Dave Casillas

Indiscriminate I'd rather be elite
I'll choose my own shit scene
Unsubstantiated rumors flown are true

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

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

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 heirarchy

Go ahead, work, waste your life away
Fuck that world, go fuck that right away

Je me baladais sur l'avenue
Le coeur ouvert a l'inconnu
J'avais envie de dire
Bonjour a n'importe qui
N'importe qui ce fut toi
Je t'ai dis n'importe quoi
Il suffisait de te parler
pour t'apprivoiser

*Aux Champs-Elysees
Aux Champs-Elysees
Au soleil, sous la pluie
A midi ou a minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez
Aux Champs-Elysees

Tu m'as dit j'ai rendez-vous
Dans un soussol avec des fous
Qui vivent la quitare a la main
Du soir au matin
Alors je t'ai accompagne
On a chante on a danse
et l'on a meme pas penser
a s'embrasser

* Repeat

* Repeat

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

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

Have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek
And woke up with Bo Didley?
Have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek
And woke up with Bo Didley?

You got so loaded, you thought that she
Was the most beautiful gal that you ever did see
Yeah, have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek
And woke up with Bo Didley?

Woke up in the morning, to your surprise
A couple melons in tube socks, and buggley eyes
Yeah, have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek
And woke up with Bo Didley?

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

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

Hobo - I'm hobophobic so what ah ah ah scared of bums
not just because they stink bad not just because they're
crackers from drinking too much lysol let them be just
don't get fuckin near me scared of bums ah ah infested
with microscopic bugs and endocine systematic doo doo
why don't they get a job

A christian an anarchist slash prostitute figures out the true
meaning of freedom not freedom like america freedom like a
shopping cart kick back no tense you got a bag of grub cost you
about 50 cents no fear no fuckin feat malt liquor tastes much
better on the street crustin away of life for heroines and heroes
who hitch hike the road to eden not eden like the garden state,
eden like the state of mind kick back cheap thrills. You'll do
anything for a laugh even if it kills you the bridge you took it out
the ticket takers suddenly lost count sleeping under rays your teeth
crumbling away say goodbye to all responsibility you never wanted
it man wasting time whenever you get the chance which happens to
be all the time kick back free meals a couple times a day, you make
a couple of shady deals no work no fuckin pay cardboard
condominium by the bay you're between the red & black and
you're never goin back to all responsibility cause you never wanted
it man

The Mr Earthy killed the light, he didn't wake his lovely wife he
left the key inside the door. Woke on the wrong side of the
bed she can't remember what he said but she sure knew
what he had done little choices in a, a little town maybe a,
little man is right to be afraid biblic moralization, identity frustration,
confused man cannot know his heart catherine McKinnon
does exist, she likes to call herself a feminist a crusader who
fights the patriarch, but what she really hates is sex simple
solutions created by black & white thinking too bad the world
not work that way I think they need a good hard fuck cause she
may be off her back now she needs to get off ours the little
man sits all alone, his sexuality's been cut in stone he doesn't
love her, she really don't care two victims of the black and white