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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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| 2. |
| 2:17 |
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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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| 0:54 |
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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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| 5. |
| 2:11 |
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| 6. |
| 2:18 |
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Billy Cobin lost it all
We knew he would eventually Some wonders 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 Cobin 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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| 1:53 |
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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 up 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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| 1:17 |
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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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| 9. |
| 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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| 10. |
| 2:02 |
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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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| 11. |
| 1:33 |
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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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| 12. |
| 3:32 |
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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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| 13. |
| 2:25 |
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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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| 14. |
| 1:46 |
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| 15. |
| 1:38 |
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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 not Vicodin Nothin seem much fun anymore to me X 4 |
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| 5:14 |
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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, when 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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| 1:46 |
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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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| 2:16 |
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You've got the beauty, but that don't mean a thing
A bland reciprocation, but that doesn't bother me You're happier with lights on underneath a darkened sky Only in the spotlight can you tell me of your crimes I understand the situation, but I can't Seem to understand the motivations you once had I recall a message I once left behind a screen I was entranced, when you were never there for me You're draining, you're draining me I'm not a tub What ever happened to the girl I used to hold? I held in such a high regard Where is the girl who had it all? I used to think I wasn't worthy of your cause I used to feel so lucky Until the day I felt a weakness in my arms I knew from where it had been coming You're bleeding, you're bleeding me, I can recall The passions you once had, where did they go? I knew a girl who had it all I know a girl where did she go? |
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| 2:36 |
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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 They'll take your beer, they'll take your drugs Leave you with microscopic drugs Their company is something you won't miss When your ice trays are filled with piss 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 are the itch you can't scratch They'll ink your face, tape your eyelids closed Tabasco's in your mouth, There's mustard up your nose When your head is shaved you'll think the worst has passed Just try to move your leg They've put you in a cast 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 sister |
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| 3:09 |
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| 21. |
| 1:09 |
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He spent 15 years
Getting loaded for 15 years Till his liver exploded Now what's Bob gonna do Now that he can't drink? The Doctor said: "What ya been thinking bout?" Bob said, "that's the point. I won't think bout nothing. Now I gotta do something else To pass the time Had someone shave his head He got a new identity 62 hole air cushioned boots And a girl who rides a scooter To take him out of town They would get away Running around And as the trucks drive by You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!" A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do When the doctor tells him to Quit your drinking, now's the time But will he ever walk the line? To all my friends I feel just great But will he ever walk the line? Kicking ass, and busting heads Red suspenders Once a day he shaves his head But will he ever walk the line? [Repeat: x2] Bob! |
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| 2:36 |
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I sit in my easy chair
I've got so much time to spare cause I know in my future days I'll have my lion's share There's nothing I like better Than getting something for nothing Some will tell you, you get nothing for free Obviously they've not met me I live the lifestyle they speak of so highly I live the life, the life of Riley You can have your cake and eat it too And there's lots of free lunch for you If you think you feel cheated you don't have a clue You don't know where you are, or what to do I sit in my easy chair I've got so much time to spare cause I know in my future days I'll have my lion's share I live the lifestyle they speak of so highly I live the life, the life of Riley Jump in... |
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| 24. |
| 1:54 |
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What's the point of living in your mindless life?
What's the point of living in your mindless life? What's the point of dying in your mindless death? What's the point of living in your lifeless mind? Have you ever even had the thought of thinking? Or is it you're just ignorant + ignorant? Have you ever even had the thought of thinking? Pathetic fool trapped inside your skull. The pile of shit inside your brain in which you live is not your own, you live out all the lies you're given You're too scared to face yourself, You're too scared to face yourself So you're too scared to please yourself, Living in your dreamworld is nothing but a nightmare Nothing but a nightmare. |
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| 3:01 |
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Get out of my way
Can't you see im from East Bay I Know Blatz, down with E.B.U. I bet I got way more piercings than you I just love this town My girlfriend weighs 84 pounds Met her at the New Method wher I get in for free She don't pay rent neither do me (hey hey hey) When we go out tonight Gotta get my hair just right Prodius pads with 2 inch sole I'll get my picture with Murray Bowles Gotta get those flyers out Might get signed to lookout After that i'll go far Fame, Fortion, D.M.R. Rock City News |
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| 3:43 |
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Sometimes I feel my life is going 'round in circles
Beneath my eyes are bluish black There's nothing new, no one I want to talk to Nothing I want to think about, I got soul doubt I stick my head out of the window, it's closed Instead of air, I get glass stuck into my head The city's sounding I can't seem to stop the pounding Can't keep my thoughts from flying 'round Can't keep my thoughts from flying 'round Not sure what I'm thinking about, I got soul doubt A shameless display, wearing a smile full of pain A frameless Erte, a painting without a signature She's waiting for someone to save her As I pass her by I see Cinderella She doesn't fit into a slipper Like she fits in a bottle of liquor There's no one to take her away Her eyes meet mine, she sees right through me The question is asked, Whatcha' gonna do for me? I don't want nothin', just a connection I gotta know what she's all about Cause I know she's been there - Soul doubt I stick me head outside the window once again This time I see a thousand faces all too clear They wear the same expression, I've seen in my face So many times, I know exactly how they feel I know exactly how they feel I know just what they think about They've got soul doubt |
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| 2:16 |
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The white man call himself civilized
Cause he know how to take over The white man come to pillage my village Now he tell me I have to bend over Oh yeah, kill all the white man No I don't like the white man up in me He rape my people as he rape my country Everything I love and cherish, he try to take away We will be rid of him, soon come the day Oh yeah, kill all the white man Oh yeah, kill all the white man Oh yeah, kill all the white man Oh yeah, kill all the white man |
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| 1:12 |
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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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These girls are fun but boy there bad
by friday night there off there face six beers are getting passed around and that is it these girls are done Six pack girls, Six pack girls Six pack girls Six pack So you pick her up and you bring her home And you think about it for a while Wake up the next morning and sure enough It's not two girls! VERSION 2 Go to work, and then go to bed your friday night, Has washed away your bummed out, About your work 'cause you've already put in, Your thousand hours they're all Six pack girls, They're all six pack girls, They're all six pack girls, Six pack So you pick her up, And you bring her home You take her out, And that's all you're alone, And you want it sure Enough your, stuck with her they're all Six pack girls, They're all six pack girls, They're all six pack girls, Six pack |
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| 2:42 |
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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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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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