Stack overflow And divide by zero

Живет на свете один хрен по прозванию Том Морелло. Распиздяй с университетским дипломом. Когда-то играл в rage against the machine, извлекая из своей гитары совершенно невообразимые и нечеловеческие звуки, за что был прозван Шуриком Козловым “гитарист и сорок педалистов”.
Так вот, кроме “рубки мяса” на электрогитаре, оказалось, что Морелло любит просто побренчать на акустике и спеть что-нить такое заковыристое вполне человеческим голосом. И к тому же, пишет абсолютно отпадные тексты.
Много английских букафф, очень интересных

One Man Revolution

On the streets of New York
The cabs don’t stop
On the street where I live
They called the cops
Found a noose in my garage
Now how ’bout that
So tonight I’m in the bushes
With a baseball bat

Cause I’m a one man
I’m a one man
I’m a one man revolution
I’m a one man
I’m a one man
I’m a one man revolution
The time is nigh
The day is dark
There’s only one solution
I’m a one man
I’m a one man
I’m a one man revolution

On the streets of Havana
I got hugged and kissed
At the Playboy Mansion
I wasn’t on the list
On the streets of Cape Town
Shit’s ready to blow
I don’t know how to get there
But I’m ready to go

Cause I’m a one man
I’m a one man
I’m a one man revolution
I’m a one man
I’m a one man
I’m a one man revolution
The time is nigh
The day is dark
There’s only one solution
I’m a one man
I’m a one man
I’m a one man revolution

Sacrifice and neon lights
Slaveships don’t wait
Love many, trust few
And don’t be late

In my nightmares
The streets are aflame
And in my dreams
It’s much the same
And on the streets of L.A.
They know my name
And if you’ve come this far mister
Maybe we’re one and the same

I’m a one man
I’m a one man
I’m a one man revolution
I’m a one man
I’m a one man
I’m a one man revolution
The time is nigh
The day is dark
There’s only one solution
I’m a one man
I’m a one man
I’m a one man revolution

The Road I Must Travel

Well I climbed the seven summits
And I swam the seven seas
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see
I fought in the jungles
And I fought in the streets
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see
Once I had a reason
Don’t know what it could be
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see
Well I sang to myself
That I want to be free
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see

I walked the empty desert
And I was burned in the heat
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see
I crossed the frozen wasteland
And in the bitter cold did freeze
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see
And I will knock on every door
For I do not have a key
And the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see
Well I sang to myself
That I want to be free
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see

They shot a man in Soho
Couldn’t guess his age
I found his empty journal
I filled up every page
I called up my state senator
They said he wasn’t there
The secretary took my name
And man she sounded scared
So I counted my misfortunes
I added up the blame
I picked through all the garbage
I checked off all the names
I read in the newspaper
They’d questioned all my friends
They hoped that they could find my ass
Before I struck again
Well I sang to myself
That I want to be free
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see

So when thirsty I will drink
When hungry I will steal
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see
So tonight I walk in anger
With worn shoes on my feet
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see
And I will sing to myself
That I’m gonna be free
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see

There’s a sign along the highway
But it’s too dark now to read

House Gone Up In Flames

It’s in the grain of the wood
It’s in the needle’s rust
It’s in the eagle’s claw
It’s in the eyes you trust
It’s in the jackal’s dreams
It’s in the sleet and the hail
It’s in the unmarked box
That came today in the mail
It’s in the dead man’s pocket
It’s in the child’s first sin
It’s in the Constitution
Written in very small print
It’s in Colin Powell’s lies
It’s in the shaman’s trance
It’s in the cellar waiting
And it’s in the best laid plans

We could cut and run
And take half the blame
Don’t stop now
That’s why we came
House gone up in flames

It’s in the National Anthem
It’s in the scurrying roach
It’s in the closed partition
‘Tween first class and coach
It’s in the relentless fever
It’s in the lonely room
It’s in the hands of fate
And it’s in the pharaoh’s tomb
It’s in the rich man’s dreams
It’s in the poor man’s hands
It’s in the body bags
Along the Rio Grande
It’s in the evening shade
It’s on the zealot’s tongue
It’s in the widow’s tears
And it’s in the miner’s lungs

We could cut and run
And take half the blame
Don’t stop now
That’s why we came
House gone up in flames

It’s in the moon’s dark spin
It’s in the cloudless sky
It was in St. Peter’s denial
That he’d thrice deny
It’s in the distant thunder
It’s in the whispered prayer
That they won’t find us hidden here
Beneath the stairs
So consider yourself lucky
And watch what you say
I got what I wanted
You might get the same
It’s in the bold print nailed
To the cathedral door
It’s in the black cold pressure
On the ocean floor

We could cut and run
And take half the blame
Don’t stop now
That’s why we came
House gone up in flames

Battle Hymns

Battle hymns for the broken
Battle hymns for the misled
Battle hymns for the wretched
The forgotten and the dead
Battle hymns of redemption
Of solidarity and pride
Battle hymns we will be singing
At the turning of the tide

Can you explain to the mothers
And the fathers of those
Who come riding home in coffins
In their military clothes
Shiny medals pinned
To their dead teenage chests
While the trumpets blare
And you lie your best
So ask all you want
From the dusk til the dawn
The answer’s still no
Cause brother I’m gone

Battle hymns for the broken
Battle hymns for the misled
Battle hymns for the wretched
The forgotten and the dead
Battle hymns of redemption
Of solidarity and pride
Battle hymns we will be singing
At the turning of the tide

Can you explain away the sleight of hand
And the criminality
Of spending souls for oil
Well in the mirror I can see
I am the path that leads down
I am a dark and bloody hall
I’m the reaper, executioner
Hangman, judge, and the law
So tie a yellow ribbon
Round the oak tree on the lawn
But the cavalry’s not comin’
Cause brother they’re gone

Battle hymns for the broken
Battle hymns for the misled
Battle hymns for the wretched
The forgotten and the dead
Battle hymns of redemption
Of solidarity and pride
Battle hymns we will be singing
At the turning of the tide

So I’m sharpening my shovel
I’m firing the kiln
I’m blind and I am purposeful
A martyr on the hill
The dream you might be dreaming
Might be someone else’s dream tonight
I’m the whisperer of misgivings
I’m the fading tail light
I’m the call for retribution
From the back of the smoke filled hall
I’m the vow of bitterness
I’m the poison in the well
I’ve a photographic memory
Of the deeds I will avenge
I’m the cold in the river hollow
I’ve a hatpin, I’ve a plan
I don’t care of cause or consequence
Head shaved and body lean
I’m the go-getter, the score settler
I’m the shadow on the green
There’s a flock of blackbirds flying
Nearly ten thousand strong
Who set off this morning
And brother they’re gone

Battle hymns for the broken
Battle hymns for the misled
Battle hymns for the wretched
The forgotten, for the dead
Battle hymns of redemption
Of solidarity and pride
Battle hymns we will be singing
At the turning of the tide

Maximum Firepower

This one’s for the shoeshine boy
And the farmer in debt
Each string is barbed wire
Each chord is a threat
This blues guy I met
That never had a hit
Said you don’t gotta be loud, son
To be heavy as shit
Well I’m the triggerman, baby
And tonight I’ll prove
That this machine here
Well it kills fascists too
And don’t be surprised
If the sermon on the mount
Next time is delivered
In a little coffee house
Cause somebody here’s
Gotta let them know
I doubt it’s me
But here I go
I hit the button
Tape started to roll
The song’s got fire
But it’s got no soul

There’s a lonely stretch of blacktop
Between here and home
Drop down into the valley
Piano playin’ in the living room
And when you see the white barn
You’ll know the journey’s through
My dog’s barking in the backseat
Cause he knows it too

You’ll need a fake passport
And fix your disguise
And don’t fire, sugar
Til you see the whites of their eyes
I turned the other cheek
But now I’m through
The skin you’re in
Makes choices for you
I was checking off names
And I came late to dinner

Seems the slices of pie
Keep getting thinner and thinner
Brothers and sisters
Rejoice and repent
The landlord’s dead
You can keep the rent
You got twelve fine friends
But one of ‘em’s rotten
There’s a hole out back
Ain’t got no bottom
Forty days in the wilderness
Forty sleepless nights
I’m confused, half blind
And sure I’m right

There’s a lonely stretch of blacktop
Between here and home
Drop down into the valley
Piano playin’ in the living room
And when you see the white barn
You’ll know the journey’s through
My dog’s barking in the backseat
Cause he knows it too

Officer please
I won’t be long
Called the radio station
Requested this song
I had my doubts
About what I knew
So I turned it up
Then it sounded true

Kiss the ring
If the Queen will let you
But come over the fence
And the dogs will get you
On a rope hung the traitor
On a hook hung the meat
You and me are missing persons
Til we’re counted in the streets
So seize the time
And storm the tower
And come correct
Maximum Firepower (continued)

With Maximum Firepower
For the sins of the fathers
The son he must pay

The Nightwatchman giveth
And he taketh away
Thought hard about this next line
Pretty sure it’s true
If you take a step towards freedom
It’ll take two steps towards you
So mister I ain’t scared
And mister I ain’t worried
Cause on that lonely stretch of blacktop
I sit as judge and jury

There’s a lonely stretch of blacktop
Between here and home
Drop down into the valley
Piano playin’ in the living room
And when you see the white barn
You know the journey’s through
My dog’s barking in the backseat
Cause he knows it too

The clock strikes the hour
Tonight we ride
You’ve got three more seconds
To choose sides

Until The End

No one knows who gave the orders
No one asks about the crime
No one looks behind the curtain
No one questions why
The only time we’ve got
Is right about now
I cross my heart
I take the vow

I’ll never turn
I’ll never bend
I’m with you now
Until the end

Tonight’s the test
Tonight’s the time
I am the punishment
That fits the crime
I’ll break the bricks
I’ll pick the locks
I don’t got nothin’
But I’ll give what I got

I’ll never turn
I’ll never bend
I’m with you now
Until the end

Ten trials whose outcomes
All fixed from the start
Nine judges sitting counting
Their money in the dark
Eight towers of iron
Surround the desert town
On a cold December morning
Seven martyrs knocked them down
Six fathers still waiting
For their six sons to come home
Five mothers who know better
And accept that they’re gone
Four years I’ve been hunted
Still I breathe free
Three times I shot the sheriff
And did not spare the deputy

Two prayers I’m praying
Until we’re together
One promise I’m keeping
Tonight and forever

I’ll never turn
I’ll never bend
I’m with you now
Until the end