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Indiscriminate I'd rather be elite
I'll choose my own shit scene Unsubstantiated rumors flown are true I'm here for me not you Nonconglumurate I mean what I say I'm not your fucking scape Goat apparently I've alienated some It seems my job's half done You'll never understand it Try to buy and brand it I win, you lose, cause it's my job To keep punk rock elite This music ain't your fuckin' industry |
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> Everybody needs some time away
Just stuck in the k-hole again An 18 hour holiday Just stuck in the k-hole again, just once again Mrs. Kitty Ketamine your perseverance may Outlast my ambition to go home Infatuation with your dark side I obey Forbidden pleasures, I have grown to loathe/love Somewhere between the eden and north utopia Somewhere beneath the astral plain I've taken residence on sybaritic soil You won't be seeing me again You won't be seeing me again Dropping Crumbs and flying thumbs Won't help me get back home The home is where the heart is, I've been told 'Cause I promised my heart to her She cooked it meduium well Then proceded to swallow it whole It may sound good to you It may sound oh so wrong Just stuck in the k-hole again Winter's broken, summer's gone Just stuck in the k-hole again Just once again |
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I wanna see the constitution burn
Wanna watch the white house overturn Wanna witness some blue blood bleed red I wanna tar and lynch the KKK I wanna pull and shoot the NRA I wanna pay the lobbyists to kill themselves I wanna dose the DEA I wanna join the CIA (not really) It just seems so fucking easy to make this Country a better place to live. Illegalize guns and lobbying (Jail murderers and extortionists)... Legalize drugs and prostitution (Free salesmen and saleswomen)... Murder the government Murder the government Murder the government And then do it again yeah Murder the government Murder the government Murder the government and then Murder the government |
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I take her to the aquarium, she says shark
I take her to the planetarium, she says dark I take her to the seaside Where she likes to spin and twirl She says sure and cool and yeah She's my monosylabic girl I take her to the university, she says huh I take her to our anniversary, she says one I take her to the jewelry store I say diamonds, she says pearls Oh everyone knows I'm in love and yeah With the monosylabic girl |
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It's so easy to defend the Status Quo
With everyone so cool and cynical But when you see the end don't justify the means It's just that 180 degrees The great thing about bein' a human The ability to reason But reasoning don't work when no one cares 2 parts apathy, one part despair Guess what, this might come as a surprise I'll no longer roll my eyes A change of heart to let the conscience breath One quick twist, just 180 degrees Yeah, I now know the right thing to do Yeah, anti tradition tried and true Yeah, a world where wrong has right of way Yeah, fuck that world, fuck that hierarchy Go ahead, work, waste your life away Fuck that world, go fuck that right away |
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| 2:19 |
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Billy Cobin lost it all
We knew he would eventually some wonder why he took the fall others just ask who the hell is he and why should we care for him? A baggy man with baggy clothes a face made of paper mache he lost his humor years ago along with his molars his head planted beneath his shoulders kill the pain, integrity don't keep you warm and sane don't throw me out with the bath water don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me Billy Coban had a time, Billy Cobin had a place following his fifteen minute climb Billy took a seven second leap a cannonball plunge off the deep |
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I'm not insane, I'm not bummed out
I got no one to blame, nothing to change I got no evil to fight One thing's for sure, I'm all Outta angst Society don't bother me And there's something wrong with that So I'm off to Pakistan, learn the laws of islam Fundamentalism, forget that rock 'n' roll No cigarette, no drink, in fact It's difficult to think about getting laid When you don't even get to see her face I'm not insane I'm not insane, I'm not liquored I got nothin' to do, nothin' to lose I got no place to call home One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst Society don't bother me, there's something wrong with that Next step Mongolia Don't get to golf or fuck or bowl with 'ya Throw out that handicap No stepping out, till spring, in fact it's Difficult to sing when it's 20 below And that's during the day I'm not insane |
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You better watch out you better not cry You better put out records D.I.Y. Cause it's not what you've done it's what you've been If you fuck up I'm telling Tim Take you out of book your own life part six You won't play again at abc You're gonna get ostracized like Lawrence When I tell Tim I'm telling Tim I'm telling Tim I'm telling Tim |
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| 2:02 |
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Je me balladais sur l'avenue
Le coeur ouvert ?l'inconnu J'avais envie de dire bonjour ?n'importe qui N'importe qui et ce f? toi Et je t'ai dit n'importe quoi Il suffisait de te parler pour t'apprivoiser Aux champs ?ys?s, Aux champs ?ys?s Au soleil sous la pluie, a midi ou minuit Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux champs ?ys?s Tu m'as dit j'ai rendez-vous dans un sous-sol avec des fous Qui vivent la guitare ?la main du soir au matin Alors je t'ai accompagn?br />On a chant? on a dans?br />Et on a m?e pas pens??s'embrasser! Aux Champs-Elysees, aux Champs-Elysees Au soleil, sous la pluie, ?midi ou ?minuit Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Elysees |
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Don't believe a word your grandfather says He's been classified grade a psycotik You can see it from the hole in his head A saner man would have used a bigger gun Degeneration ah ah ah ah ah The lunatic clause was written for you The story spoken is a story unheard By you so listen cause it's unbelievable A certain trait has passed while while centuries turned This certain trait has been a family tradition No simple way to tell you son We share the same red tainted blood I'm gonna kill me, You're gonna kill you Killing you Don't believe a word your grandfather says Don't believe a word your grandfather says Don't believe a word your grandfather says He's a psycotik, grade a psycotic |
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"Kill the rockstars" how ironic, Kathleen
You've been crowned the newest queen Kinda like the punk rock Gloria Steinham You can't change the world by blaming men Can't change the world by hating men Just cause I don't know the reason You're so pissed Don't dare tag me mysoginist I thought the goal here was mutual respect Not constructing a separate sect I wish I could have seen Courtney Demonstrate some real mysoginy Can't change the world by hating men |
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Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe Because there's never gonna be enough space So eat the meek, enjoy the waste It's always gonna be a delicacy Lick your chops and eat the meek Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe The factory mass producing fear, bottled, Capped, distributed near and far Sold for a reasonable price And the people, they love it, they feed it Brush with it, bathe with it, breathe it Inject it direct to the blood It seems to be replacing love Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe Because there's always gonna be token truth Forgotten code discarded youth You know there's always gonna be pedigree One own the air one pay to breathe Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe |
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Trip down the stairs into hell
Cathay de I miss your smell A mixture of puke, beer, stale piss Fuck, sweat, and fear Adrenaline addicted, the blood leak From my head kinda concerned my friends But at the time it felt so right The music blaring on, now that desperation's gone (The song is same) The desperation's gone Turn, tune the knob k-go Some alternal radio Strategic marketing hype, media, stereotype Has our music been castrated? Yes To you it may sound good To me it sounds all wrong The notes and chords sound similar The same forbidden beat, but The desperation's gone (the song's the same) But the desperation's gone |
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It's funny how nothing seems much fun
anymore to me now that I quit the drink 'cause soberness it might be what I need but it's certainly not how I wanna be Nothing seems much fun anymore to me Consequence never had any kinda think about shoulda coulda happen to me C-Common sense my parents said I Didn't have any, but now look whose got the dough Nothing seems much fun anymore to me Don't feel like goin' out Nothing worth singin about missin' the alcohol no longer born to lose put away my party shoes Missing the alcohol Without Tonic N gin Without no Vicodin Nothin seem much fun anymore to me (4x) |
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Blast oxygen masks, smoke filled cabin Depressurize, don't be afraid, hold onto me We're goin down, but not our love Death don't seem so bad, 'cause I'm with you My only love, so close your eyes Kiss me one last time, We're gonna Die, but not our love, not our love |
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