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(Cd Version)
Hello, Welcome to our CD Can you hear the blatant similarity To Linoleum and Shadows of Defeat. (Cassette Version) Hello, Welcome to out Cassette Have you started feeling some regret I guess you can't afford a CD. |
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Can’t you see my soul worn on the second sleeve
It’s going up for sale as soon as it gets saved Interrogation blues, once again I lose You don’t get to magnify my insecurities You don’t get to site and save my unhip-ocracies Not for sale Take two placebos then you can call me lame Walk some in my shoes then tell me to fuck off My oversized hat won’t fit your humongous head I’ll trade a hundred days for one inside of you Take me to a cave, where I can’t be seen Solace makes the heart, pump adrenaline I’m sick of being used, time and again betrayed Give a man a key, he cannot not open the door Give him something free and he’ll sell it to the poor C’est la vie Take two placebos then you can call me lame Walk some in my shoes then tell me that I’m fucked My humongous hat won’t fit your gigantic head |
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| 3. |
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Mom and dad, how'd ya get so rad, when exactly did you get so hip
Wearing teenage clothes you’re always coming to my shows And telling me that I should mellow out It’s absurd, you’re singing every word. You’re not supposed to like my bands, things I like you don’t understand So please put down that rum and coke, that’s no behavior for old folks Dad and mom, what planet are you from And what convinced you to pack up and leave Doin drugs and asking me for hugs, what’s the matter with parents today Not again, when will it end Dads dressing like Motley Crue and why is moms hair dyed bright blue There staying out till 2 or 3 and then having sex publicly I thought the apple fell far from the tree Mom and dad I think you ought, to quit smoking so much pot And hanging with my friends Laying round on the couch, with my Misfits records out Softly banging their heads Maybe it’s just a passing phase What’s the matter with my parents these days |
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| 2:59 |
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This is not a test on the emergency broadcast system
This is the real thing Sit 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 at toast when it falls apart I’m gonna raise my glass abuv my heart Then someone shouts that’s what they get! For all the years of hit and run for all the piss broke bands on VH one Where did all their money go don’t we all know Parasitic music industry as it destroys itself We’ll show them how it’s supposed to be Music written from devotion not ambithicin, not for fame Zero people are exploited there are no tricks up or sleeve Were gonna fight against the mass appeal Were gonna kill the seven record deal Make records that have more then 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 big five What ever 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 must (will) die |
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I’m gonna tell you what I really think I like about Monday
Cause they fell like Saturdays When you don’t have to go to work, every day is a holiday I wake up when I want to, I do anything I wanna do Can’t wait for Tuesday I really don’t like Fridays I can’t do what I wanna do Sold out at the movies, can’t eat at the restaurant Everybody wants to party, but the bar’s full of cigarette smoke I think I’ll stay home, I think I’ll wait for Monday I live a five day weekend, I gotta year long holiday Thanks god it’s Monday The only place I gotta be is the show or on the first tee Thank god it’s Monday Never mind aggravation, just give me modulation gimmie another key I’ll tell you why I like Tuesdays, cause they’re kinda like Christmas Come to think about Wednesdays, are a little like Hanakah Thursdays thanksgiving, I’m talking about good living I think I’ll give thanx Thank god it’s Monday |
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Birds are dumb, 'cause small bird brains
But so are kids and old people Some birds talk, most others sing I don't see you eat a talking bird Pigs smell bad, they roll in poo But so do kids and elderly I don't see you chop off an old man's feet Put 'em in a mason jar and pickle them No chowder for you, 'cause clams have feelings too Actually they don't have central nervousness No manhatten style, clams have the right to smile Come to think about it, they don't have a face They have no face, no place for ears There's no clam eyes, to cry clam tears No spinal cord, they must get bored Might as well just put them out of misery I don't beleive it's selfish To eat defenceless shellfish No chowder for you, clams have feelings too It could happen to you, clams have feelings too I don't think they do, clams have feelings too |
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She gotta silicone cock sticking in her ass and one in her cunt
A butterfly vibrator straped tight to her clit But who's got the remote control That would belong to louise She's got a new pet a real vaginal tease You know that mommy's little is not gonna do As she please If she don't want to get a spankin She like to sing like a six year old brat Mommy discipline me cause you know i've been bad Start with cat then she'll move to a crop Neither one is willing to stop She knows that girls just wanna have fun With four piercing on each side of her libia A little luggage lock connecting each one Prevents her girl from going astray Slut you think you've seen your master mean You better lick my puss and asshole clean Treat my clit like bubllegum Bitch make me come It's time for bed she'll secure her head Between her thighs for a thorogh night suck Along whiththis she'll be driking her piss So louise don't have to get up Two goodnesses in love One resides below one reigns from above One adorns cuffs while one covets keys The purgatorial touch of louise |
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Got a no string guitar, got a
Sunn beta head, i'm a rock & roll Star, I aint no musician some things Stranger than fishin, got a Beat on a drum no how to sing Outta key got some illegal drugs I aint no musician some things Are weird I know what I am Weigh out another gram Some of us have all the luck No matter how much we fucking suck |
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| 1:59 |
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Give her a call for demorol and amal nitrate
I tell her dad don't worry sir we wont stay out late I'm in love with her, the pharmacist's daugter She's got my love, I got her drugs Waking up in the afternoon can't wait to see her Brigin in some colopin, i'm huffin ether She's the one for me, without personality, I still want to see her everyday We got a date and I can't wait to see my baby If I wine and dine her she just might sedate me She's so beatiful, she keeps my prescriptions full She's got my love I get her drugs Looks like I've gone and bought the pharmacy |
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| 2:20 |
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You know it when it's over
Doors are closing feel the Sober staring at you You better take One last good look One more round and It's bottles to the Ground smashing Of the glass what a supersonic sound You gotta pull the Plug when it's time To die bottles to The ground Theres a suitcase On the sidewalk There's a record in A milkcrate, she'll be Staying you'll be Trowing wiskey Over one lip One more round Then it's bottle To the ground Smasing of the Glass a perfect Imperfect sound You gotta pay the Piper when the rats Are gone whoa whoa All bottles To the ground |
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Go away, sunny day
Go away, sunny day All the horny people sitting In front of their TV and thinkin' What is wrong with me? I'm not a monster Why won't anybody fuck me I don't wanna live life lonely Why does everyone have to be perfect? Go away, sunny day Go away, sunny day All the barfly's sippin' whiskey Fighting ever present pitty Wondering what they keep sucking back for Is it the drink or trepidation Watching all trains leave the station Left standing alone without a ticket You light up my life You give me hope You carry on You light up my days And you, you light up my life Stop searching cause there's no answer Just a long ride of disaster There's no simple way to stop the sadness Life's not fair I'm glad it's not This isn't heaven just a lonely Planet on the verge of self-destruction |
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My vagina has two sets of lips,
but I don't get monthly blood drips My vagina hardly even used My vagina's got lots of extra skin They took my outtie and made it an in Changing Donnie to Marie Osmond Operation, successful But now I gotta pee Through a miniature hole Gotta remember to put the seat down And when I wipe my ass I go from front to back Cause I don't want a bladder infection I never thought I'd miss my vas deferans I trade it in for a pair of used cans Now I get to hang with lesbians Operation, paid up front Now I show all my friends My new designer cunt They think I'm kinda weird But that's ok with me Cause now I kick their ass Played from the ladies tee There's nothing finer Than having a vagina |
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Light the match,
Burn the flower, Leave behind, All the wrong, Why be sad, When happiness can be bought, For a little more than free, Modern day prohibition, Are we men,are we children, At what age, can I choose, How to live, The only real drug problem, Is scoring real good drugs, Havent we learned our lesson, The corner store sells butter scotch, But who's got uncut powder, We just want what is ours, Dignity if god created plants and buds That I find and abuse Then who the fuck are you to juge me? |
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| 4:17 |
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we're professional punkers we come from the suburbs after 15 years we're still
having fun now we're over 30 not looking so pretty at least we got a beat up accordian that's erik our drummer his father's a plumber he drank enough booze to get rhode island drunk now sober but smelly he's got one big belly from living the good life provided by punk singin singin singin buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong gimmie some bushmills i'll sing you this song open another big box of cheap wine we're over 30 we're doin just fine el hefe is not satanic he's one hip hispanic he grew up with one dozen cousins and kin he wears baggy pants he know how to break dance you've seen him do every impersonation that's melvin on six string "some tell me i can't sing" oh i think you can just don't do it round me stick with what you know playing guitar solo with hetson and watt in punk rock karaoke singin singin singin buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong gimmie some bushmills i'll sing you this song open another big box of cheap wine we're over 30 we're doin just fine my name is fat mike i'm obsessed with big lesbians i've been a punk rocker for most of my life i sing kinda flat i'm not really so fat but that's how i hit them with a hook or a slice i'm kent i do sound look he's getting so round i'm timmy the turtle he counts as he clicks i'm jay i don't care someone please cut his hair i'm limo from scotland so give me haggis singin singin singin buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong gimmie some bushmills i'll sing you this song open another big box of cheap wine we're over 30 we're doin just fine buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong gimmie some bushmills i'll sing you this song we a quaalide or chop we a line we're pushin 40 we're doin just fine give me a casual, pass me a bong, give me glen lebbit i'll sing you this song open another big box of cheap wine if you take the lowe road and i'll take the high |
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