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give it up for workin stiffs
and those who sell their bodies,time and future the popular people who can shout and spread a catchy rationalization lets give a cheer for androids, robots, servants and their masters "blind leading the blind" and "slavery is freedom" starts to resound everyone knew madison she came to hollywood a couple buttons short couldnt keep her story straight she had a drawer full of poisons, punctures, pictures of victims of course someone asks are they still victims if they never realize it? go ask a PA minor breathing blackness smoking 3 pack camels loyal americans who love their collar colored for 40 hours a spade is still a spade, a collar is still a collar whether it be blue or white its still around your neck, the silk leash nice and tight your wife helped pick it out the irony is that your worked 3 hours for it you wish you could ignore it you're a hooker. start to realize its true they sniff their coke you huff your glue pimps and prostitutes buisnessmen in monkey suits on their knees licking corporate boots suckin up jumping through hoops pimps and wall street ho's work the street in business clothes blows jobs, rimming, sucking cock, they're getting laid while you're getting laid off. |
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All of me
Why not take all of me Can't you see I'm no good without you Take these arms I want to lose them Take these lips I'll never use them Your goodbye Left me with eyes that cry How can I go on dear without you You took the best So why not take the rest Why not take all of me You took the part That once was my heart Why not take all of me |
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| 2:19 |
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Want to fuck off, drop out
Never trust a fuckin' hippie For that matter don't trust anyone Quit school, don't work Livin' up the music you punk If I could do it so could anyone Drugs are good They make you do things that you know you not should And when you do them people think that you're cool And when you do them people think that you're cool Want to join a punk band Shave your head and get a tattoo You don't need talent just the attitude Self destruction For no particular reason beat up everyone Drugs are neat And you can buy them relatively cheap And when you do them people think that you're cool And when you do them people think that you're cool |
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I will never feel the ribbon break
I will never taste sweet victory I dont wanna leave the rest behind I dont want enscription on a plaque never first or 2nd place, I will never run your rat race I will always be lower than you I wont be your competition, the lowest totem pole position is where I'd rather stay than be like you I dont feel the animal instinct I am not on top of the food chain the only battle I will fiercely fight is one that hibernates inside my head be the best, climb the ladder, do it better, harder, faster I refuse to participate if I go up, it will be slow, I'll bring in every one I know stoppin on the 6th or 7th rung on a pedistal, isnt the view great? you better watch your step, 'cause its a nasty fall when theres noone to catch you when you call... on a pedistal, isnt the view great? you better watch your step, 'cause its a nasty fall when theres noone to catch you when you call... |
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Rip them down
Hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull my trigger I am bigger than Rip them down Hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull my trigger I'm bigger than Mr. Prez in his big white house Listen he sez we're coming out Infiltration, we're numbing your minds Concentration, we've done time Rip them down Hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull my trigger I am bigger than Rip them down Hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull my trigger I'm bigger and never step down |
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| 2:07 |
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One source of energy the ultimate discovery
Electric blue for me never more to be free Electricity nuclear and H.E.P. Carbon fuels from the sea wasted electricity One source of energy electricity All we need to live today a gift for man to throw Away, the chance is nearly gone The alternative is one final source of energy Solar electricity |
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| 3:03 |
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I wish I could go so far away Where time moves too slow day after day I'll wait and I'll sit and watch the clouds As they go by. I have a sensation where lazyness, Procrastination is what I do best I'll wait and I'll sit and watch the clouds As they go by. Where has my ambition gone I haven't seen it for so long Am I a burden to someone? I am so tired of everything All my desire is vanishing. |
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| 3:00 |
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Call it libertarian 'cos we do as we please
don't need fear of force to foster no morality morals are a substitute concern in someone's ear They're basically a by-product of home, I think it clear The plan, the plan It's nothing like the bible, there's no lesson to be learned It ain't the 10 commandments, 'cause nothing's written in stone It has to do with freedom and personal liberty I don't fuck with you, don't fuck with me The blueprints of a better world were printed on a postage stamp No one bothered to read the front stick out their tongue to lick the back The plan, the plan If you're not part of the cure, you're part of the disease father time will tell us who concedes The blueprints of a better world disguised, getting revealed as fortunes Ten thousand chinese restaurant customers prefer not to read and when they're done don't think, just leaving (might be "eating") a turning point we call the plan. |
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| 1:39 |
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Timmy the Turtle
Ya know he was Tim Timmy the Turtle He sang for The Grim Timmy the Turtle Ya know he was Tim Timmy the Turtle Timmy the Turtle Ya know he was Tim Timmy the Turtle He sang for The Grim Timmy the Turtle Ya know he was Tim Timmy the Turtle Too slow He sat in turtle goo Timmy the Turtle He's givin 'em hell Timmy the Turtle He's out of his shell Timmy the Turtle He's givin' 'em hell He's Timmy the Turtle Timmy the Turtle He's givin' 'em hell Timmy the Turtle He's out of his shell Timmy the Turtle He's givin' 'em hell Timmy the Turtle Too slow He sat in turtle goo |
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Am I supposed to do
Things right? NO I don't have the time This is how I live my life I haven't got much pride And it's ok if I live like A slob cause this is my Life, and I will waste It if I want, "A wasted Life ain't no crime" |
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| 0:32 |
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She got lips like stereo,
With the bass and treble down. She's got tits like microwaves Burritos that explode. What I wouldn't give to see her pee... Betweem 2 parked cars, On a well lit street, 5th and Main. |
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| 13. |
| 1:38 |
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Zyclone B Bathouse a perfect place
For cleansing ethnically Train ride provided, although the fare Only sports the under class As the train goes by, they'll turn away Only Doppler is affected not their hearts With a "Better them than me" and a "Better off this way" Ronald McDonald - paint a happy face on a McMurderer Same train same station, this time the cars are coporate not fascist state What is life quality or quantity? Since when does that get decided by majority? And who's more decent one man or a dozen men? (Answer: one man) |
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| 14. |
| 1:32 |
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I got something to say
I killed your baby today And it doesn't matter much to me As long as it's dead Well I got something to say I raped your mother today And it doesn't matter much to me As long as she spread Sweet lovely death I am waiting for your breath Let me take one last caress Go Sweet lovely death I am waiting for your breath Come sweet death, one last caress Well, I got something to say I killed your baby today And it doesn't matter much to me As long as it's dead Sweet lovely death I am waiting for your breath Let me take one last caress One last caress, sweet death One last caress, sweet death |
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Too many words on the the tip of my tongue and I can never figure out When to speak when to shout when to shut up When to knock myself out I need a brainwash Gray-matter bath I need the clutter all Thrown in the trash I need a brain wash, cause I'm a loon So could ya please throw my head in a tub? I could really use a cereberal scrub Wash away what I know It's an overrated frontal lobe Expensive thrills sexual perversity are always filling my mind Mixed with guilt Cause of bombs over dresden Are kinda bringing me down I need a brainwash Gray-matter bath I need the clutter all Thrown in the trash I need a brain wash, cause I'm a loon Cause Im a psycho-babble brain A real life looney toon A mixed up maniac, Im certifyable So put me in a room right next to Nicholson And give me thorazine Cause all I wanna do Is sing traditional songs But I like to sing in minor technologies Not making sense So could you please throw my head in a tub I could really use a cereberal scrub Wash away all I know It's an over rated frontal lobe |
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| 17. |
| 2:44 |
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Hollywood is a breeding ground for assholes Egos get as big, as Billy Corgans (THAT'S BIG!) Skinny girl, eat some more food! Muscleman, you look like a fucking freak! Hollywood is a nice place for the weekend Not a place, for a nice person to live (I DO!) Movie star, no one likes you How d'ya learn, to be so fucking mean? Take me home (TO) sweet West bay Big women (Ooo) Stinky's peepshow This Thursday (YEAH) Glamour pussy and some New York band Let's go (LET'S GO!) Los Angeles, ??????"BER ALLES Or at least, that's what they like to believe Take me home (TO) sweet West bay Big women (Ooo) Stinkey's peepshow This Thursday (YEAH) Boobzilla flattens out Dick Tokyo Let's go (LET'S GO!) |
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Starry starry night paint your palette blue and gray look out
On a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my Soul shadows on the hills sketch the trees and Daffodils catch the breeze and the winter chills in Colors on the snowy linen land Now I understand what you tried to say to me and how you Suffered for your sanity and how you tried to set them Free they would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry starry night portraits hung in empty halls frameless Heads in nameless walls with eyes that watch the world And can't forget like the strangers that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes the silver thorn a bloody Rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I know what you tried to say to me and how you Suffered for your sanity and how you tried to set them free They would not listen they're not listening still perhaps They never will For they could not love you but still your love was true and When no hope was left inside on that starry starry Night you took your life as lovers often do But I could've told you, Vincent This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you |
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One time weekly rate 12 by 12 foot room Strapped down to the bed Now pump up the valium My mind is wide asleep My conscience deep awake The promises I keep Are not the ones I make I count the caustic causes I lost count of regrets A surplus of good intentions Don't provide me with content All I want is just a little content One time monthly rate Still no breathing room Pressure's building up So pump up the valium I choose the beaten path I've been to where it leads Why I keep coming back A mystery to me I found what I've been seeking It's too late for me to care My aspiration's leaking From a hole I can't repair Maybe I just don't want it repaired |
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| 2:57 |
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Martian men are coming to earth
they're abducting all of the jerks, Martian men are coming to earth Martian men, don't take me Pods are landing from outer space Pods are duplicating my face Pods are landing from outer space Pods they leave me alone I don't know what conventions you go to I don't know what movies you've seen I don't wanna hear explainations of unexplainable things. It's not that I don't belive in aliens It's just, I really dont care. I wouldn't mind some interplanetary freinds until they come I'll hang in my own hemisphere Holy ghost is coming to Earth Saving souls of all of the jerks The holy ghost is coming to earth Savior man don't save me The number 1 son is flippin the tab payin for sins and under your hat the number 2 son is flippin the bill let me chip in for the tip I dont understand why you beg for forgiveness Just b4 you do it again Is it more altruistic to worship or actually help fellow man? Its not that I don't belive in Jesus Christ Its just I care about other things the world could certianly use some miracles, until then I'll put my faith in human beings. |
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| 1:41 |
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Got in the water,
Got in the lead, Got in your head, They're all dead. Thalidomide child, Thalidomide child, Thalid-thalidomide child. How long it took, The sleeping pills, They didnt know, That it would kill. Thalidomide child, Thalidomide child, Thalid-thalidomide child. When you're born, Try to hide, It'll get you, Thalidomide. Thalidomide child, Thalidomide child, Thalid-thalidomide child. How long it took, The sleeping pills, They didnt know, That it would kill, When you're born, Try to hide, It'll get you, Thalidomide. Thalidomide child, Thalidomide child, Thalid-thalidomide child. |
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| 0:21 |
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juice head. juice head. juice head. juice head. juice head. juice head.
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| 1:20 |
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all we need, a little methanphetamens. three on speed. a little subversality.
what we do, is nothing you know about. who are you? definently not one of us. all we need is a little pick me up. i don't really care is its clean or if its cut. so give it to me now or you're gonna bring us down, yeah hey. give me some skin, yeah. who are them? they don't know shit about us. different strokes, because we wanna live our lives faster. gonna burn the candle down at all three ends. live fast, die fun. all we need is a little pick me up. i don't really care is its clean or if its cut. so give it to me now or you're gonna bring us down, yeah hey. wahoo! hot damn! |
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| 0:32 |
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Talking bout your mom......
Talking bout your mom...... Talking bout your mom...... Talking bout your mom...... She's a whore bitch gluttor slut Likes to shove me up her butt Drives a pickle wearing combat Boots while farting, she'll pick me Up and give me a ride and Drop me in front of the show Oh no talking bout your mom |
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| 1:30 |
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hangin' out in long beach. a lil' party in the sun, but ya just can't sit there smoking and drinking anymore. you got a new jive. all your friends are getting weird. ahhh! it goes, "you ain't a shakin till the shit shot. shoot it up. no one jammin' til the gin juice jigger jets. they say it ain't a party til the party enema, the party enema. you get a funnel tube, pour in a 40 oz. pull down your clothes, touch your toes. get a hose, hold your nose. its a party hat. forget the beer bong. forget the nitrous shots. it goes "you ain't a shakin till the shit shot. shoot it up. no one jammin' til the gin juice jigger jets. they say it ain't a party til the party enema, the party enema. the party enema, the party enema. the party enema, the party enema.
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what i scream about, can't get the stink out. catch it on my tongue, save it in my lung. fucking vegans smoking, keep us all choking. big round of applause for california laws. act like human beings instead of europeans. i was a singer/dancer, now i got lung cancer (ahhhhhh). can't get the stink out. can't get the stink out. can't get the stink out. can't get the stink out.
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i'm overhung, overslept. i'm ripe, desheveld, perfectly unkempt. i like my drink mit toast and eggs. the best bloody mary you've ever tasted. go to work wasted. go to work bombed. ya gotta pull a shot before you start the job. i wanna operate heavy machinery. i wanna watch online pornography. you gotta go to work high if you're getting paid low. you gotta put your nose to the grindstone, stoned. that elbow grease will get you fucked. you don't wanna be a jerk or smuck. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
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we never like to sing whoa's. we love whoa's. we're against whoa's. we hate whoa's. we prefer ahhhhh's and na na na na-na na's. of course yeah, yeah, yeah's are alright. between AFI and The Offspring i don't think we need anyone else to sing anymore whoa's. we hate whoa's. we're against whoa's. we hate whoa's. awwww.
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look at me now. full on the run. i can't stop myself from crashing. breaking grass, bumming a yard. fixing stuff that was never broken. pulling out all the stops. i'm gonna puck on the cops. i'm telling the kids, punk rocks. i'm gonna puke on cops. gimme a side of airplane noise or a half a glass of our resistance. add a dash of disobedient public nusant, richtor riot. pulling out all the stops. i'm gonna puck on the cops. i'm telling the kids, punk rocks. i'm gonna puke on cops.
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1, 2, 1, 2, 3. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. my blatter works! i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta pee. call 911 i gotta pee. i gotta pee. i gotta poop.
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You better watch out you better not cry You better put out records D.I.Y. Cause it's not what you've done it's what you've been If you fuck up I'm telling Tim Take you out of book your own life part six You won't play again at abc You're gonna get ostracized like Lawrence When I tell Tim I'm telling Tim I'm telling Tim I'm telling Tim |
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Heard it first from Reagan youth,
Dead Kennedys and D.I. too. Wanna burn the effigie, From DRI to MDC. Guess what nostalgia sucks, But I miss the days of Reagan punk. We all shared the same enemy, From CFA to Shattered Faith. Heard it first from Reagan youth, Dead Kennedys and D.I. too. Wanna burn, the effigie, From DRI to MDC. Guess what nostalgia sucks, But I miss songs about Reagan sucks. We all shared the same memory, From DRI to MDC. |
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See a guy ??? ???
???? ??? your dad ???? ???? ??? he's just a posuer ??? ??? and well ???? ???? ??? na na na na na he's just a posuer he's just a posuer yeah yeah he's just a posuer he's just a posuer |
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They're always doin' fry
They try to get me high I felt the pressure, but I never did They used to call me dude They put it in my food I never wanted to when I was a kid (go!) I've got no septicals From eating egg rolls They took my squirt gun and made it a bong My teacher smelled my clothes They think I'm one of those My mom's from Utopia, my dad's Tommy Chong My sister's name Is Mary-Jane And mine's Bud, mine's Bud |
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| 20. |
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Turn this place
Into a fuckin' den! |
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| 21. |
| 0:56 |
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| 22. |
| 0:43 |
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I wanna see the constitution burn
Wanna watch the white house overturn Wanna witness some blue blood bleed red I wanna tar and lynch the KKK I wanna pull and shoot the NRA I wanna pay the lobbyists to kill themselves I wanna dose the DEA I wanna join the CIA (not really) It just seems so fucking easy to make this Country a better place to live. Illegalize guns and lobbying (Jail murderers and extortionists)... Legalize drugs and prostitution (Free salesmen and saleswomen)... Murder the government Murder the government Murder the government And then do it again yeah Murder the government Murder the government Murder the government and then Murder the government |
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Got a no string guitar
Got a sun bathed head I'm a rock n' roll star I ain't no musician Some things are stranger than fishin' Know how to beat on a drum Know how to sing out of key Got some prescription drugs I ain't no musician Some things are stranger then fishin' Yeah I know what I am chop up another gram Some of us have all the luck No matter how much we fucking suck |
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Eric Melvin took PCP one night in Hollywood.
It was pretty funny He kept saying "Help Me" Over and over again. Then he started puking That was cool. Then he passed out That was boring. Oh well |
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You are a hippie,
You smell like skunk, I'm your arch-enemy, A middle class punk. Get out, Get a life, Get a job, Everyone's smoking grass, Everyone is an ass. Can't you afford to cut your hair? Cause Frank and I will cut it off for free. Never trust a hippie, They'll sell you bad drugs. |
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