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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
Can't stop obsessing all the alienation
My head is bleedin', frickin', brain constipation Somebody hear me, somebody listen to me Am I alone in this world, is there anyone listenin'? Appease me, can't find a reason to be Alienation, is taking over me I'm going away, can't go on any longer I really don't know why I just gotta die I never thought this was how it would end The body swingin', I see it over and over again Vanian singin', can I ever listen to it again? A cry for attention, it was a cry never heard With no one listenin', there was nothing to be heard |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
> It's been a long time
Now it's time to get your bubble burst Things are bad enough in the world Why do you have to make them worse Day after day, you just gotta get it So sick and tired of your bitching and complaining So long you've been oppressed while others lives are gaining Want reparations, you're needy and deserving Can't understand why some are served while you're doing the serving Anything but responsibility Where's my slice? I want more than equal rights I want everything for free! You waste your time concerned with what others are earning You want a revolution to start the tables turning A demonstration to make a better nation We'll spend the day protesting all the problems that we're facing Anything but face reality Where's my slice... Your brilliant theory How the world owes you a living You'll take away from others, The things they should be giving They own the pie and you want your share Whoever told you life was fair? You were dealt your hand - now play it Where's my slice... |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
Get out of my way,
can't you see I'm from L.A.? Yeah, I met Slash, I've got a rose tattoo I bet I know way more people than you I just love this town, my girlfriend weighs 84 pounds Met her at the Cathouse where I get in for free She pays the rent while I watch T.V. hey hey hey When we go out tonight, gotta get my hair just right Tight black pants and blue suede shoes I'll get my picture in Rock City News Gotta get those flyers out, might meet a talent scout And he will talk contracts with me My fame and fortune and MTV |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
Sitting in a room waiting for some news
Sitting in a room with white knuckles Not feeling so good I didn't do the things I should I said, "Doc, tell me what's wrong with me" He had this expression he didn't know what to say "It seems that you've contracted a new strain." How could this happen to me? Another victim another casualty From fucking casually, another casualty All the times I should have worn a jimmy hat All the times I said, "What the fuck, I won't look back, that's not for me." I wouldn't listen to reason Now look at me |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
Sometimes I think of all the places where I don't want to go
Then I think of all the things I don't want to do And when I think of all the people I don't want to 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 through 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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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
> Jenny, so many times I tried to get away
But you kept following me all over town I'll display it, there's no way to say it I don't just want you, I jusrt don't want you around, I don't want you around, You follow me around It's really bringing me down I don't want you around When it was time to go I had nothing to say Don't you look at me, Don't you look at me that way ""I love you!"" Oh, really? Please go away What gave you the idea? Get it out of your head You follow us around We're not the Grateful Dead I wanted to be friends but you wanted more So, like I told you before I don't want you around |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
Looking back to the past, predictions of the end
Unseen ultra violet rays are beating on my head Nuclear threat wanna bet will be our demise The day will come when we'll look to apocalyptic skies When the news had spread, that soon we'd all be dead Well it just blew our minds No one could have guessed that our worst fears at best Figments of our time So it seems that our dreams will never come to be How could such a stupid thing destroy humanity? A few weeks till extinction and there's nothing we can do A message sent to other worlds will say, "It was just the flu" There's no lesson to be learned There's no one left to learn it |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
You go
Now, something is lacking I'm not attracting My boobs are not as big as I want them to be I want 36 D I'm not receiving enough affection Gonna get me a silicon injection And fulfill my dreams Bust outta my seams My social life is pathetic I can't find a man What I need is cosmetic surgery Be the best I can be Proteins, and milkshakes Mass vitamin consumption Who needs to diet when liposuction Is painless and quick, local anesthetic I know what I want Now my body is a model Of flawless perfection I most certainly will cause an erection Wherever I go, but I still don't know The reason why I can't find a mate Guys I meet ejaculate Then leave through the door I can't take anymore New boobs, jugs New boobs, jugs New boobs, jugs ... |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
You can't believe things you see and read
The Soviet threat Our pseudo enemy What's scaring me? Our foreign policy To make the world safe for business Call it democracy Our human nature, it's all the same We spend our lives in the pursuit of happiness So stop the hate, open the iron gate It's our destiny to make the cold war history You think I give a shit If you're a socialist If you're a capitalist We've all got to exist On this planet with nowhere to run The millions of brainwashed must open their eyes We are one With us over here and them over there Barbed wire borders are going nowhere |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
In the morning I awake
I feel my bladder about to break I scratch my balls I rub my eyes Just feeling lousy My girlfriend tells me that It's time to take a bath I say, "no, not today, it's only tuesday" Once every 24 hours I'm supposed to take a shower That's not the way I do it Do it do it Personal hygiene is the last thing on my mind I don't want to do it Do it do it It doesn't make a difference to me Everyday I do the same old thing So why should I have to be clean? Those dreaded wednesdays and saturdays Also known as shower days I hate them |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
Did you get that rush, that feeling
Adrenalin pumping through your veins? A lifeless body in the gutter City streets are stained How do you rationalize? What do you see in your reflection? A kid just having fun A soldiers bloodied boot impression One for all and all for one Especially when it's ten on one You don't care what you're doing You know it sure is fun If it happened to your mother Would you laugh so hard? Well, that was someones son or brother That you kicked so hard But this time, you went too far What's the matter, don't you feel alright? Do you feel remorse? Or are the handcuffs on a little too tight? Now that your friends are gone You've got no defense, no protection 5 or 6 times a day You receive your hot beef injection I hope every time You're corn holed, terror fills your mind The one emotion You have inspired one too many times |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
Talking about the Moron Bros', tattooed fingers, tattooed toes
They're idiots, losers, they're scum Taking advantage of everyone, you're a dog, they're your fleas Doing everything they can to spread disease Take your beer, take your drugs Leave with you microscopic bugs Their company is something you won't miss Your ice trays are filled with piss They are the Moron Brothers, don't get along with others They are the Moron Brothers, don't get along with others They'll whine, they'll bitch, they'll fuck you if you're rich They'll leach, they'll latch, they itch, you can't scratch They'll ink your face, tape your eyelids closed Tabasco's in your mouth, mustard up your nose Your head is shaved, think the worst has passed Try to move your leg, put you in a cast, yeah They are the Moron Brothers, don't get along with others They are the Moron Brothers, don't get along with others They may not go down in history but they'll go down on your sisters And your mama and your father, oh Gonna hung with him |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
Together on the sand
We walked hand in hand On the beachfront. She smiled at me As she tightly held my hand I had my fingers up her... Country music played on the radio So I turned it off. We walked down to the water As she grabbed on to my honker. A wave swept us away Ahaha, ahaha, ohoho |
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from Nofx - Liberal Animation (2008)
If I want some beer
I don't want to hear How I missed the show 'Cause I drink to slow Pass me the beer bong It won't take very long For me to put down This torpedo to the ground Drinking beer is too slow Beer bong is the way to go To go, to go Don't drink too slow Beer bong, Beer bong Beer bong, Beer bong If I want some beer I don't want to hear How I missed the show 'Cause I drink to slow Pass me the beer bong It won't take very long For me to put down This torpedo to the ground Drinking beer is too slow Beer bong is the way to go To go, to go Don't drink too slow Beer bong, beer, beer bong Bong, bong, bong |
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from Nofx - Liberal Animation (2008)
Don't even try to tell us what we can and cannot say profanity's a
tool that you cannot take away is freedom of expression just a load of shit? Just another farce in american politics |
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from Nofx - Liberal Animation (2008)
I've got to get out of
I've got to get out of this hood I've got to get out of this neighborhood I've got to get out of it Got to get out I've had enough, won't call their bluff I'm not going to live in fear Racism lives on both sides so I'm gonna get the hell out of here Do you want crack? Do you need smack on the track? Do you want grass? Smoke hash you white trash? You better watch out You better watch out You better watch out I've got to get out of I've got to get out of this hood I've got to get out of this neighborhood I've got to get out of it I've got to get out of it I've got to get out of this neighborhood I've got to get out of this neighborhood I've got to get out I've got to get out I've had it up to here I'm not gonna live in fear They're the ones who are racist Why can't they just let me be? Do you want crack? Do you need smack on the track? Do you want grass? Smoke hash you white trash? You better watch out You better watch out I've got to get out of this neighborhood I've got to get out of this neighborhood I've got to get out of it I've got to get out of it |
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from Nofx - Liberal Animation (2008)
I live in a cake the one that I make don't wanna hear about my
mistakes this is the chance I take I live in a cake the one that I make try not to worry about whats at stake I'm on the take |
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from Nofx - Liberal Animation (2008)
My name is Mr. Jones
I get inside your bones I know how to make you tweak You soon will be my freak Because I know what you need I control your mind I roll up your sleeves I make ties that bind, I've got you You'll soon be begging on your knees You've got the disease All your money belongs to me You've got the disease I can't seem to live without you Without you whats the point I wasn't born with a silver burnt spoon Do I still have any choice? (No) Because I know what you need I control your mind I roll up your sleeves I make ties that bind |
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from Nofx - Liberal Animation (2008)
Sitting by yourself again so friends are near you got a needle in
one hand and in the other one a beer you can't cope with life you can't even get up who's gonna help you? You've got to pick yourself up but I've got no problems I've got no problems your minds so fuckin clouded you can't see through the haze |
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from Nofx - Liberal Animation (2008)
It's that time of the month,
Again, your bitching, Stop yelling at me. I know you've got to plug yourself up, But why take it out on me? It's that time of the month, Again, your bitching, Stop yelling at me. I know you've got to plug yourself up, But why take it out on me? Just leave me alone, Stop yelling at me, Leave me alone, When it's your time to bleed |
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from Nofx - Liberal Animation (2008)
You fight for peace, but where's the war what the fuck are doing this for
You say disarmament that's the key well that's not the way it looks to me You wear you leather jacket but you won't eat meat piece punk, get drunk, Sake you hair go out, hang out do you really care? there's no easy answers Complaining won't do shit if you want some changes, don't be a hypocrite Fuck the system that's what they say but they live by it everyday food stamps And welfare checks would you rather starve to death you wear your leather Jacket but you won't eat meat piece punk, get drunk, sake your hair go out, Hang out, do you really care don't you feel ridiculous now! half your Wardrobe comes from a cow do you believe in anarchy? who are you Really trying to be? |
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from Nofx - Liberal Animation (2008)
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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from Nofx - Liberal Animation (2008)
I play pool cause I'm no fool I play pool cause I'm cool I play pool
after school I play pool all the time Cue in my left hand, beer in right I shout and drink all through the night that sloppy english does me just right I use that sloppy english all the time I hold my stick like I hold my dick hustling beers from wetto that's the trick I use that sloppy english all the time |
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from Nofx - Liberal Animation (2008)
A truck stop in Kansas, nowhere to go
Too many days without any shows It's 4 a.m. as I sip from my cup 5 a.m. the sun's coming up My body has shifted from the touring mode Trying to sleep in the van, on the road Gotta find a place where I can sleep I've got the truck stop blues Taking care of myself, paying my dues Living life day by day, I've got the truck stop blues Don't think I'd have it any other way |
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from Nofx - Liberal Animation (2008)
Vegetarian
Vegetarian Vegetarian I, I don't want tofu I'd rather have a mouthful of beef stew I don't wanna be a vegetarian Why eat beans when you can have steak instead? I don't feel bad about Eating something that's dead Why should I be sad For cows getting hit in the head? So I like eating fish Tell me what's wrong with this How can you blame me For eating chicken of the sea? Vegetarian Don't waste your breath yelling at me About animal rights And how they should be free 'Coz it's survival of the fittest And we're winning I don't feel bad about Eating something that's dead So why should I be sad For chickens being force fed So I like eating fish Tell me what's wrong with this How can you blame me For eating chicken of the sea? Vegetarian Go fry an egg |
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from Nofx - Liberal Animation (2008)
Hey you, you have too much hair
And we don't like what you wear And you have really bad breath So were gonna beat you to death Because there is plenty of us And only one of you We've got plenty of reasons And here's just a few You put your chocolate in my peanut butter I was walking and you were in my way You looked at me without my permission And never even apologized You put your chocolate in my peanut butter That's good enough reason for me to bash You put your chocolate in my peanut butter That's good enough reason for me to smash No justice/there's just us/so trust us You put your chocolate in my peanut butter You put your chocolate in my peanut butter You put your chocolate in my peanut butter You put your chocolate in my peanut butter |
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from Nofx - Punk In Drublic (2008)
rationalize values it's so easy to succeed keeping your eyes on the prize excess camped outside laissez fair people understand me there don't talk to me we'll get along just fine blowin' out your mores henry ford tradition preys on idle minds left the emergency brake on too long underneath the city lies the ruins of mankind the excavation was a financial success with artifacts of gold the arrowheads went straight to the Smithsonian the rest was melted down and sold substantial gains minimal losses are tolerable as long as the machine keeps running fine cannibals functioning on pheromones rational thought lost to instinctual |
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from Nofx - Punk In Drublic (2008)
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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from Nofx - Punk In Drublic (2008)
Dresser drawers are filled with pocket change
Coupons cut, cigarettes smoked down to the butt, Is this what dreams are made of! Adding up subtracting down you find yourself sucking the rind Dying degree, graying amie Final payment made - had you forgot? The rightful owner of one deluxe cemetery plot Paisley satin lined how apprapoe What a better way to go Dying degree, graying amie No more eating crumbs When my pension finally comes Your kids want eat mush anymore 'round me Dying degree, graying amie |
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from Nofx - Punk In Drublic (2008)
my father used to say you sleep with dogs the next day you'll wake in the bed scratching those inevitable fleas at ten years old you listen to what you're told but I never felt the itch I never would my mother had forbidden me to waste away my life I want you to have all the things I could never buy you so don't stop what i'd begun you're my one my only son follow what I say not what i've done follow what I say not what i've done shower, scrub, and shave cleanly boys don't misbehave follow what I say, not what i've done |
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from Nofx - Punk In Drublic (2008)
He's just a man getting through life the best he can
He's a not a scientist, he programs a computer Before that he sold cars to pay a student loan now he receives pity From his family - his friends say how could he Turn his back on on reason worshipping A God finding truth through fear and mind control He's just a man trying to explain how He found the word of God could make his life seem less insane So he shares what he's read, what he understands, it makes sense to him, it makes perfect sense to him, in fact He's never seen so clearly Turned his back on free will - has he lost his mind? He'd rather kneel down than take charge of his life And he knows what people think, but it dosen't sway him He can read the writings on the wall 'Cause he knows how people treat, how they treat each other A sacrifice to benefit the all Don't try to judge him, his theological ideas His hopes may be false but his happiness is real Don't try to judge him, he's just a man |
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from Nofx - Punk In Drublic (2008)
Don't wanna chill, don't wanna sit
Don't wanna hear no hippy shit Don't tell me I'm closing my mind Don't wanna groove, don't wanna dig Don't wanna spend the day naked Don't like my music country fried He's got a tie dyed Rancid shirt He wears his birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk? No! Just confused Jeff don't wear regular shoes Fat Mike I gotta let you know It's not the tunes, it's their live show And all the people you get to meet Plenty of good vibes and decent drugs Stinky people give you hugs Walk around in your bare feet He's got a tie dyed Rancid shirt He wears his birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk? No! Just confused Jeff don't wear regular shoes |
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from Nofx - Punk In Drublic (2008)
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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from Nofx - Punk In Drublic (2008)
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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from Nofx - Punk In Drublic (2008)
lori meyers used to live upstairs
our parents had been friends for years almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games at nine years old there's no such thing as shame it wasn't recognition of her face, what brought me back was a familiar mark as it flashed across the screen. I bought some magazines, some video taped scenes incriminating act I felt that I could save her who are you to tell me how to live my life? You think I sell my body, I merely sell my time I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waiting for no prince to save me in fact until just now I was doin' just fine and on and on I know what degradation feels like I felt it on the floor at the factory where I worked long before, I took control now I answer to me the 50k I make this year will go anywhere I please where's the problem? |
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from Nofx - Punk In Drublic (2008)
For You
My Heart is yearning And how I've loved you so Its because of you My dick is burning Its dripping on my toe |
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from Nofx - Punk In Drublic (2008)
Even if it's easy to be free
What's your definition of freedom? And who the fuck are you, anyway? Who the fuck are they? Who the fuck am I to say? What the fuck is really going on? How did the cat get so fat? Why does the family die? Do you care why? 'Cause there hasn't been a sign Of anything gettin' better in the ghetto People's fed up But when they get up You point your fuckin' finger You racist, you bigot But that's not the problem Now is it? It's all about the money Political power is takin Protecting the rich denying the poor Yeah, they love to watch the war from the White House And I wonder how can they sleep at night? How can they sleep at night? How did the cat get so fat? |
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from Nofx - Punk In Drublic (2008)
Crazier than GG, yet more PC than Ian
Got colored teeth like Johnny Exudes a vicious disposition His hair sticks out like Colin' did, he jumps Similar to Springa, he points his middle finga Not just he singer in the band Voted biggest asshole and role model of the year Got a face like Charles Bronson Straight outta Green Bay Wisconsin Not just a singer in the band He'll puke on you, he'll fuck your mom, he'll smoke while huffing gas He was the punkest mother fucker I ever did see Hell he was even more punk than me He should've been on the cover He should've been on the cover He should've been on the cover of Punk and Disorderly Volume II |
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from Nofx - Punk In Drublic (2008)
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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from Nofx - Punk In Drublic (2008)
gigin alone at the bottom of the hill
our protagonist named bill sets his sights on an anchor steam pint all he needs is thirteen quarters congregated in his hat a crow, a scavenger type California redemption provides him with his rent room and board inside of a fifth of comfort as the wind penetrates his bones his mind keeps focused tidal waves of sound catapulted from his horn wail like lovers the coins don't drop consistent as does the mercury his meter slows realizing a zenith he's reached perfection no one did see him die |
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from Nofx - Punk In Drublic (2008)
Friday night we'll be drinkin' Manashevitz
Goin' out to terrorize goyem Stompin' shagitz, screwin' shicksas As long as we're home by Saturday mornin' Cause hey we're the Brews Sportin' anti swastika tattoos Oi Oi we're the boys Orthodox, hesidic, O.G. Ois Orthopedic Dr. Martins good for Waffle making, kickin' through the shin Reputation, gained through intimidation Pacifism no longer tradition Cause hey we're the Brews Sportin' anti swastika tattoos Oi Oi we're the Brews The fairfax ghetto boys skinhead hebrews We got the might, psycho mashuganas We can't lose a fight, as we are the chosen ones Chutspah, we battle then we feast We celebrate, we'll separate our milkplates from our meat Common you schmuck, one more time for revertial! |
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from Nofx - Punk In Drublic (2008)
It isn't for the money, no it isn't for the fun
It's a plan, a scam, a diagram It's for the benefit of everyone You gotta have a little respect Subterranean ideals Traditional neglect Reflect on how you think it would make you feel The cause- we're just doing it for the cause No it isn't for the fortune, it isn't for the fame It's a scheme, a dream, a barterine We want everyone to think the same Because you know what you know is right And you feel what you can't ignore And you try so hard to point the blame Ashamed- what are we doing this for? The cause- we're just doing it for the cause |
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from Nofx - Bottles To The Ground [ep] (2008)
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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from Nofx - Bottles To The Ground [ep] (2008)
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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from Nofx - Bottles To The Ground [ep] (2008)
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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from Nofx - Bottles To The Ground [ep] (2008)
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 Put it in my food I never wanted to when I was a kid ??? ??? Took my squirt gun And made it a bong My sister's name is Mary-Jane And mine's Bud! Mine's Bud! |
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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
[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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - The Greatest Songs Ever Written (2007)
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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from Nofx - Never Trust A Hippy [ep] (2006)
Aimless ain't got no where to go
All my thoughts have gone? Ready? Mother Mary had a son Whose days were spent on having fun And Monday he got a letter: ?you could make yourself feel better? Mother Mary had a man who healed with healing hands Millions of boys lay dead Mother Mary had a baby but he had his he'd never tasted He hunted all the others then he hunted all his brothers Mother Mary had a man who healed with healing hands Millions of boys stay dead Go-Go-Golden Boys You've got your war toys Looking straight on And with your eyes of blue I will remember you One for me, one for you Mother Mary baby, rock and roll Rock and roll, you know I only want you for your rock and roll Mother Mary Mother Mary had a man who healed with pleasing hands Millions of boys stay dead Go-Go-Golden Boys You've got your war toys Looking straight on And with your eyes of blue We'll do the old one two One for me, one for you 1, 2, 3, GO! Brother mother baby you're flipped out You're over influenced One day you will feel it You'll make yourself feel better Mother Mary had a man who healed with healing hands Millions of boys stay dead Millions of boys stay dead Millions of boys stay dead |
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from Nofx - Never Trust A Hippy [ep] (2006)
Jesus Christ will ressurect
He's got his BMI royalty to collect He's not the white Fragile hippie He looks and acts more like an indignant Ice-T Jesus Christ is coming back He wants to kick Mel Gibsons ass Superstar, The Passion of He wants his money not your love He's been kickin 2000 years He's fixed a lot sports And drank a million beers Some x-tasy, A thin white line He says designer drugs Beat the hell out of wine Jesus Christ on vacation Spreading massive religion "Sex and drugs, we abstain" He thinks Christians are insane They don't know love, they know fear and moral hauteur Scare tactics I never taught "If you're gonna look to me, better get rose coloured shades, Cuz what you see is what you get" |
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from Nofx - Never Trust A Hippy [ep] (2006)
It's 3 o'clock at the Triple Rock, another round of watching Paddy talk
It's where you wanna get snowed in when you get Snowed in, outside it's 10 below, is it day or night, we don't care or know What we know is that we don't wanna be Anywhere but here, please don't make us leave When in Minnesota and you got a drinking quota I'm seeing double at the Triple Rock, we're still here watching Paddy talk Then undress, then get out the duct tape The one question still remains, how much more art can we take? I'll let you know when the medication wears off I'm a religious drunk and this is where I pray The church of alcoholics can't break up the congregation Give us air to breathe, through carbonation We are at liquor church, genuflecting on barstools We're praying that the taps will keep the holy water flowing Key kicks of communion, then a long night of confessions Coming home after noon seems to raise a lot of questions When in Minnesota and you got a drinking quota |
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from Nofx - Never Trust A Hippy [ep] (2006)
You're wrong about virtues of Christianity
And you're wrong if you agree with Sean Hannity If you think that pride is about nationality, you're wrong You're wrong when you imprison people turning tricks And you're wrong about trickle down economics If you think that punk rock doesn't mix with politics, you're wrong You're wrong for hating queers and eating steers If you kill for the thrill of the hunt You're wrong 'bout wearing fur and not hating Ann Coulter Cause she's a cunted cunt You're wrong if you celebrate Columbus Day And You're wrong if you think there will be a Judgement Day If you're a charter member of the NRA, you're wrong You're wrong if you support capital punishment And you're wrong if you don't question your government If you think her reproductive rights are inconsequent, you're wrong You're wrong fighting Jihad, your blind faith in God Your religions are all flawed, You're wrong about drug use, when its not abuse I hope you never reproduce You're getting high on the downlow A victim of Cointelpro You're wrong and will probably never know |
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from Nofx - Wolves In Wolves` Clothing (2006)
fighting with gloves
now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder hitting above the belt now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder citing the facts now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder exposing all the lies now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder we get what we fucking deserve bringing raised fists to a knife fight you'd think developed minds could learn not to give benefit of doubt you wouldn't trust a hungry animal around your newborn, would you? sharing the wealth now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder taking the high road now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder showing respect now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder giving a shit now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder did anyone really expect to win a race already fixed the spoils doled out in advance the appointed already picked all allegations of fraud categorically dismissed as absurd |
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from Nofx - Wolves In Wolves` Clothing (2006)
Tired of shootin' smack, tired of on the run, traded the needle... for the gun
Tired of livin' small, tired of the withdrawal, no more retreat time for attack Oh Benny how many times you tried to kill yourself, OD's and robberies and super stunts, I never thought you'd die from them Riding around in tanks, fire a round of blanks, Benny had never had such fun Until he took a wrong step into bomb, and that's when Benny got blowed up Alone, under a blanket soaked with sweat and piss, We figured Benny would end up like this We just didn't think for them |
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from Nofx - Wolves In Wolves` Clothing (2006)
Despues de 235
canciones, los liricos se valuan mas y no tengo ningunos para esta El Jefe canta melodia triste o canta amor de la corazon haz como que hable espanol Ojala que la mayoria de nuestros aficionados no entiendan nada que canto para los otros: chinga su madre, guey |
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from Nofx - Wolves In Wolves` Clothing (2006)
these two shots are for derrick
for rifle not the handgun for coffee and cigarettes give it back you know suicide isn't painless when you leave everyone in pain the two shots will never go down the same this beating's for jimmy for ultimate devotion for your mind of my own bring out your dead sedated, flatulated you were the one most loved and hated thanks for all that carpet and your songs this petron's for jason this lager's for andy and these doses are for bomer and this fix is for bradley this ritalin's for lumpy and this speedball's for friday this nitrous hit is for lynn ?? best friend dobbs this bowl is for my mom for drinking more than i did for posting bail for me in new york and in hollywood that first time and that joint we smoked was the worst time cause doing drugs with parents is just wrong this petron's for jason this lager's for andy and these doses are for bomer and this fix is for bradley this song is for winning losers it's for lucky substance abusers the ones who left their black marks on us all |
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from Nofx - Wolves In Wolves` Clothing (2006)
I'm swimming in a sea of pee
I'm hiking up a big mountain of poo I feel like rolling in glass when I'm without you I'm diving in a bowl of puke I'm fly fishing a stream of puss That's how I feel when something separates us I'm living in Bakersfield I'm at a month long hip-hop festival |
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from Nofx - Wolves In Wolves` Clothing (2006)
We call the heartland not very smartland, IQ's are very low but threat levels are high
They got a mandate, they don't want man-dates, they got so many hates and people to despise In the dust bowl, cerebral black hole, the average weight is well over 200 pounds I hate to generalize, but have you seen the thighs, most haven't seen their genitalia in a while Maybe that's why they're so scared of us We've concerns other than fear and hunger pangs Queers, transgends, and lesbians, vegans and vegetarians All you brownish red and yellow ones, come and join us on the coast No longer svelte, they got to punch new holes in the Bible belt They've blown out the fire under the melting pot, the red blood of America is starting to clot No compromise, no sight thru others' eyes, they're just flies spreading pieces of shit You gotta emigrate, stop living in hate, what makes this country great is dwelling on either side They don't want visitors in Jesusland They want life bland and canned in the fatherland We want people with college degrees, drug use experience and STD's People with open-minded philosophies, come hug California trees Cultural revolution now, neo-conservatives run outta town We're gonna burn Orange County down, And then we're off to Riverside, Bakersfield and Fresno too, then we're comin' after you The fear stricken, born again Christian, they got a vision a homogenized state Textbook decline, Intelligent Design They got Bill Nye on the list execrate They don't want visitors in Jesusland They want life bland and canned in the fatherland Punk Rockers and emo kids, people doin' things the church forbids Buddhists, agnostics, and atheists we're moving out of jesusland Art students and thespians, (excluding country) all the musicians We want all hookers and comedians, nihilists are welcome too No longer svelte, they gotta punch new holes in the Bible belt |
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from Nofx - Wolves In Wolves` Clothing (2006)
[Melvin]
Life on a mattress in a robe, in a room full of emptiness [Fat Mike] Knowledge has much better uses than self-pitty and superiority [Melvin] Maybe you are or could be the next Hoffman, Mahatma, or Chomsky But no one will ever know A sum of your parts are not gonna change any hearts not with hate in your eyes [Fat Mike] In order to lead by example you have to show a path to a better world, not a cell |
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from Nofx - Wolves In Wolves` Clothing (2006)
It's 3 o'clock at the Triple Rock, another round of watching Paddy talk
It's where you wanna get snowed in when you get Snowed in, outside it's 10 below, is it day or night, we don't care or know What we know is that we don't wanna be Anywhere but here, please don't make us leave When in Minnesota and you got a drinking quota I'm seeing double at the Triple Rock, we're still here watching Paddy talk Then undress, then get out the duct tape The one question still remains, how much more art can we take? I'll let you know when the medication wears off I'm a religious drunk and this is where I pray The church of alcoholics can't break up the congregation Give us air to breathe, through carbonation We are at liquor church, genuflecting on barstools We're praying that the taps will keep the holy water flowing Key kicks of communion, then a long night of confessions Coming home after noon seems to raise a lot of questions When in Minnesota and you got a drinking quota |
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from Nofx - Wolves In Wolves` Clothing (2006)
When they tightly strap me in, give me lethal injection
Just a few moments to live, no remorse for what I did It was for the betterment of man, I made the utmost sacrifice Before more damage could be done I took his life There was a split second of silence when the dart punctured the skin Beady eyes rolled back in head, the body dropped from the poison They could incapacitate me but could not erase my sneer I heard a thousand people screaming, I know three billion others cheered He was gone and I would soon be Executed by the state, all appeals would be in vain I was not criminally insane, in fact I was found to be An otherwise caring and respectable member of society A minor threat except for that one man I killed As the sedatives take effect, I just smile and close my eyes There's a priest kneeling next to me, he asks me if I realize I was going straight to hell and he thought that I should know That the man I killed's replacement planned this whole scenario And what I did had no significance at all |
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from Nofx - Wolves In Wolves` Clothing (2006)
It's like seeing a car crash from inside the car
The driver's got his head craned back he's telling you a joke You see the bus on collision course You point your arm and turn your head and wait for the impact This is the feeling we learn to live with in North America The morning headlines always accompanied with sweat and nausea Every week another puzzle piece gets permanently glued into place We see the iceberg from 15 miles away The captain orders the ship to "stay the course" "Full speed ahead" shouts the accurst The next thing we heard was, "rich women and children first" The ship is listing, the captain's placing blame on the iceberg "That berg attacked us, I am declaring war on the Arctic" Who could ever have predicted the greatest ship could so easily sink (duh) Lifeboats are useless without rescue The only ships show up for salvage When setting sail on the St. Louis We all knew what consequences could be With the crew we had at the controls There's no harbor age for the USA-holes I doubt there's a benign God to save our souls Cuz no one else is gonna save the USA-holes |
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from Nofx - Wolves In Wolves` Clothing (2006)
With our ass in the air and our heads in the ground
There's no sense of despair, without sight, without sound We hold our ears and shut our eyes Distant screams morph into lullabies We beat indifferent drum, we pound till we're numb We validate, rationalize, corroborate each others lives Pat my back and I'll pat yours, benevolent conquistadors We piss down throats, shit in cupped hands Wipe our asses with all foreign flags We beat indifferent drum, we pound till we're numb 20 feet high, 2 feet thick, barbed wire, razor blades The wall was built to keep them out while keeping us in goose step parades We don't questions what we've become We march to the beat of the same indifferent drum We beat it till we're numb, we beat it till we're numb |
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from Nofx - Wolves In Wolves` Clothing (2006)
We're Rome, Aztec Mexico, Easter Island paradigm
We are followers of Jimmy Jones, cutting in the kool-aid line We are Animal Farm Pigs, we are a Terry Gilliam film We are fear Oligarchy, we are wolves in wolves' clothing, we are this planet's kidney stones In the process of getting passed, metamorphosis from first to last A system breaking down beyond repair A product of three million millionaires and 100 million easy marks We are Marie Antoinette, we are Joseph McCarthy We've finally become the divided states A nation built on freedoms, fears, and hates, the denotation of Irony We all want a Hollywood end, but we're getting a foreign one The script has already been penned, and titled, "the epitaph of a drowning nation" |
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from Nofx - Wolves In Wolves` Clothing (2006)
Your only daughter's turning tricks cause she's jonesin' for a fix
She just blew your mechanic, that's when you will lose your wife's Overdose was a success, humiliation was too great Now with your estate foreclosed, you will surely lose your head Was in a bad place when you punched your supervisor in the throat An inadvertent fatal blow, were the words your lawyer used On the unsympathetic judge, who was having a bad day So he threw your life away, is faith still comforting you? I know the answer, still I ask, where is your god now? You thought it was the Christian thing to do, breaking up that fight at school 'Til the gun came into play, and the sight was set on you Running was ironic cause it was the last time you would You wish the kids you tried to help wouldn't laugh when he saw you Are the invisible man, no one looks you in the eye You've become an anecdote, the wrong place at the wrong time The worst case scenario, the proverbial "that guy" You never did question your faith; you flushed it with your first piss bag That's why I have to ask, where is your god now? |
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