Nofx

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

> 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...

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

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

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

> 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

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

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
...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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

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?

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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

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...

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!

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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

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

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"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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]

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

[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?!

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

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

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

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"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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

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

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

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

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

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"

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?