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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 - 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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from Nofx - The War On Errorism (2005)
The first time I saw the Descendents,
They were the fastest band I'd ever seen. No one in the crowd really cared for them, We were waiting for the Alley Cats to play. After a couple months I heard Kabuki Girl, On Rodney on the Roq late Sunday night. That was enough, for me I hopped the bus, To licorice pizza and bought my all time favorite record. The next time I went to the whiskey, It was DOA with millions of Dead Cops. The latter band played faster than I could believe, But the Songs sounded the same and kinda sucked. 'Cept John Wayne was a nazi, And Joey Shithead was a drunk. Then John Macias beat some hippie to a pulp, Cuz Having long hair was a mistake. The third time I went to the hospital, I needed 13 stitches in my head. I managed to catch about 6 songs of Ill Repute, Then some suicidal threw me into a post. My girlfriend started to cry cuz we had to leave, Before DRI played 50 lousy songs. My blood stained shirt smelled of clove cigarettes, But it sure looked pretty cool after a wash. |
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from Nofx - The War On Errorism (2005)
It's okay don't be ashamed allow yourself a little hate, I really hate hate haters
A little hate is not so bad, when directed at injustice and evil doers You can turn the other cheek, but don't turn the other way, indifference is our biggest threat Enemy of the planet we finally have a common cause a catalyst A reason to forget about our differences and stand as a united front it's up to us To expose and humiliate the errorists, the american errorists, we'll start with one I know just one, the war has begun |
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from Nofx - The War On Errorism (2005)
Got an invitation to Anarchy Camp
There will be twistin', fistin', biting, fighting all in an evening The soundtrack will go multi platinum Barbecue and pogoes while the effigies burn You may not wanna stay to see how we take care of a turncoat Christiania's kinda far away So come along with me Better get the manual and put it in the oven till it cooks We're gonna take the ashes to the wassail Rules of Anarchy Camp: reckless abandonment, random acts of dumbness will be rewarded If you see somebody taking charge, you'll be expected to beat them 'Cause everyone who's no one, will be participating No one who is someone, will ever get to know the joys of anarchism Destruction of the system So come along with us Salad days and nights on the anarchaic bus We're gonna pick up indigents and crusties and a half a dozen nuts And we're never coming home Underwater basket-weaving Methamphetamine symposiums African killer spelling bees Bowling in ice hockey rinks Anarchy Camp's never inert You think we don't know that it's not much fun till someone gets hurt So we're greasing up the rusty vert ramp Time to make some reservations for next year's Anarchy Camp |
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from Nofx - The War On Errorism (2005)
She's a painting outta focus with no good sense of intention she's authentic
She's a model of disaster with a heart of revolution She's so innocent, but guilty's her plea Everybody wants to save her from herself They really want to save themselves She's got the grace, of a tourist, with the charm of demolition She's a poem without meter or rhyme a random design of a flower Like a rose no one really knows She's a master piece deserving restoration or condemnation time will tell us If she's a lifer or a decomposuer she's the rose no one really knows |
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from Nofx - The War On Errorism (2005)
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 War On Errorism (2005)
It's not the right time to be sober now the idiot's have taken over spreading like a social cancer, is there an answer? Mensa membership exeeding 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 the wise are being thwarted, ostracised, 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 genepool now angry mob mentality's not the exception, it's the rule and I'm starting to feel a lot like Charlton Heston stranded on a primate planet apes and orangutans that ran it to the ground with the 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 one same vote as some Arkansaw 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 Idiot's Are Takin' Over |
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from Nofx - The War On Errorism (2005)
There's a places some of us choose to live
gated community, cops can't come in A neighborhood for punks over the hill We're spendin' our golden years in Mattersville We can do whatever we want whenever we please There's always a keg of beer and a block of cheese We got Charams, pinball, asteroids, space invaders and missle command We will grow old together we will play bridge and texas hold 'em Duane and Stevie Cab they still skateboard but most of us lawn bowl and shuffle board We may be getting ripe but we ain't bored We got a blackboard with some rules and laws Hefe's got an 18 car garage Most the cars are smashed but so is Spike twice a week on karaoke night Eric Melvin lives next door to me Limo and The Locknecks head security At the end of my cul- de- sac Davey Havok's house is painted black We will grow old and fatter We got our ville so what else matters Trashy, Mod and Kath are staying up Nathan Matt and Dad are passing out When California cracks we're all goin' down |
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Medio-core
It's not forsaken The music they're makin' Will leave you with a feeling of indifference How was the band? They were okay (okay) Not great (all right) But pretty good They played the songs I knew they would Some old Some new The same formula stays true We can conquer It's medio-core Sing Sing a song Make it simple So all the kids can sing along (ahh) Sing along (ahh) The list keeps growin' The melodies been stolen Remind me of songs sung in the 70's You might fool the kids But you don't fool me Have you ever heard of something called aboriginality? Is it absurd To compose music no one's ever heard Predictability Like a bussom will comfort them My one true foe L.C.D. (Medio-core) It's upper powered The riffs are all deflowered (Medio-core) It's spreading faster Than British tooth decay (Medio-core) Are you ready to rock? How ya'll doing tonight? (Medio-core) You condescending fucks Make me wanna laugh and puke at the same time. (Medio-core) I want to speak This song sounds like fifteen you've heard before Medio-core Sing Sing a song Make it simple So all the kids can sing along (ahh) Sing along (ahh) |
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It's kinda hard to wear high heels, or slip on banana peels
How does she get in and out of tubs I hope she dont get mad, I hope she thinks this song is good not bad Cause we think that she's totally rad, she's nubs. No fingers, no toes, she doesn't own elbows, No phalanges no knobby knees to knock She don't need knuckles or hands to go see punk rock bands She's always in the stands, she's nubs She can't pick up a phone, she can't get dressed alone She's got no funny bone, she's nubs No shoes for feet but we sure do think she's neat, she's nubs, she's nubs, she's nubs. I asked her if she want a drink, I asked her if she liked Toronto, I asked her to go out to the bar, but all she said was no thanks, no and no It was time for us to leave, so I grabbed and shook her sleeve and told her I'd see her at the next club she got into a pack and some guy put her on his back, she said goodbye and kinda waved her stub She's got beauitful eyes, and breasts regular size, but without calves and thighs, she's nubs It's hard to give good head or get tied to a bed, when all you've got is a body and head, she's nubs She's nubs, She's nubs, She's nubs... Oh she may not walk the walk, and she may not like to talk But boy she sure knows how to rock, she's nubs. |
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from Nofx - The War On Errorism (2005)
Frank, the new CEO, had to answer to the board
the board was getting anxious, and the shareholders were on the bed, legs in air, ass cheeks opened wide they were about to get fucked like it was their first time when one makes 20 million, and 10,000 people lose what keeps that one from swallowing a shotgun Dan, the company man, felt loyalty to the corp after 16 years of service, and a family to support he actually started to believe the weaponry and chemicals were for national defense cuz danny had a mortgage and a boss to answer to the guilty don't feel guilty, they learn not to Helen, is living in her car, and trying to feed her kids she got laid off of work and her house was repossessed it's hard to think clearly when it's 38 degrees desperate people have been known to render desperate deeds but when she shot that family and moved into their home the paper read she suffered from demetia |
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from Nofx - The War On Errorism (2005)
Hey kids!
Hey dad! What do you want to do today? We don't know! Do you want to go to the matinee? No! Do you want to go to the amusement park? No! Do you want to go to the punk rock show? 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 floors 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, BLEH! 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 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 fuckin' records rated G WHEN DID PUNK ROCK BECOME SO SAFE? |
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from Nofx - The War On Errorism (2005)
I thought you were the one when I heard Holidays in the sun come from your bedroom
but my mind started to stray when I saw Youth of Today mixed with your singles what's with this underdog and this GNR EP? I don't think Hanoi rocks and i don't want your Paul Stanley next to my Subhumans gatefold I'm not trying to be a jerk but I don't think this record mergers gonna work but when I saw Christ on Parade, and This is Boston, Not LA I knew you were the one I knew you were for me when I saw the first Vandals EP I found SNFU and cool I owned that record too seems we both had Social Unrest and sung "she's a pervert nurse" we both had the first pressing of How Could Hell Be Any Worse I knew you were the one so now we got two Earth ADs and we got two Killing Jokes we got two Adolescents two Peni's and two The Crews we got two Someone Got Their Head Kicked Ins we got two Declines, two Damaged and two Jelous Agains, I knew you were the one when i saw Machine Gun Etiquette i knew you were the one when i saw the Peace War comp we got two Articles of Faith, 31 minutes of group sex we got a couple of Avengers, and a pair of Out Of Steps we got 2 What We Do Is Secret, we got 2 TSOL's we got 2 Freedom Of Choices we got two Three Hits From Hells i knew you were the one |
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from Nofx - The War On Errorism (2005)
Whoops I od'd, shortness of breath, call ambulance, tell my wife I love her
Error in judgement cut my life, no second chance,no guiding light I never meant to cause you pain I never thought I'd be the one who took the fall I got lost in the moment, assholes like to test the limit Six minutes down, breathing machine, brain not feel right The look on you is killing me, drowning in shame But don't feel bad, 'cause I never feard consequences Hate regrets more than apologies A year has passed, like photographs, my life is just A scrapbook of old friends and faded memories Looks like I pulled the rub out from under myself The falls too much for me to recover from It's been real fun but now I must say goodbye, I'll see you all at okie dogs |
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from Nofx - Regaining Unconsciousness [ep] (2003)
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 - Regaining Unconsciousness [ep] (2003)
Now my chainsaw close to head
Change your points; you're left for dead This isn't hectic fight for fun this is Hardcore 81 Neighbourhood watch, backyard brawl Riot at Montanan hall, fighting ruins, this is sad but true This is hardcore 82 RIOT! RIOT! Maybe your home's barred and blitzed Go bust some heads or throw some fists you You want some police brutality go to Hardcore 83 Hollywood, rap patrol get free rooms at Wilcox hotel Question, what are we fighting for? It's just Hardcore 84 Tragedy, a catastrophe The nemesis of a wasted night Rationale of an atom bomb Consequence of a murder plot RIOT! RIOT! |
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from Nofx - Regaining Unconsciousness [ep] (2003)
It's not the right time to be sober now the idiot's have taken over spreading like a social cancer, is there an answer? Mensa membership exeeding 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 the wise are being thwarted, ostracised, 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 genepool now angry mob mentality's not the exception, it's the rule and I'm starting to feel a lot like Charlton Heston stranded on a primate planet apes and orangutans that ran it to the ground with the 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 one same vote as some Arkansaw 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 Idiot's Are Takin' Over |
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from Nofx - Regaining Unconsciousness [ep] (2003)
Medio-core
It's not forsaken The music they're makin' Will leave you with a feeling of indifference How was the band? They were okay (okay) Not great (all right) But pretty good They played the songs I knew they would Some old Some new The same formula stays true We can conquer It's medio-core Sing Sing a song Make it simple So all the kids can sing along (ahh) Sing along (ahh) The list keeps growin' The melodies been stolen Remind me of songs sung in the 70's You might fool the kids But you don't fool me Have you ever heard of something called aboriginality? Is it absurd To compose music no one's ever heard Predictability Like a bussom will comfort them My one true foe L.C.D. (Medio-core) It's upper powered The riffs are all deflowered (Medio-core) It's spreading faster Than British tooth decay (Medio-core) Are you ready to rock? How ya'll doing tonight? (Medio-core) You condescending fucks Make me wanna laugh and puke at the same time. (Medio-core) I want to speak This song sounds like fifteen you've heard before Medio-core Sing Sing a song Make it simple So all the kids can sing along (ahh) Sing along (ahh) |
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from Nofx - 45 or 46 Songs That Weren't Good Enough to Go on Our Other Records (2002)
All of me
Why not take all of me Can't you see I'm no good without you Take these arms I want to lose them Take these lips I'll never use them Your goodbye Left me with eyes that cry How can I go on dear without you You took the best So why not take the rest Why not take all of me You took the part That once was my heart Why not take all of me |
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from Nofx - 45 or 46 Songs That Weren't Good Enough to Go on Our Other Records (2002)
You are a hippie,
You smell like skunk, I'm your arch-enemy, A middle class punk. Get out, Get a life, Get a job, Everyone's smoking grass, Everyone is an ass. Can't you afford to cut your hair? Cause Frank and I will cut it off for free. Never trust a hippie, They'll sell you bad drugs. |
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from Nofx - 45 or 46 Songs That Weren't Good Enough to Go on Our Other Records (2002)
Too many words on the the tip of my tongue and I can never figure out When to speak when to shout when to shut up When to knock myself out I need a brainwash Gray-matter bath I need the clutter all Thrown in the trash I need a brain wash, cause I'm a loon So could ya please throw my head in a tub? I could really use a cereberal scrub Wash away what I know It's an overrated frontal lobe Expensive thrills sexual perversity are always filling my mind Mixed with guilt Cause of bombs over dresden Are kinda bringing me down I need a brainwash Gray-matter bath I need the clutter all Thrown in the trash I need a brain wash, cause I'm a loon Cause Im a psycho-babble brain A real life looney toon A mixed up maniac, Im certifyable So put me in a room right next to Nicholson And give me thorazine Cause all I wanna do Is sing traditional songs But I like to sing in minor technologies Not making sense So could you please throw my head in a tub I could really use a cereberal scrub Wash away all I know It's an over rated frontal lobe |
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from Nofx - 45 or 46 Songs That Weren't Good Enough to Go on Our Other Records (2002)
what i scream about, can't get the stink out. catch it on my tongue, save it in my lung. fucking vegans smoking, keep us all choking. big round of applause for california laws. act like human beings instead of europeans. i was a singer/dancer, now i got lung cancer (ahhhhhh). can't get the stink out. can't get the stink out. can't get the stink out. can't get the stink out.
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from Nofx - 45 or 46 Songs That Weren't Good Enough to Go on Our Other Records (2002)
Want to fuck off, drop out
Never trust a fuckin' hippie For that matter don't trust anyone Quit school, don't work Livin' up the music you punk If I could do it so could anyone Drugs are good They make you do things that you know you not should And when you do them people think that you're cool And when you do them people think that you're cool Want to join a punk band Shave your head and get a tattoo You don't need talent just the attitude Self destruction For no particular reason beat up everyone Drugs are neat And you can buy them relatively cheap And when you do them people think that you're cool And when you do them people think that you're cool |
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from Nofx - 45 or 46 Songs That Weren't Good Enough to Go on Our Other Records (2002)
One source of energy the ultimate discovery
Electric blue for me never more to be free Electricity nuclear and H.E.P. Carbon fuels from the sea wasted electricity One source of energy electricity All we need to live today a gift for man to throw Away, the chance is nearly gone The alternative is one final source of energy Solar electricity |
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from Nofx - 45 or 46 Songs That Weren't Good Enough to Go on Our Other Records (2002)
Eric Melvin took PCP one night in Hollywood.
It was pretty funny He kept saying "Help Me" Over and over again. Then he started puking That was cool. Then he passed out That was boring. Oh well |
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