"Not Today"

What does the lottery, politics and religion all have in common?
They ALL reel us in to make us pay.
I say hey not today... I won't be suckered in that way...
I find it hard to think that I'll become their prey.

I have prayed, I have slaved, I have lived by other's ways
I had wondered where my soul would likely run.
Mostly days I'm ashames by the way things are today...
and mainly by the top three from above.

What a shame who's to blame in this God for sakin' game
I know I've had my back against the wall.
Don't know why but I've tried more than several dozen times
I can't remember when I once stood tall.

As I write, nice and polite... I hear the anger in my voice.
The visions in my mind reveal the past.
What's wrapped up tight and lit up bright that caught the corner of my eye...
showed me to a light that didn't last.

"Pawns We All Are"

I'm goin' out of my mind.
Jumpin' out of my skin.
What I'm leaving behind...
is the filth and the sin.
There's no need to pack.
No need to pray.
There's far too much crack
and too many gays.
Our future's been ruined by corrupted buffoons.
Political goons caused our doom and our gloom.
The rich at the top won't spread it around.
Recession is greed that destroys every town.
The simmering pot that's been left on the stove
Is long over cooked.
About to explode.
The lies and the ties of our criminal minds
Left us to fry without batting an eye.
There'll soon be a day when tomorrow won't come.
We've crowded our land.
We'll choke out the sun.
The future debate will be how long we wait.
We're living in fear and pressured by hate.
A new bag of tricks is soon to arrive.
It won't be the one that keeps us alive.
Pawns we all are in this chess game of life.
Some praise the King.
Some pray to Christ.
But the one's who don't know between wrong and what's right...
They'll sure be the one's who destroy all mankind.

-Joeylyrics

In my mind this girl did sink.
The problem is...
She liked to drink.
When she was straight she made me drool.
When on the booze she act the fool.
She chose her liquor over me.
It's why I had to set her free.
She made her mind up way too fast.
She found her love within a glass.
I'm upset, but I'll be fine.
She could have her beer and wine.
I know it's sad I loved her so.
It's the path she chose to go.
In a bar is where she's found.
She knows them all in every town.
She's the one who drinks the most.
Once she's lit her brain is toast.
When she starts she cannot stop.
She'll dry a bar of every drop.
When the day comes to an end.
She craves to do it all again.
The time had come to say goodbye.
Alcohol's the reason why.
She didn't care it made me frown.
She couldn't put the bottle down.

As our time grows near to our future fear, our Nation of corrupted Politicians and phony foot tappin' Presidents had dug us into a hole that not even a fuckin' miracle may pull us out of.
Predictions along with any thought to what might happen next had long been forgotten by those who only thought of lining their own bottomless pockets.
My prediction to our up-coming future depends upon what happens first.
Either the climate is going to change again to where our Modern Planet becomes unrecognizable to the Modern Day Moron with no morals... or some Alien Spaceship the size of Rhode Island comes flying into town and somehow mysteriously crash lands into the heart of a day lit city that leaves the Government scrambling to think of yet another bull shit cover-up story to try and hide how we all came to get our precious up-dated technology toys in the first place.
If for some reason that does happen first, will all of those Religious nuts come to run wild and amuck turning themselves more into foolish Schmucks?
The Planet is a living organism and we are merely here just to multiply and occupy its space.
If the above two scenarios had failed to enter anyone's mind then they too must be living in their own Mansion right up the street from Shameful Hill.

I have a strong feeling that the up-coming elections are going to once again be fixed by the arrogant Illuminati's and a riot will likely be cleverly created by those who possess the ultimate power.
Their initial plan is to get us to go against each other so the world could finally be theirs while leaving us all in despair.
Or maybe George Bush will finally push our button of doom from the oil baring backyard of his mile long desert Mansion in Iraq in which Bin Laden had built just for him whenever he felt criminally ready to eliminate a Country that he wasted no time in destroying.
George Bush seems to me like the type of guy who wouldn't do the time for all of his mischievous crimes.
Our future looks real bright.
Good luck to us all.

-Joeylyrics

The clouds rolled in and covered the clear blue sky.
I was sitting on a park bench, my lady at my side.
The darker it got the closer it came.
We stood up to leave.
It started to rain.

Her hand in mine we ignored all the signs.
We trampled the tulips to shave off some time.
The cats weren't there, it was just raining dogs.
We were searching for shelter...
in the perennial down pour.

Clueless we were to how far the car.
We made the mistake and wondered too far.
Dripping from drops that showered our spot.
It forced us to flee and right from the start.

The faster we ran in search for dry land.
We both were soon soaked.
It's not what I planned.
It happened so fast as both of us gasped.
Soon after our scare...
we only could laugh.

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Edited by Joeylyrics at 10/23/2007 5:39 PM

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Edited by Joeylyrics at 10/23/2007 5:41 PM

"Perfect We're Not"
©2005 J.Buccellato

Say what you want to think, but refrain
from what you shouldn't say.
You may not know the facts, or see the light of day.
If you've witnessed some business that
didn't concern you...
Don't be compelled to dwell on its news.

Perfect we're not
we ALL have our flaws.
That is no excuse
for one to dig in their claws.
When one wants to try
while not knowing why
and it's not about them...
then there's no need to pry.

Those that thrive gossip are thrilled
when one falls.
They won't think to laugh
when it's them who hit the wall.
On going eye's will determine the lies.
If rumor does have it...
they'll be talked down in size.

Tricks are from trust
that gets wound in its lust.
Some play it cool.
Most eat the dust.
If a time ever comes
we could lower our guns.
Peace will be found.
At last.
For Everyone!

"Payin' The Minds"
©2002 Joe A. Buccellato


Open your eye's and see
what you don't see
that I can see.
It's no surprise to me
why nothing's fair
and nothing's free.
We spend our lives
payin' the minds
of those that will destroy us.
They want it all
from everyone
and still to them
it's not enough.

Some great Country this turned out to be.
What was once a great land
is being ruined by
greed and poverty.
Time after time there's more crime
and who do you think's to blame?
Everyone who's in charge
who don't care
and don't feel one ounce of shame.

Don't they see this is why
the crime rate's so high?
Most of us aint rich
so we do what must be done to survive.
Can't they see that we're all
getting tired of this?
We're living on change
while they all have our cash in their fists.

We're born to learn
and live by their rules.
It's hard to not feel hate.
The game they play will catch up with them...
to only put us ALL in checkmate!

"Subject To Change"
©2003 Joe A. Buccellato


Think of all the changes and the times
they've multiplied.
Our world keeps rearranging
right before our very eyes.
As population grows, more laws
come to effect.
No one really knows... it's just a guess
to what comes next?

The rat race just gets faster and the maze
is too damn small.
No one seems to realize
When there's a Rise...
There is a Fall.

How much higher can we go?
How much newer do we need?
I'm content for what we have.
Although there's so much more to see.

They'll be changes in the future, like there
has been in the past.
Some will be annoyed by them, and the rest...
will hope they last.

Life is a challenge for it is subject to change.
Everyone who falls behind will be lost
within the maze.
If we stayed with the times and continued its flow...
We would leave the door open to all that is thrown!

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Edited by Joeylyrics at 07/05/2007 3:52 PM

"Long Before Sam"
By: Joe A. Buccellato

When I inhale Mother Nature
I feel closer to God.
The right should be mine
to smoke her plant from my yard.
Time after time it broadens my mind.
If it helps me unwind.
What's the real crime?

What's so wrong about smoking Marijuana?
It's the only drug out there
that's actually pretty good for ya'.
It's been prescribed to patients
with cataracts and cancer.
Unlike alcohol...
It's a mellowness enhancer.

The only problem with it
is it grows out from the ground.
The Government can't profit from it
so they rule it out of bounds.
But behind the shady doors of those
enforcing this law...
No one's really sure
on what they're banning it for?

If they made an attempt to legalize hemp...
half the world would rejoice
once this law is exempt.
The truth will be told
when the story unfolds.
I will behold, when it's legally sold.

Although it's been around
long before Sam.
No one had the right
to ban it from the land.
It saddens me to see
that greed had beaten weed.
I'll surely plant a seed...
if ever finally freed.

Talking about Jesus can become a difficult topic, but let's just take a moment to grasp what we already know.
Not only was he a nice, gentle good hearted man who was denied of the peace he had found, but he had also shared a weakness for not defending his own ground.
Nowadays, in the times of today, the sinful minds who control his religion use his fear instead of his love to rob you of what he no longer needs.

The story of the bible is a great story, I had once believed it like I did with Santa Clause.
But like all stories that we've missed from the beginning, only this one will keep us ALL guessing right up until the end.

What would you have to say when it was your time to confess?
Would you even bother wasting your breath considering you already know where you're headed?
Religion is only a strategic move that is continually used within this chess game of life.

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Edited by Joeylyrics at 03/30/2007 7:51 PM

"WHEN GEORGE WON AGAIN"
©2004 Joe Anthony Buccellato


I'd like to see Bush get off his damn tush
and do something good from the throne that he's perched.
It's easy to see that he's all about greed
when he favors the rich and neglects those in need.

But he's got a plan that defends Afghanistan.
His pawns slowly perish across the Iraqi land.
Everyone knows that he's friends with our foes
as he steps on our toes so his oil can flow.

Oil it is that runs through his veins.
Bin Laden's still breathing after crashing our planes.
Why did Bush slack when we were under attack?
If he's NOT smoking crack...
he must've had someone's back.

That movie by Moore should not be ignored.
When George won again my jaw dropped to the floor.
Oh what a sin again he did win.
If you thought your vote mattered...
have them count it again.

With all due respect we need to elect
a man with a plan we won't think to reject.
Politics are absurd like turd from a herd
it's the crap which they speak that makes me not trust a word.

So I said what I said 'cause Uncle Sam's not my friend.
For he thinks of HIMSELF and all the rules he could bend.
As I wonder why the laws for HIM don't apply.
He won't think to cry while he's watching us die.