Misery, MO

from Decimation Days by Hot Cops!

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Forgetful colony
trenching the divide
I’ve been sleeping through
the American suicide

As steel disintegrates
Beneath this failed ascent
Is all that ties our lives
A fate left to lament?

Singing the Kaddish
Over Popper’s grave

What we owe each other
Is the same sanctuary
A culture of concern
one small divinity

But cruelty’s in the air
Our breaths are struggling
Are we in immolation
Or in mourning?

Sing, O Volunteers!
It's trouble that will save
We can be more than our years
Be brave!

Out of providence into history
Drunk and wanton on the shores of Tripoli
Seizing in the dark cheering in the light
Claiming it was our damn preemptive right
Claiming you are kind in your charity
deny memory and disparity
In your legacy what will you have sown?
A Misery M.O.?

What we owe each other
Is the same sanctuary
A culture of concern
One small divinity

I’m still struggling
but I’m not finished yet
I will not be buried
Beneath my own regret

Sing, O Volunteers!
It's trouble that will save
We can be more than our years
Be brave!

Out of providence into history
Drunk and wanton on the shores of Tripoli
Seizing in the dark cheering in the light
Claiming it was our damn preemptive right
Claiming you are kind in your charity
deny memory and disparity
In your legacy what will you have sown?
A Misery M.O.?

‘Cause everyone wants an anthem
But nobody wants a nation
And we will always spend a ransom
To fund some grand preoccupation

Oh everyone wants an anthem
But nobody wants a nation
We let the torch die on our brethren
While we’re away on some fucking vacation

In your legacy what will you have sown?
A Misery M.O.?

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from Decimation Days, released July 14, 2023

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