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Kick back watch it crumble,
See the drowning, watch the fall I feel just terrible about it That's sarcasm, let it burn I'm gonna make a toast when it falls apart I'm gonna raise my glass above my heart Then someone shouts "That's what they get!" For all the the years of hit and run For all the piss broke band on VH1 Where did all their money go? Don't we all know Parasitic music industry As it destroys itself Well show then how it's supposed to be Music written from devotion Not ambition, not for fame Zero people are exploited There are no tricks up our sleeve Gonna fight against the mass appeal We're gonna kill the seven record deal Make records that have more Than one good song The dinosaurs will slowly die And I do believe no one will cry I'm just fucking glad I'm gonna be There to watch the fall Prehistoric music industry Three feet in la brea tar Extinction never felt so good If you think anyone will feel badly You are sadly mistaken The time has come for evolution Fuck collusion, kill the five Whatever happened to the handshake? Whatever happened to deals no-one would break? Whatever happened to integrity? It's still there it always was For playing music just because A million reasons why All dinosaurs will die All dinosaurs will die All dinosaurs will die All dinosaurs will die |
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| 2:06 |
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Possesions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy (Cause I got none) Well that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar And a dog named dog who pisses on my floor That's right, I've got a floor So what, so what, so what? I've got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes Where everything imporatnt to me just seems to fall right down my leg and on the floor My closest friend linoleum Linoleum Supports my head, gives me something to believe That's me on the beachside combing the sand Metal meter in my hand Sporting a pocket full of change That's me on the street with a violin under my chin Playing with a grin, singing gibberish That's me on the back of the bus That's me in the cell That's me inside your head That's me inside your head |
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| 2:03 |
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He spent 15 years
Getting loaded for 15 years Till his liver exploded Now what's Bob gonna do Now that he can't drink? The Doctor said: "What ya been thinking bout?" Bob said, "that's the point. I won't think bout nothing. Now I gotta do something else To pass the time Had someone shave his head He got a new identity 62 hole air cushioned boots And a girl who rides a scooter To take him out of town They would get away Running around And as the trucks drive by You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!" A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do When the doctor tells him to Quit your drinking, now's the time But will he ever walk the line? To all my friends I feel just great But will he ever walk the line? Kicking ass, and busting heads Red suspenders Once a day he shaves his head But will he ever walk the line? [Repeat: x2] Bob! |
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| 2:50 |
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[Father:] Hey Kids!
[Kids:] Hey Dad! [Father:] What'da want to do today? [Kids:] We don't know. [Father:] Wanna go to the matinee? [Kids:] NO! [Father:] Wanna go to the Amusement Park? [Kids:] NO! [Father:] Wanna go to the punk rock show? [Kids:] Yeah! Let's go to the punk rock show! Lost in a sea of combat boots, flush the bouncers with wasted youth When did punk rock become so safe? When did the scene become a joke? The kids who used to live for beer and speed now want their fries and coke Cursing and flipping birds are not allowed, in fact let's keep noise levels down Must separate the church and skate! Why don't we put pads on the kids? Helmets, head gear and mouth pieces! Then we could pad the floor and walls, put cameras inside bathroom stalls We make sure only nice bands play, make every show a matinee Teach kids to be all they can be, and we could sing my country tis of thee sweet land of liberty When did punk rock become so safe? I know it wasn't Duane or Fletcher, Who put up the barricades Like a stake in the heart, Somehow we got driven apart [solo] I want conflict! I want dissent! I want the scene to represent... Our hatred of authority, our fight against complacency stop singing songs about girls and love! You killed the owl! You freed the dove! confrontation and politics... Replaced with harmonies and shticks When did punk rock become so tame? These fucking bands all sound the same We want our fights we want our thugs! We want our burns we want our drugs! where is the violent apathy?! These fucking records are rated G! When did punk rock become so safe?! |
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| 0:45 |
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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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| 3:35 |
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How money polluted my mind
Dough, what our lives are lived for Rae, just a crazy Aussie Me, the generation forges on Fo, dder for corporations Sew, wing our lives together LA, such a nice place to get shot But don't forget the T it Follows liber in the Constitution Following the part about pursuit Of happiness the bi product Of colonial precious metal Mine extracts which Brings us back To dough Do do do do do do Do do do do do do Do do do do do do Today I saw a kid Torture a cat Too much leisure Teenage Norman Rockwell Paints it black! How, did the chain get started Mo, re is what everyone wants Ney, dy is what none of us are Co, operation died last night Rup, tured bleeding heart forsight Me, I'm just a loo So don't expect the best you won't be disappointed when you take A bite and watch the worm crawl back inside. listen to the Fairy tales of million dollar happiness, Los Angelistic lifestyle drinking Chardonnay over a lobster salad brunch Do do do do Do do do do Do do do do Do do do do The pursuit of million dollar happiness Happiness was killed we watched it bleed, some say it died from hate Some say from bleeding heart disease |
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| 2:25 |
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You know it when it's over
Doors are closing feel the Sober staring at you You better take One last good look One more round and It's bottles to the Ground smashing Of the glass what a supersonic sound You gotta pull the Plug when it's time To die bottles to The ground Theres a suitcase On the sidewalk There's a record in A milkcrate, she'll be Staying you'll be Trowing wiskey Over one lip One more round Then it's bottle To the ground Smasing of the Glass a perfect Imperfect sound You gotta pay the Piper when the rats Are gone whoa whoa All bottles To the ground |
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| 2:12 |
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It's so easy to defend the Status Quo
With everyone so cool and cynical But when you see the end don't justify the means It's just that 180 degrees The great thing about bein' a human The ability to reason But reasoning don't work when no one cares 2 parts apathy, one part despair Guess what, this might come as a surprise I'll no longer roll my eyes A change of heart to let the conscience breath One quick twist, just 180 degrees Yeah, I now know the right thing to do Yeah, anti tradition tried and true Yeah, a world where wrong has right of way Yeah, fuck that world, fuck that hierarchy Go ahead, work, waste your life away Fuck that world, go fuck that right away |
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| 1:20 |
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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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There's something wrong with the kids in my neighborhood they always
listen to moms they disregard civil disobedience they'd rather do what they're told they don't drink or fuck or fight they stay home, and read, expanding their minds there's something wrong with the kids in my cul de sac their always goin to church they dress well and they're speaking articulate they show each other respect they're never late, don't make or break rules they eat right, study hard they like schoolThere's something wrong |
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| 3:00 |
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reeko, try to understand, it really is that bad
it won't just go away, the party's over it's past two o'clock, so it's about time we stopped, 'cause I see the keg has been sucked dry the cisco was emptied into the aquarium where the fish all seem to play the ex lax lines the dog bowl the toilet's overflowed, we're had our fun so now there's nothing left to damage we got no place left to go mr. President please understand, it really is that bad it won't just go away, it's just beginning the ballots have been cast, we make like seaward rats leave this sinking ship, leave and not look back the things we never tried to disallow have come back to haunt us now with apple pie and Chevrolet we've come to see the end, we all made this bed now we got nowhere to lay, dies and gentlemen try to understand |
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| 2:23 |
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When I look 'round, I only see outta one eye
As the smoke surrounds my head, the sauna I hear the voices, but I can't make out their words Saying things, saying things that I got something sticking in my eye Got something sticking in my eye Got something sticking in my eye I feel unusual from thinking About the underground decay, God help me Kill beneath the camera, watch the world begin to cry It's not from pity, it comes from What's been sticking in my eye Got something sticking in my eye |
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| 1:53 |
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I'm not insane, I'm not bummed out I got no one to blame, nothing to change I got no evil to fight One thing's for sure, I'm all Outta angst Society don't bother me And there's something wrong with that So I'm off to Pakistan, learn the laws of islam Fundamentalism, forget that rock 'n' roll No cigarette, no drink, in fact It's difficult to think about getting laid When you don't even get to see her face I'm not insane I'm not insane, I'm not liquored I got nothin' to do, nothin' to lose I got no place to call home One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst Society don't bother me, there's something wrong with that Next step Mongolia Don't get to golf or fuck or bowl with 'ya Throw out that handicap No stepping out, till spring, in fact it's Difficult to sing when it's 20 below And that's during the day I'm not insane |
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| 2:05 |
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Breath ever soft
We wouldn't wanna break the eggs as we walk Never alone, cautious, afraid I hear the voice of reason on the p.a. Leave it alone, follow the grain We couldn't stop the irresistible force Leave it the same, change with the leaves Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the old Leave it alone DA NA NA NA NA NA NA Breath, ever so slight We couldn't take away your god given right Leave it alone, heel and stay Roll over and shake and beg for the bone Leave it alone DA NA NA NA NA NA NA |
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| 1:46 |
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Sometimes I think of all the places where I don't
wanna go Then I think of all the things that I don't wanna do And when I think of all the people that I don't wanna meet I close my eyes and go to sleep Tully, baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars I'm the prince of poverty hangin' out in bars Your life's a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel Your obviousness disgusts me I see thru your macho lies I'll fight everything you stand for There's something in your purse baby, my head is getting sore Maybe what we had was just green corn |
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| 2:05 |
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In the darkest tunnel it's nice to see a light
Not just a headlight Like the one that's heading right for me It would be nice if things could turn out right Turn out right yeah Don't think I'll ever see the day I must have done something wrong Or maybe pissed off god I think of chinese food when I think of life That's sweet and sour My life is sweet as saccharine You know 3 week old milk and grapes are not Not the same, no I am the one johnny carcinogen I must have fucked with some witch In turn she cursed me, cursed my life At the end of the longest line That's where I will always be If you need to find me, just go to The end of the longest line But officer that was a yellow light The light was red, son Insubordination, reckless driving I must be wrong, this can't be right I don't belong, this world is much to dangerous For someone lacking luck, like me At the end of the longest line That's where I will always be If you need to find me, just go to The end of the longest line At the end of the longest line That's where I will always be At the end of the longest line |
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| 1:40 |
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Im gonna tell you what I really think I like about Monday
Cause they fell like Saturdays When you dont have to go to work, every day is a holiday I wake up when I want to, I do anything I wanna do Cant wait for Tuesday I really dont like Fridays I cant do what I wanna do Sold out at the movies, cant eat at the restaurant Everybody wants to party, but the bars full of cigarette smoke I think Ill stay home, I think Ill wait for Monday I live a five day weekend, I gotta year long holiday Thanks god its Monday The only place I gotta be is the show or on the first tee Thank god its Monday Never mind aggravation, just give me modulation gimmie another key Ill tell you why I like Tuesdays, cause theyre kinda like Christmas Come to think about Wednesdays, are a little like Hanakah Thursdays thanksgiving, Im talking about good living I think Ill give thanx Thank god its Monday |
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| 3:23 |
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it's not the right time to be sober
now the idiots have taken over spreading like a social cancer, is there an answer? Mensa membership conceding tell me why and how are all the stupid people breeding Watson, it's really elementary the industrial revolution has flipped the bitch on evolution the benevolent and wise are being thwarted, ostracized, what a bummer the world keeps getting dumber insensitivity is standard and faith is being fancied over reason darwin's rollin over in his coffin the fittest are surviving much less often now everything seems to be reversing, and it's worsening someone flopped a steamer in the gene pool now angry mob mentality's no longer the exception, it's the rule and im startin to feel a lot like charlton heston stranded on a primate planet apes and orangutans that ran it to the ground with generals and the armies that obeyed them followers following fables philosophies that enable them to rule without regard there's no point for democracy when ignorance is celebrated political scientists get the same one vote as some Arkansas inbred majority rule, don't work in mental institutions sometimes the smallest softest voice carries the grand biggest solutions what are we left with? a nation of god-fearing pregnant nationalists who feel it's their duty to populate the homeland pass on traditions how to get ahead religions And prosperity via simpleton culture the idiots are takin over [x8] |
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| 2:33 |
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don't call me white, don't call me white don't call me white, don't call me white the connotations wearing my nerves thin could it be semantics generating the mess we're in? I understand that language breeds stereotype but what's the explanation for the malice, for the spite? don't call me white, don't call me white don't call me white, don't call me white I wasn't brought here, I was born circumcised, categorized, allegiance sworn does this mean I have to take such shit for being fair skinned? No! I ain't a part of no conspiracy, i'm just you're average joe don't call me white, don't call me white don't call me white, don't call me white represents everything I hate the soap shoved in the mouth to cleanse the mind the vast majority of sheep a buttoned collar, starched and bleached constricting veins, the blood flow to the brain slows they're so fuckin ordinary white don't call me white, don't call me white don't call me white, don't call me white oh, we're better off this way? Oh, say what you're gonna say so go ahead and label me an asshole 'cause I can accept responsibility for what i've done but not for who I am don't call me white, don't call me white don't call me white, don't call me white |
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| 1:59 |
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I trusted you at least I thought I could
I tried to believe when you said I got a better job I can pay you back Real soon. No! I don't do those drugs no more I know my luck has changed my lifestyle Has rearranged I'm on my feet You'll never change your ways Living from day to daze Why don't you fade away I've heard all this before When you were sleeping on my floor You said only for a day But as those 3 weeks passed My patience didn't last nor my food |
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| 2:46 |
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Sometimes I feel my life is going 'round in circles
Beneath my eyes are bluish black There's nothing new, no one I want to talk to Nothing I want to think about, I got soul doubt I stick my head out of the window, it's closed Instead of air, I get glass stuck into my head The city's sounding I can't seem to stop the pounding Can't keep my thoughts from flying 'round Can't keep my thoughts from flying 'round Not sure what I'm thinking about, I got soul doubt A shameless display, wearing a smile full of pain A frameless Erte, a painting without a signature She's waiting for someone to save her As I pass her by I see Cinderella She doesn't fit into a slipper Like she fits in a bottle of liquor There's no one to take her away Her eyes meet mine, she sees right through me The question is asked, Whatcha' gonna do for me? I don't want nothin', just a connection I gotta know what she's all about Cause I know she's been there - Soul doubt I stick me head outside the window once again This time I see a thousand faces all too clear They wear the same expression, I've seen in my face So many times, I know exactly how they feel I know exactly how they feel I know just what they think about They've got soul doubt |
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There's something wrong with mass consumption
Why do we want what we don't need Alcohol burn it clean asphalt methamphetamine Will make it seem alright, it's gonna make it seem alright now Living in the hunger underground Some people say I got a problem with authority so What if I do man it beats relinquishing control Philthy Phil Philanthropist You've taken when you should of give away Philthy Phil you gave to us More than we cannot repay There's something grand about being nothing There's something lame about being grand Alcohol squirting gun don't want no holidays in the sun That's me not being you, that's just me not being you are Either a part of the solution or the problem Can there not be a middle ground for just the anybody Replace Superman with Joe Ordinary Philthy Phil Philanderer You've taken when you should of gave away Filthy Phil you gave to us More than we cannot repay |
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| 2:46 |
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Affection not dissection,
Meat is murder, Animals are for petting. Oh shut the fuck up already. I'm tired of you whining, About poor little animals dying, And the food they are supplying. Because if a big animal had the chance, It wouldn't take another glance, It would eat you up. "Affection not dissection, Meat is murder, Animals are for petting." Oh shut your trap already. I don't want to listen, And I'm tired of your bitchin, About what's in my kitchen. Because if a big animal had the chance, It wouldn't take another glance, It will eat you up. |
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Indiscriminate I'd rather be elite
I'll choose my own shit scene Unsubstantiated rumors flown are true I'm here for me not you Nonconglumurate I mean what I say I'm not your fucking scape Goat apparently I've alienated some It seems my job's half done You'll never understand it Try to buy and brand it I win, you lose, cause it's my job To keep punk rock elite This music ain't your fuckin' industry |
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I never thought about the uiverse,
it made me feel small never thought about the problems of this planet at all Global warming, radio-active sites, Imperialistic wrongs and animal rights! No! Why think of all the bad things when life is so good? why help with an 'am' when there's always a 'could'? outside of california, it'foreign policy I don't want changes, I have no reactions Your dilemmas are my distractions [Chorus] That's no way to go, Franco Un-American No way to go, Franco Un-American No way to go, Franco Un-American No way to go, Franco, Franco Un-American I never looked around, never second-guessed Then I read some Howard Zinn Now I'm always depressed and now i can't sleep from years of apathy All beacause I read a little Noam chomsky I'm eating vagetation, 'cause of Fast Food Nation! I'm wearing uncomfortable shoes , 'cause of Golbalization I'm watching Michael Moore expose the awful truth I'm listening to Public Enemy and Reagan Youth I see no world peace 'cause of zealous armed forces I eat no breath-mints 'cause they're from de-hoofed horses Now I can't belive; what an absolute failure The president's laughing 'cause we voted For Nader [Chorus] That's no way to go, Franco Un-American No way to go, Franco Un-American No way to go, Franco Un-American Where can we go, Franco, Franco Un-American I want to move north and be a Canadian Or hang down low with the nice Austrailians I don't want to be another "I-don't-care"-ican What are we gonna do, "Franco, Franco Un-American" |
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The white man call himself civilized
Cause he know how to take over The white man come to pillage my village Now he tell me I have to bend over Oh yeah, kill all the white man No I don't like the white man up in me He rape my people as he rape my country Everything I love and cherish, he try to take away We will be rid of him, soon come the day Oh yeah, kill all the white man Oh yeah, kill all the white man Oh yeah, kill all the white man Oh yeah, kill all the white man |
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Life is fast but I don't wanna live past you, cause you are my only roots I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out the soles of my party boots So call me shit-faced Master of Disgrace, I don't care cause my outer skin Is thick like crust, and a liver that's rusted out, now I'm on a list Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but I'll give ambivalence I gotta memory box cause my memory blocks me, from remembering weeks All the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into grey matter damagings So call me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk rock, give it straight cause I deserve a verbal beating from an audience bleating, and a melee with no concern Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but I'll give irresponsiveness Everybody wants to drag me up again, I wanna go, but the price keeps going up Going down is simple and practical, laying low but keeping it cynical I'm on the wagon and it's such a drag, without a key kick, shot, and a drag Evidently no one likes a quitter or an old punk's bitterness So I'm waiting for the tap, on my shoulder, cause we're all getting older not better The laughs are no longer with us So call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk, call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk shit-faced master of disgrace |
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