Manifest Destiny

by Clawjob

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released 12 August 2008

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Clawjob was a concept-rock band that released two super fucking awesome albums that belong on every shelf in the galaxy. The members of Clawjob are now in Hex Map.

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Track Name: The Era of Good Feelings
Things weren't always this way.
Things weren't always great.
We used to dread waking up; now we anticipate
All the good tomorrow brings.
It's an era of good feelings.
Anything is possible.

It's a new century,
For the new pioneers.
New technology, and brand new ideas:
We can civilize the West,
We can do what we deem best...
Nothing can stop us now.
Track Name: Slice Me Up
Teeth are clamped down on the bullet.
Every nerve I have is hurting.
Pour ammonia on my open wound.
I can see streams of blood spurting.

I want to live to see another day;
This is the only way, so slice me up.

Put the scalpel through my filthy skin.
Pray to God for no infection.
Pull the musket ball from deep within
Shattered bones and torn intestines.

I want to live to see another day;
This is the only way, so slice me up.

Lying open, my senses reel:
When the body is stressed can the spirit transgress the wounds?
Flying over the battlefield,
Am I incorporeal, or is this how it feels to lose massive quantities of blood?

I want to live to see another day;
This is the only way, so slice me up.
Track Name: Ether Frolic
You are cordially invited to the ether frolic.
Please accept our invitation.
One bladder of sweet vitriol will be provided.
Please confirm your reservation.

There's nothing sinister:
Nitrous oxide will be administered
At the ether frolic.

Sophisticated gentlemen will be attending.
It's a group hallucination.
Experience the very height of modern science
With this wondrous inhalation.

Bring your shrewish wife.
Live the easy life at the ether frolic.

Come along on a journey to Byzantium,
In the nether regions of the cranium.
High above the pleasure dome of Xanadu,
Earthly worries softly drip away from you.

There's something that I couldn't help noticing:
When I cut myself I can't feel a thing.
The most wonderful sensation I'm experiencing:
When I cut myself I can't feel a thing.
Track Name: Diamond Hoax
Can you believe there are diamonds just waiting to be found?
And rubies and sapphires and emeralds, just sitting there on the ground?
Imagine all the money, pouring into your money bags.
Imagine all the money just waiting to be had.

Just waiting to be had.
You're waiting to be had.
You're waiting to be had.

Have you ever pondered what every lady wants from her man?
A shining symbol of commitment - a diamond upon her hand.
Imagine all the profit from infatuated lads.
Imagine all the riches, just waiting to be had.

Just waiting to be had.
You're waiting to be had.
You're waiting to be had.

Think about your grandkids. What a story you'll have to tell.
And when they inherit your business, there will always be more to sell.

There will always be more to sell.
There will always be more to sell.
There will always be more to sell.
Track Name: This Glorious System
Gather round, I've got something big to tell you:
Pretty soon we won't have to work outside all day,
We won't have to push our bodies to the breaking point just to get some honest pay.
It's the rage far across the sea in England.
I've been told that they only work ten hours per week.
For the rest of the time they get to just relax, go on holiday and lounge around at the beach.

So say goodbye to a day-to-day existence.
Say goodbye to wondering if the harvest is enough.
There's a better type of living in our future, and it's full of nicer stuff.
We can work, safely sheltered from the outside world,
With machines that each do as much as fifty men,
In a building built specifically to house them. All we have to do is push a button again and again.

We'll all get paid.

There are men who will oversee our actions.
They are hired supervisors of the factory.
They are kind and respectful of the workers, like a little family.
They won't push us harder than we think we ought to work,
Just to get a couple hundred extra units sent,
And our diligence will always be appreciated. All we have to do is pull a lever again and again.

We'll all get paid.
We won't be slaves.
No, we won't be slaves.

This is the end of our difficult existence.
Pretty soon everything is going to be okay.
We'll all eat lunch from a tray, let's go!
Track Name: Reservations
I grant that you may feel upset.
I can see contempt in your wild eyes.
But what's been taken must be kept,
And you will be swept from your violent lives.

I know it's for the best.
You'll keep a little west, and we'll take the rest.
Maybe I'm an optimist, or just a pacifist, but I insist.

We all deserve a place to call our home, even you.
So we've reserved a space where you can go.
You and everyone you know.

I admit you may feel pain, in an undeveloped way,
In your savage hearts.
But all across this fruited plain, great men will sow their grain,
As soon as you depart.

Surely in your current state, you can't appreciate
The offer on your plate.
I come to you with gift in hand:
Your own unspoiled land,
A place precisely planned.
I hear the soil's grand.

You see I understand that we all deserve a place to call our home.
Even you.
So we've reserved a space where you can go.
You and everyone you know.