Supper's Ready​!​!​!

by Chucks Nation

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released 01 January 2007

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Track Name: The Bellybutton Interference
Hey Chubby, supper's ready
Common and eat all you can till it's free
You gonna be fat in a couple of weeks
You gonna be food for a couple of freaks
Deporting all the meatballs
The gravy, the potatos
In a land full of nothing

Oh Mommy, you were so rightfull
But I should have stayed hidden in my hole
This place is not for easy frighten people (frighten people)
We must be blind to survive
I want to stay a big fat mole
Hibernating, caressing my swelled belly

" All you can eat"
These words are so sweet
It has to be universal
We must deport all the meatballs

Oh Mommy, you were so rightfull
But I should have stayed hidden in my hole
This place is not for easy frighten people (frighten people)
We must be blind to survive
I want to stay a big fat mole
Hibernating, caressing my swelled belly

Hey Chubby, supper's ready
Common and eat all you can till it's free
You gonna be fat in a couple of weeks
You gonna be food for a couple of freaks
(you gonna be the..)
..embodyment of every sins i hate (sins i hate)
Since you cannot control your growing needs, she said
(your growing needs she said)
I'll take some triple BigMacs with giant fries and coke (supersize me)
Your words cannot hurt me since i'm wearing this cloak

Oh Mommy, you were so rightfull
But I should have stayed hidden in my hole
This place is not for easy frighten people (frighten people)
We must be blind to survive
I want to stay a big fat mole
Hibernating, caressing my swelled belly

So save your prayers
For all those bastards
Who have this courage you tried so hard to teach me
I'm gonna hide here
For many long years
Darkness is sometimes more comforting than light
Track Name: Monkeys
I've done nothing to make this world a better place
Not even a little something,
Automation, a new age as come
We're living as rats in cages, running and doing nothing
Building a world with no need,

The human race, the monkey age
We're doing wars for peace
working for more money
selling our world to whoís gonna take it
Believing in nothing
Losing jobs to this machine, new system for our lazyness
How can we live without working,
computers, hail to the masters
Our souls to the loser Of this planet
whoís the winner now?
The creator or the ignorant?
no jobs the world lazyness is our loss
who will work , who will live

I've done nothing, weíve done nothing
Weíve got no more places to go
Track Name: Let Us Be Free
Let us be free
From the pain
From the hate
Is it so hard to compromise?
isn't it worth the sacrifice?
No you, won't consent
Repeating the same old rant
You prefer your vengeful god, easy solution to it all
Absolutes leading to war, Let us be free
Track Name: Chuck's Rage
Another fall at the edge of insanity (3x)
Another eagle
Grabbing me hard
Lifting me by the hair
Letting me perceive
The nature of it's lair
(it's supposed to be a nest but it's a metaphor!)

Another gun
in the hands of insanity
It will never betray me

There are people
I see monsters
There are cities
I see prisons
There are friends
I see traitors
There is you
I see you
So it's real
You're the truth
Track Name: Bad News
Sunrise approach again
This calm night will soon be damn
Those ideals are not the ones that we need to satisfy our greed

We are ambitious
You are courageous
We are the ultimate fighting team who'll always win.

Soon enough, all the deviants will be blasted off,
we'll be the masters of the sun

We know our ennemy
We sure know how to play
At this game that we called
Annihilation

For all the little brats
For all the biggests rats
Drill time, common
March and sing along:

Hands in hands, we will make the last call
Hands in hands, we will destroy them all
The peace will come when we'll be done
The kings are dead, hurray for the king
You were so damn right
But we have some bad news for peace
Track Name: Welcome To Winnersland
I'll get used to it
Get used to this great shit
I am now ready
For some big money
Greetings to you my friend
We'll take care of your brain
Welcome to Winnersland

I'll get used to it
Get used to this bullshit
My veins are ready
For some new ideals
Welcome to Winnersland
Here we seem so brilliant
It's Night of the living dead
Always playing in my head
Track Name: The Slaughter
Working 18 hours a day, to pay what you don't need
Another day seems like another year
No ascension, but self-destruction
Is it the quality or quantity? You're selling your mind

The slaughter, youíre feeling like dog,
The slaughter, at the end of itís leach
The slaughter, your doggies necklace,
makes you feel, like a stooge, is it what you need?

You donít think youíll ever see the day
The sun blows out, but you donít see
A life of donation for a career in stagnation
Is it the quality or quantity? youíre selling your life
Do you feel so high when itís question of your pride?
Do you feel so shy when itís question of your life?

Is there anybody, learning from his acts?
Or is it, just another fable
Growing up, in hysteria

Hating people, just like me
And your proud, of being what?
What you need, is what you wonít have
What you wish, is it what you need?

The slaughter, youíre feeling like dog
The slaughter, at the end of itís leach
The slaughter, your doggies necklace,
makes you feel, like a stooge, is it what you need?

You'll be haunted by your past,
soon enough it will determine your acts
Will you be able to live, with what you did, isnít so different
Than living as a slave, behind the backs of your beloved?
Working hard and working stiff,
that's what makes your bill grows up

No ascension but self-destruction
Is it the quality or quantity? Youíre selling your mind

The slaugther, the slaughter
The slaugther, The slaugther of your life won't makes you cry
Track Name: Mad
It's in the way all the time
I cannot be peacefully sane
It is poison for my poor eyes
A glittering gasoline can
Like a bumper who tries to kiss my ass
Like a non-stop same old song
It's just driving me mad

Why is it there right before me
Everytime i'm trying to see
Being alive is an option
That it doesn't seem to want to let me take
Like a taxi cab on hazards, in the middle of the street
It's just driving me mad

Like an old bitch who doesn't know where she's going
Like a dick or slut with a broken car on the highway
Like pedestrians in downtown walking on slow motion
Like all of you assholes with no goal in life but to drive me mad

Calm down, there is no need to explode
Breath out, you are suffocating, then
Breath in, some new oxygene
Fuck that, I don't agree with this shit
Fuck that, it is a pain in the ass
Always, burning my face
The sun's driving me mad

Hahahaha!
Track Name: T.S.O.T.
Why are you so afraid of thinking for yourself
Why do you lie down and cannot care
Can't you see this world...
...is yours to rape and yours to bleed
It's yours to shape and yours to lead

If you're counting on the wind to solve your problems
Sorry pal but nothing will change with a slight breeze
For the wind of change isn't some god's breath
It's someone's life, blood and sweat

The king is never more
Than the obediance of the simple-minded
Why is the keep now empty and powerless?
Because enough of us saw beneath the veil
And asked for what is ours

To be free from the shame of thought
To take responsibility for our actions
To be leaders of our world
Not followers of some delusions

It's yours to rape
It's yours to bleed
It's yours to shape
It's yours to lead
Track Name: The Awakening
Somewhere in the air
floats a strange looking guy who calls my name
since the day a walk I follow him like he is some jesus friend
I'm never sure what's coming next, I shut up and take it.
It's sleeping time now
After a hard day of extreme bowing
But my forehead's sweating
My brain is melting
The pain will not let myself rest a bit
It is said that my bed is cursed
God it hurts I am so sick
Going left but never right
In a hell that I build myself
Where prevail some mister Hide
Dr. Chuck is not at home
Leave your message after
I ripped your head off with an axe!
Exitential dumbshits for the slaves
This bloody mess runs right trough my veins
While the man is dreaming, the wolf is rising
I'm embracing it for the first time of my days
In my new existence i am
Gonna sleep again my friend
And i'll dream about those sins
Already tasted by me, the one and only lord of sanity
That's a royal bowl of shit
They are offering for free
Time to use my spoon to dig my own path, time to flee
I may return some day but for now on
I'm in a place i can rely on
Track Name: Unjustified
One could wonder how
An entire nation can, be cruel enough, to support a government
That imposed to the world, a twisted vision of democracy
Invaded a foreign country, for no legitimate reason
And ignored, humankind's, plea for, diplomacy

One could wonder how
A small group of people can,
be greedy enough, to sell their fellow men
Sacrificing thousands of them, to gain control of a territory
All disguised as a noble act, in the name of liberty
And peace, all blessed, by a just and loving, just and loving God

But the answers why are everywhere
There's a neverending flow of misinformation
Spreading fear in the media, as a daily mission
Building a entire nation of terrified individuals
Willing to believe anything, to secure their rituals

How do you justify? murder of helpless beings
when you claim to be helping?
The invasion of a country when elsewhere stands the ennemy?
How do you justify?all the good intentions
when you witness the social slavery of the nation?
God's blessing, when all you create is pain and suffering?
How do you justify all the lies when everything you stand for is crumbling before our eyes?
Track Name: Zombeef
A big bunch of zombeefs, praying for their sake
A little cup of fries, trying to stay French
Attacked by flies and billions of giant bugs
Food for their neighbor, French fries and zombie burgers

I don't know exactly why, but I still pray with them
I think we're afraid of the same old freaking end
Hard to believe, but we have a common goal
Don't be swallowed like French fries and zombie burgers

It's hard to fulfill a big head by such tiny ears
It's hard to grow some vegetables who don't stand your fertilizer
Some day we'll split out
But for now we're fighting hard the outsider
For now we're fighting hard the outsider
For now we fight

French fries and zombie burgers
If you think we're going down, you're dreaming all the way