the roads we’re in a state of emergency Say goodbye to all semblance of decency If you can’t plow the roads we’re in a state of emergency

You sit atop your empire of fries Delivering garbage food to the citizenry Cheeseburgers are your weapon of choice Kingpin of the fast food industry With your money you have woven your way Into the inner workings of the government Your greasy fingerprints coat Confederation Building Where your opinions on taxation you intend to cement You are the puppeteer Pulling the marionette strings Watch the doll dance to the tune That the old witch sings You are the puppeteer Pulling the marionette strings Watch the doll dance to the tune That the old witch sings You are a hag wielding corruption Infecting the mind of the figurehead De facto, leading behind closed curtains The populace wishes that you were dead Bringing down sadness onto the downtrodden Crushing your boot-heels into the lower middle class I want to see your office go up in flames I want to see this dark age of misery pass You are the puppeteer Pulling the marionette strings Watch the doll dance to the tune That the old witch sings You are the puppeteer Pulling the marionette strings Watch the doll dance to the tune That the old witch sings Sever the rotten cord! Sever the cord!

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I was born to resist everything that you hold dear Money and power used to breed a state of fear I’ll burn the flag of anarchy and I won’t stop resisting I’ll use the power of hardcore to dismantle the system Resist! Resist! Resist! Bring down the corporations Resist! Resist! Resist! We’ve got to mutilate them Resist! Resist! Resist! Make this island its own nation Resist! Resist! Resist! Quit your occupation I was born with a wooden spoon in my hand Been beat down my whole life but now I’m taking a stand Gotta fight against the powers that be Gotta fight to keep this province as free as can be Although I take part in the very system I rail against I guarantee you that I despise it with the utmost confidence It’s not like I eat at McDonald’s every night I mean seriously, really, I don’t eat at McDonald’s every night! You gotta believe me! Resist! Resist! Resist! Bring down the corporations Resist! Resist! Resist! We’ve got to mutilate them Resist! Resist! Resist! Make this island our own nation Resist! Resist! Resist! Quit your occupation Molotov cocktail! Che Guevara is my spirit animal! Russia had it right all along! Viva la revolution!