Martian men are coming to earth.
They're abducting all of the jerks,
Martian men are coming to earth.
Martian men don't take me.
Pods are landing from outer space.
Pods are duplicating my face.
Pods are landing from outer space.
Pods they leave me alone.
I don't know what conventions you go to.
I don't know what movies you've seen.
I don't wanna hear explanations of unexplainable things.
It's not that I don't belive in aliens.
It's just I really don't care.
I wouldn't mind some interplanetary friends,
until they come on hangin in my hemisphere.
Holy Ghost is coming to earth,
Saving souls of all of the jerks.
The Holy Ghost is coming to earth.
Savior men don't take me.
The number one son is flipping the tab.
Paying for sins and under your hat.
The number one son is flipping the bill.
Let me chip in for the tip.
I dont understand why you beg for forgiveness.
Just before you do it again.
Is it moral-juristic towards you.
Or actually help from a man?
It's not that I don't belive in Jesus Christ.
It's just I care about other things.
The world could certainly use some miracles,
Give her a call for demerol and amal nitrate
I tell her dad, don't worry sir we won't stay out late
I'm in love with her
The pharmacists daughter
She's got my love
I get her drugs
Waking up in the afternoon can't wait to see her
Bringin' in some colonopin I'm huffin' ether
She's the one for me, without personality
I still wanna see her every day
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 beautiful she keeps my perscriptions full
She got my love I get her drugs (She got my love)
She got my love I get her drugs (I get the drugs)
She got my love, I get her drugs
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.
At first I thought you were dead But now i see that you're wanted dead Something I did, and they say yeah yeah Blank gen, blank gen(eration) Open your eyes Open your eyes Can't you see what's going on Open your eyes Open your eyes Can't you see what's going wrong Open your eyes Well they tell you lies and you sing along Open your eyes Well they tell you lies and you sing along Something about destruction Television corruption Yeah you've been blind You better make up your mind Open your eyes Open your eyes Can't you see what's going on Open your eyes Open your eyes Can't you see whats going wrong Open your eyes Well they tell you lies and you sing along Open your eyes I don't know the words to this stupid fucking song Open your eyes... ahhhh Open your eyes.
Hangin' out with Lars on 6th street he knew I was in trouble I was feeling much like the devil there was something burnin' deep inside of me ran into three Puerto Ricans these girls took us to the funhouse where we played a lonely pinball machine hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way New York City well I wish I was on a highway back to Olympia... I'm having a hard time understanding it gets all too demanding she's all gone and I'm stranded something burning deep inside of me all I know it's 4 o'clock and she ain't never showed up and I watched a thousand people go home from work how many times will it take me before I go crazy before I lose everything something burning deep inside of me ran into three Puerto Ricans those girls took us to the funhouse I don't wanna be alone again.
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 successfull
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 traded it in for a pair of huge 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
Playing from the ladies tee
There's a place where some of us choose to live
A gated community where cops can't come in
A neighborhood for punks over the hill
We spendin' our golden years in Mattersville
We can do whatever we want whenever we please
There's always a keg of beer and a block of cheese
We got charams, pinball, asteroids, and space
Invaders, and missile command
We will grow old together we will play bridge
And Texas hold 'em
Duane and Stevie Cab they still skateboard
But most of us lawn, bowl, and shuffleboard
We may be getting ripe but we ain't bored
We got a blackboard with some rules and laws
Hefe's got an 18 car garage
Most of the cars are smashed but so is Spike
Twice a week on karaoke night
Eric Melvin lives next door to me
Limo and the Locknecks head security
At the end of my cul de sac
Davey Havok's house is painted black
We will grow old and fatter
We got our ' ville so what else matters?
Trashy, Mod, and Kath are starring staying up
Nathan, Matt, and Dad are passing out
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
I gotta pee
I gotta poop
fuck the front door, fuck the back
fuck the good girls with the knack
fuck the government until they fuck you back
fuck a muslim, fuck a jew
fuck fans of blink 182
that's illegal if you're born before 83
fuck a bean cheese burrito, fuck a bowl of cookie dough
fuck the space between the big and neighbor toe
fuck a cop a marine, fucka jar of vaseline
fuck a calazone
fuck a midget, fuck a dwarf, fuck santa with an elf,
but before you fuck it all...go fuck your self!
juice head, juice head...
juice head, juice head, juice head,
juice head.
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
Je m'baladais sur l'avenue, le coeur ouvert a l'inconnu.
J'a vais envie de dire bonjour a n'importe qui
N'importe qui et ce fut toi, je t'ai dit n'importe quoi,
Il suffisait de te parler, pour t'apprivoiser.
Aux Champs-Élysées, aux Champs-Élysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit,
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysées
Tu m'as dit J'ai rendez-vous dans un sous-sol avec des fous,
Qui vivent la guitare a la main, du soir au matin .
Alors je t'ai accompagnée, on a chanté, on a dansé
Et l'on n'a même pas pensé -- a s'embrasser
Aux Champs-Élysées, aux Champs-Élysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit,
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysées
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'd rather have a bottle in front of me
I'd rather watch 10 hours of T.V.
But since I can't I'll think of food
I'll think of sex
I'll think of music
And I'll think of you
I'd rather have a cold one by the sea
I'd rather have you sitting on top o'me
But since I'm here and you're so far away
I'll read about Zaphod Beeblebrox
As I pass the day, hey
I'd rather not spend my whole night driving
I'd rather not be on so much caffeine
But since you're in bed and I'm sleeping
on some floor
I'll think of you and I'll wish that I was home
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 keep 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
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
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
Light the match, burn the flower
Leave behind, all the wrong
Why be sad?
When happiness can be bought for a little more then 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
Haven't we learned our lesson?
The corner store sells finer scotch
But who's got uncut powder?
We just want what is ours (dignity)
If God created plants, and plants that I find and abuse
Hello, Welcome to our CD
Can you hear the blatant similarity
To Linoleum and Shadows of Defeat.
Don't want a theocracy
Don't want to share my economy
Fuck that shit about sea to shining sea
I want out of the U.S.A.
But i don't wanna leave C.A.
Jonathan Christ said it best first
Let California stand alone
From Eureka to El Cajon
Fuck the forty-nine
We want our state to be left alone
I don't care where you were born
You're not part owner of California
I am a huge fan of Bad Religion
I even bought a brown Fender Precision
Signing to Atlantic was a really bad decision
Now they're back on Epitaph hey
I bought Suffer then I bought a thesaurus
Then Graffin sang on S/M Airlines chorus
Now we hang out and party on each other's tour bus
Cuz the old bands know how to have fun
I wish I could go so far away Where time moves too slow day after day I'll wait and I'll sit and watch the clouds As they go by. I have a sensation where lazyness, Procrastination is what I do best I'll wait and I'll sit and watch the clouds As they go by. Where has my ambition gone I haven't seen it for so long Am I a burden to someone? I am so tired of everything All my desire is vanishing.
I hate the radio but I like Fungus
The only punk-rock station, it's humongous
I think they just play Misfit's Walk among us
Fungus 53
Lies, don't waste again, ahhhhhhh
Can't comprehend
What, the daily bite
Just another friend
My stomach
Stucked on the floor
Of all the memories
I don't wanna think about it anymore
What you doing, she's coming back
I wanna reject, damn
But I know I can't
Mean people suck.
Mean people suck.
Mean people suck.
Mean people suck.
They Suck!
They Suck!
They Suck!
They Suck!
Mean people suck.
Mean people suck.
Mean people suck.
Mean people suck.
They suck!
They suck!
They suck!
I sit in my easy chair
I've got so much time to spare
because I know in my future days
I'll have my lionshare
There's nothing I like better
than getting something for nothing
some will tell you
that nothing's for free
obviously they've not met me.
You can have your cake and eat it too
and there's plenty of free lunch for you
if you think you're getting cheated
then you don't have a clue
you don't know where you are, or what to do.
I live the lifestyle they speak of so highly
I live the life...the life O'riley
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
Then some will tell you that you can't get nothing for free
Obviously they don't know me
You can have your cake and eat it too
And there's plenty of free lunch for you
If you think you're getting cheated then you don't have a clue
You don't know where you are, or what to do
I live the lifestyle they speak of so highly
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 anniversary, she says one
I take her to jewelry store
I say diamonds, she says pearl
Oh everyone knows I'm in love and yeah
With a monosylabic girl
happy days are here again. i'm three shits to the wind. its so nice to wet the bed and not care. turning matter into mush. i'm three shits to the wind. what's another million cells to my head? mornings broken, so is my nose. i'm three shits to the wind. how did i get into my neighbor's bedroom? why does my tongue taste like doc. i'm three shits to the wind. i think i'll try something stronger next time.
Want to fuck off, drop out
Never trust a fuckin' hippie
For that matter don't trust anyone
Quit school, don't work
Livin' up the music you punk
If I could do it so could anyone
Drugs are good
They make you do things that you know you not should
And when you do them people think that you're cool
And when you do them people think that you're cool
Want to join a punk band
Shave your head and get a tattoo
You don't need talent just the attitude
Self destruction
For no particular reason beat up everyone
Drugs are neat
And you can buy them relatively cheap
And when you do them people think that you're cool
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 got signs of... (unsure about next line)
Queers, transgends, and lesbians, vegans and vegetarians
All you brownish red and yellow ones come out and join us on the coast
No longer svelte, they gotta 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 through 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 coming 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 to execrate
They don't want visitors in Jesusland
They want life bland and canned in the fatherland
Punk Rockers and emo kids, people doing 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
FUCK THE KIDS!
FUCK THE KIDS!
FUCK THE KIDS!
We belive in a drug free America
A drug free America for me
That's the way we belive
The way that it should be
Drug free America for me
Like in Amsterdamn where drugs are bought and sold legally
Let's take it one step further and make them all for free
Drug free America for me
Say "nope to dope" when its not for free
Say "ugh to drugs" save your money
Don't listen to facts just sit back
FUCK THE KIDS!
FUCK THE KIDS!
FUCK THE KIDS!
Can't u see how easy it becomes
Procrastinate, we're professionals
Get things done, you can't, to busy
Having fun we're professionals
Professional crastination it's a way
Of life if you've got lots of time
Put it off cause tomorrow sounds
Much better than today
Always late, not sometimes, occasionally
Consistantly, we're professionals
Professional crastination we're living
In a procrastination
Why can't we ever be on time?
Professional crastination it's a way of life
If you've got lots of time
Pofessional crastination we're living
In a procrasti-nation
Despues de 235
canciones, los liricos se valuan mas
y no tengo ningunos para esta
El Hefe canta melodia triste
o canta amor de la corazon
haz como que hable español
Ojala que la mayoria
de nuestros aficionados
no entiendan nada que canto
para los otros: chinga su madre, guey
Am I supposed to do
Things right? NO
I don't have the time
This is how I live my life
I haven't got much pride
And it's ok if I live like
A slob cause this is my
Life, and I will waste
It if I want, "A wasted
Zyclone B. Bathouse
a secret place for cleansing ethnically
train ride provided
Although the fare only sports the underclass
as the train goes by, they'll turn away
Only doppler is effected not their hearts
with a "Better them then me" and a "Better off this way"
Ronald McDonald - Paint a happy face on a McMurderer.
Same train, Same Station.
This time the cars are corporate fascist state.
What is life quality or quantity?
since when does that get decided by majority?
and who's more decent one man or a dozen men?
Answer: ONE MAN.
There's no fun in Bible study class
There's no fun getting fucked in the ass by a priest
Unless your old and into that,
It's no Fun for a kid who is scared as shit
There's no fun when praying on a mat
There's no fun being covered in black clothes in the desert
Unless you're Goth and into that,
But not if you're a woman who is treated like dog shit
There's no fun for fundamentalist
There's no fun for the poor capitalist
There's no fun for Regan in Exorcist
There's no fun, There's no fun
There's no fun in a theocracy
There's no fun unless you have a chosen people i.d.
Still then you got that God decree
And that's no fun for anyone
realize you're dehumanized You criticize your existence it's your demise when no sun arise When you're paralyzed by your lack of resistance She know she is She knows she's going Down below where the fire's glowing Tenderloin The tricks she gets them she's not a victim She makes a list of them and reds reads them all alone For money she's walking down on larkin In t.i. they're rocking all night long.
grade school sociopath, teenage alcoholic, fraternity date rapist, company CEO
kindergarten genius, middle school punching bag, junior high school dropout, federal institution
germ free adolescent, closet homosexual, retro revolutionary, unexploded A-bomb
She's a painting outta focus With No Good Sense Of Intention Shes Authentic
Shes a model of disaster with a heart of revolution
She's so innocent, But guilty's her plea
Everybody wants to save her from herself, they really want to save themselves
She's got the grace, of a tourist, with the charm of demolition
She's a poem with meter or rhyme A random design of a flower like a rose no one really knows
She's a master piece deserving restoration or condemnation
1, 2, 3, 4. talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... she's a whore bitch, gutter slut. likes to shove me up her butt. drives a pickle, wearing combat boots. while farting, she'll pick me up and give me a ride and drop me in front of the show. oh no, talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom... talking 'bout your mom...
If I want some beer I don't want to hear about how I missed the show
because I drink to slow so pass me the beer bong it won't take very long
for me to put down this torpedo to the ground because drinking beer is too
slow beer bong is the way to go to go to go don't drink too slow !
She once told me not to listen,
Find the answers, intuition,
Follow noone, trust your instincts,
Face the world, find out it stinks.
Don't come crying,
Don't come crying,
Don't come cry to me.
I'm not your friend,
I'm just your lover,
Don't put your faith,
Don't put your faith in me,
You cut me up and rob me blind,
But now I'm fine.
She told me about the places I could never find,
She told me how to walk while by her side,
Don't be fooled by teardrops,
They're worth a thousand lies,
When I saw them running down her face,
I believed in her.
Stranded, Ah Ah,
Stranded, Ah Ah.
Hit me in the gut,
Like a brick through a window,
Left me in the gutter like a wet news rag,
Sitting alone, thinking out the times we never had,
Cause you were my life.
She told me if and whether,
We'd spend the night together,
She made so many promises,
I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and fuck my head
Hang out with the living dead
Snort white shit up my nose
Pass out at all the shows
I don't even think about Speed
That's something I just don't need
I've got the straight edge
I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and smoke dope
Cause I know I can cope
Laugh at the thought of eating ludes
Laugh at the thought of sniffing glue
Always gonna keep in touch
Never want to use a crutch
Where are all the stupid people from?
And how'd they get to be so dumb?
Bred on purple mountain range
Feed amber waves of grains
To lesser human beings, zero feelings
Blame it on
Human nature, mans destiny (mans destiny)
Blame it on the greediocracy (greediocracy)
Fear of God
The fear of change
The fear of truth
Add the Bill of Rights, subtract the wrongs
There's no answers
Memorize and sing star spangled songs
When the questions
Aren't ever asked
Is anybody learning from the past?
We're living in united stagnation
Father what have I done?
I took that 22
A gift to me from you
To bed with me each night
Kept it clean
Polished it well
Cherished every cartridge, every shell
Down, by the creek, under brush, under dirt
There's a carcass of my second kill
Down, by the park, under stone, under pine
There's a carcass of my brother William
Brother where, have you gone to?
I swear, I never thought I could
I see so many times
They told me to shoot straight
Don't pull the trigger, squeeze
That will insure a kill
A kill is what you want
A kill is why we breed
The Christians love their guns
The church and NRA
Pray for their salvations
Prey on the lower faiths
The story book's been read
And every line believed
Curriculum's been set
Logic is a threat
Reason searched and seized
Jerry spent some time in Michigan
A twenty year vacation, after all he had a dime
A dime is worth a lot more in Detroit
A dime in California, a twenty dollar fine
Jerry only stayed a couple months
It's hard to enjoy yourself while bleeding out the ass
Asphyxiation is simple and fast
It beats seventeen fun years of being someones bitch
Don't think (Stay)
Drink your wine (Home)
Watch the fire burn (Be)
His problems not mine (Safe)
Just be that model citizen
I wish I had a schilling
(For each senseless killing)
For every senseless killing
I'd buy a government
America's for sale
And you can get a good deal on it
(A good deal on it)
And make a healthy profit
Or maybe, tear it apart
Start with assumption
That a million people are smart
Smarter than one
Serotonin's gone
She gave up, drifted away
Sara fled, thought process gone
She left her answering machine on
The greeting left spoken sincere
Messages no one will ever hear
Ten thousand messages a day
A million more transmissions lay
Victims of the laissez faire
Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns
A hundred decibels turns to one
One bullet, one empty head
Now with Serotonin gone
The man who used to speak
Performs a cute routine
Feel a little patronized
Don't feel bad
They found a way inside your head
And you feel a bit misled
It's not that they don't care, yeah
The television's put a thought inside your head
Llike a Barry Manilow, jingle
I'd like, to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
A symphonic blank stare, yeah
It doesn't make you care (make you care)
Not designed to make you care (make you care)
They're betting you won't care (you won't...)
Place a wager on your greed
A wager on your pride
Why try to beat them when, a million others tried?
We are the whore
Intellectually spayed
We are the queer
Dysfunctionally raised
One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain
Living through conformity
One more prayer to keep me safe
One more prayer to keep us warm
One more prayer to keep us safe
There's gonna be a better place
Lost the battle, lost the war
Lost the things worth living for
Lost the will to win the fight
One more pill to kill the pain
Na na na na na
La na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
The going get tough, the tough get debt
Don't pay attention, pay the rent
Next of kins pay for your sins
A little faith should keep us safe
Save us
The human, existence
Is failing, resistance
Essential, the future
Written off, the odds are
Astronomically against us
Only moron and genius
Would fight a losing battle
Against the super ego
When giving in is so damn comforting
And so we go, on with our lives
We know the truth, but prefer lies
Lies are simple, simple is bliss
Why go against tradition when we can
Admit defeat, live in decline
Be the victim of our own design
The status quo, built on suspect
Why would anyone stick out their neck?
Fellow members
Club "We've Got Ours"
I'd like to introduce you to our host
He's got his, and I've got mine
Meet the decline
We are the queer
We are the whore
Ammunition
In the class war
We are worker
We love our queen
We sacrifice
We're soilent green
We are the queer
We are the whore
Ammunition
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
got something sticking in my eye
got something sticking in my eye...
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 ( X 2 )
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
"Affection not dissection,
Meat is murder,
Animals are for petting."
Oh shut 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 up already.
I don't want to listen,
And I'm tired of your bitchin,
About whats in my kitchen.
Because if a big animal had the chance,
It wouldn't take another glance,
Your hubcaps cost more than my car
And your car cost more than my house
Your house cost more than I could make in twenty years
But your balloon cost the same as mine
As you drive away, I laugh with my friends
'Cause I just cost you your life
And when they find your body slumped over the wheel
I'll be in bed soundly asleep
Your epitaph was written by a Cardinal
Your coffin was carved out of a tree
Your funeral cost thousands
But your overdose was arranged by me
As I read the morning paper, I laugh with my friends
I just took out a man of God
He is survived by seven kids and precious wife
He died of unknown causes in his car
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
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)
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter,
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter,
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter,
I say don't drink and drive
You might spill your drink
Before you get behind the wheel, just stop & think
You can take your chances
But there's so much to lose
Another bumpy road,
There's so much wasted booze
I'm not so worried
About how many I kill
I'm much more concerned
With how much beer I spill
35% of accidents
Are cause by pixilated
The other 65% are not
Alcohol related
What does this tell us
About the drunk drivers
They seem to have a
Better record than
the sober team
I'm not so worried
About how many I kill
I'm much more concerned
With how much beer I spill
With how much beer I spill
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
There's something wrong with the kids in my neighborhood
They always listen to music
They disregard civil disobedience
They'd rather do what they're told
They don't drink, or fuck, or fight
They sit home, and read, expand their minds
There's something wrong with the kinds in my cul de sac
Their always goin to church
They dress well and they're
Speaking articulate
They show eachother respect
They're never late, don't joke
or break rules
They eat right, study hard
They like school
Whoops I OD'd, shortness of breath, call ambulance, tell my wife I (love her)
Error in judgement cut my life, no second chance, no guiding light
I never meant, to cause, you pain
I never thought I'd be the one who took the fall
I got lost in the moment, assholes like to test the limit
Six minutes down, breathing machine, brain not feel right
The look on you, is killing me, drowning in shame
But don't feel bad, cuz I never feared consequences
hate regrets more than apologies
A year has passes, like photographs, my life is just
A scrapbook of old friends and faded memories
Looks like I pulled the rug out from under myself
the falls too much for me to recover from
It's been real fun but now i must say goodbye, I'll see you all at okie dogs
Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hill Sketch the trees and daffodils Catch the breeze and winter chills In colors on the snowy linen land. Now i understand what you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen They did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry, starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world And can't forget like strangers That you've met Ragged men in ragged clothes The silver thorn, a bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now i think i know What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity And you tried to set them free: They would not listen They're not listening still Perhaps they never will For they could not love you But still, your love was true And when no hope was left inside On that starry, starry night You took your life as lovers often do But i could've told you, Vincent This world was never meant for one As beautiful as you.
I don't want tofu,
I'd rather have a mouthful of beef stew,
I don't want to be vegetarian,
Why eat beans when you can have steak instead?
I don't feel bad about,
Eating something that's dead,
So 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?
Don't waste your breath yelling at me,
About animal rights,
And how they should be free,
It's survival of the fittest,
And we're winning.
I don't feel bad about,
Eating something thats 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,
Don't ever take away from me my pornography
We obviously don't agree on what's obscene
I have the right to choose what I
Want to see and read
Don't try to take away from me
My right to privacy cause what I
Do is no one's business but me
So stay in your missionary position
I hope that you get bored to death
There's no way I'm going through life
Having vanilla sex
The government's trying to get into
Your bedroom you better lock your
Door and close your shades because
There could be someone watching you today
Why do you try to make things illegal
Why do we have to be 21
Are you afraid that people are having
Too much fun
Why do you care what I do in my bedroom
Why do you want to know how I screw
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
Turn this place
Into a fuckin' den!
Never thought it could happen to me
Again and now look at me
I'm alone, standing in my cell
Staring at the wall, living in hell
All my life, I never said when
Again, again and again
Breaking, smashing, and killing
I never knew when to quit
How much do they take, I should have stopped
Thought I'd never get caught
But I did, I got caught
Now I feel pretty stupid. Fuck!
I'm shitting shitting bricks
I'm shitting shitting bricks
I'm shitting shitting bricks
I'm shitting bricks by the dozen
I'm shitting shitting bricks
The quass
OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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
You gotta have friends, that don't betray
Friends that don't lie, friends you can trust
Some steal your girlfriend, some steal your money
Laugh at it later, they think it's funny
My friends
When you need something to fall back on
Good Friends let you fall on them
I can count my friends on one hand
My friends are in the band
My friends
Friday night we'll be drinkin' Manishevitz
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
We're the Brews
Sportin' anti-swastika tattoos
Oi Oi we're the boys
Hollywood is a breeding ground for assholes
Ego's get as big as Billy Corigans
Skinny girl eat some more food
Muscle man you look like a fucking freak
Hollywood is a nice place for the weekend
Not a place for a nice person to live
Movie Stars no one like you
How did you learn to be so fucking mean
Take me home sweet West Bay
Big women Stinky's peep show's
This thursday glamour pussy and some New York band
Los Angeles Uber Alles
Or at least thats what they like to believe
Boobzilla flattens out Dick Tokyo...Lets go
We meet in underground parking lots
And late night in coffee shops
With voices low unless we're drunk
We've got hats and cupped sunglasses
We question all that is wrong
We discuss conspiracy
Are we enemies of the state?
Or idealist bourgeoisie?
I'll get this one, put it on my card
I get frequent flyer mileage
And a booklet of upgrades
So next time I visit the third world
I won't have to fly second class
The people's revolution is gonna be a podcast
We took the bus to the anarchist book fair
I left the hybrid at home
I scored an extremely rare signed copy of the communist manifesto
We protested the G8, got maced by female police
In hot black uniforms and boots
I got one's e-mail address
Still I'm waiting to see if my bid on eBay was enough
To get 'Today's Empires Are Tomorrow's Ashes' on soviet red vinyl
It's going on the wall next to 'Tubthumper' and 'The Battle Of Los Angeles'
Of Los Angeles
Frank the new CEO had to answer to the board
the board was getting anxious
and the shareholders were on the bed
legs in air, asscheeks opened wide,
they were about to get fucked like it was their first time
when one makes 20 million that 10,000 people lose
what keeps that one from swallowing a shotgun
Dan, the company man
felt loyalty to the corp
after 16 years of service
and a family to support
he actually started to believe
the weaponry and chemicals were for national defense
But Danny had a mortgage, and a boss to answer to
the guilty don't feel guilty, they learn not to
Helen is living in her car, trying to feed her kids
she got laid off from work, and her house was repossesed
its hard to think clearly when its thirty eight degrees
desperate people have been known to render desperate deeds
but when she shot that family and moved into their home
the paper read she suffered from dementia
Mr. McCarthy 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 follow his heart
So he may be fucking her
But he's thinking about him
Catherine McKinnon does exist
She likes to call herself a feminist
A crusader who fights the patriarch
But what she really hates is sex
Erotic images opresss
debases women as a whole
Simple solutions created by black+white thinking
Too bad the world not work that way
Catherine should get busy porkin
That dolt Andrea Dworkin
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 don't love her
She really don't care
Can't you see my soul, on the record 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 resell 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
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 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 doesn'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 theologian ideals
His hopes may be false but his happiness is real
Don't try to judge him, he's just a man
Sometimes I feel my life is going 'round in circles
Beneath my eyes are bluish black
There's nothing new, no one I wanna talk to
Nothing I wanna think about, I got soul doubt
I stick My head out of the window, when it's closed
Instead of air, I get glass stuck in to my head
The city's sounding, and 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 am 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 dosen't fit into the 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 my head out of 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
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 shoot 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,
Excuses for our money
Is that religion
One more dollar for
What Jesus has given
Hell is free
But you might have to pay for heaven
One more dollar
Is that religion
Why? Why do you give all your
Money away
What makes you think
That you have to pay
Because if god is there
There?s no admission
No need to give
To be forgiven
Live your life with decision
Live your life not religion
She had lips like stereo,
With the bass and treble down.
She's got tits like microwaves
Burritos that explode.
What I wouldn't give to see her pee...
Betweem 2 parked cars,
On a well lit street,
Hey mister, can you spare some change?
What, what... what do you want from me, are you hungry?
No, I'm not hungry.
I was just wondering if you could spare a quarter, or a dime?
Uh, the time... it's about 3:30.
Uh no, not the time... I need a nickel or a dollar, my car's broke.
Screamin' for change!
Lady, can you spare any change?
{Hey lady, can you spare a quarter?}
I said lady, can you spare any change?
[You get away from me, you're filthy, go away!]
I said lady, can you spare any change?
{Well then how 'bout givin' me one of those cigarettes?}
I said lady, can you spare any change? [No]
Change [No], Change [No!], Change...
Screamin' for change!
Heard it first from Reagan youth,
Dead Kennedys and D.I. too.
Wanna burn the effigie,
From DRI to MDC.
Guess what nostalgia sucks,
But I miss the days of Reagan punk.
We all shared the same enemy,
From CFA to Shattered Faith.
Heard it first from Reagan youth,
Dead Kennedys and D.I. too.
Wanna burn, the effigie,
From DRI to MDC.
Guess what nostalgia sucks,
But I miss songs about Reagan sucks.
We all shared the same memory,
Its kind of hard to wear high heels
Or slip on bananna peels
How does she get in and out of tubs?
I hope she don't get mad
I hope she thinks this song is good not bad...
Cause we think that she's totally rad she's nubs
No fingers no toes, she doesn't own elbows
No foot and teeth, no nobby knees to knock
She don't need knuckles or hands
To go see punk rock bands
She's always in the stands she's nubs
She can't pick up the phone
She can't get dressed alone
She's got no funny bone she's nubs
No shoe's, for feet; we sure do think she's neat
She's nubs, she's nubs, she's nubs
I asked her if she'd want a drink,
I asked her if she'd like two on two
I asked her to go out to the bar, for my friends
But all she said is no thanks no and no
Its time for us to leave, so i grabbed onto her sleeve.
Told her i'd see her at the next club
She got into a pack, some guy put her on his back
She said goodbye and kinda waved her stub
She's got beautiful eyes
Without calves and things
But without abs and thighs she's nubs
It's hard to get good head, or get tied to a bed
When all you've got is a body and head she's nubs.
She's nubs x6
Oh she may not walk the walk
And she may not like to talk
But boy she sure knows how to rock. She's nubs
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
Crazier than GG, More pc than EN
Got colored teeth like johnny
Exudes a vicious disposition
His hair sticks out like colins did, he jumps
Similar to springa you, he points his middle finga
Not just the 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
ah Hell he's even more punk than me!
He shoulda been on the cover
He shoulda been on the cover
he shoulda been on the cover of punk and disorderly
One time weekly rate
12 by 12 foot room
Strapped down to the bed
Now pump up the valium
My mind is wide asleep
My conscience deep awake
The promises I keep
Are not the ones I make
I count the caustic causes
I lost count of regrets
A surplus of good intentions
Don't provide me with content
All I want is just a little content
One time monthly rate
Still no breathing room
Pressure's building up
So pump up the valium
I choose the beaten path
I've been to where it leads
Why I keep coming back
A mystery to me
I found what I've been seeking
It's too late for me to care
My aspiration's leaking
From a hole I can't repair
Maybe I just don't want it repaired
Stop! Have a beer it's on me
Has anyone ever told you that you
That you look like a star
Said right here, at this bar
So I drink, cause it makes me
Happier than being alone.
My good friend, Johnny Walker
Keeps me warm like a cunt
Seems like everybody's got
Something I have not,
A reason not to die
Death to Mr. Right
Cause that's not me
Seems like everybody's got
Something I have not,
A reason not to die
So I say death to Mr. Right
You fight for peace,
But wheres the war?
What the fuck are doing this for?
You say disarment, thats the key,
Well thats not they way it looks to me.
You wear your leather jacket,
Dut you won't eat meat.
Piece punk, get drunk, sake your 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 a leather jacket,
But you wont 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?
give it up for workin stiffs
and those who sell their bodies,time and future
the popular people who can shout and spread
a catchy rationalization
lets give a cheer for androids, robots,
servants and their masters
"blind leading the blind" and "slavery is freedom"
starts to resound
everyone knew madison
she came to hollywood
a couple buttons short
couldnt keep her story straight
she had a drawer full of poisons,
punctures, pictures of victims
of course someone asks are they still victims if
they never realize it? go ask a PA minor
breathing blackness smoking 3 pack camels
loyal americans who love their collar colored
for 40 hours a spade is still a spade, a collar is still
a collar whether it be blue or white
its still around your neck, the silk leash nice and tight
your wife helped pick it out the irony is
that your worked 3 hours for it you wish you
could ignore it
you're a hooker.
start to realize its true
they sniff their coke you huff your glue
pimps and prostitutes
buisnessmen in monkey suits
on their knees
licking corporate boots
suckin up jumping through hoops
pimps and wall street ho's
work the street in business clothes
blows jobs, rimming, sucking cock,
they're getting laid while you're getting laid off.
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?
How did the cat get so fat?
How did the cat get so fat?
no sleep 'til Fuckneckville, it's kind of funny you may not realize it until
phone call stop, can't get laid, you find out where the parties were some time the next day
one way ticket to seclusion, now your losin'
one way ticket to alienation, you're an inside joke
is everybody supposed to be impressed with your ability to make us feel less significant than you
we're all chippin' in the purchase you a one way first class ticket outta town
millions sold, a mega star, there's a million assholes with ten million guitars
enjoy it now, soon it ends, suddenly you find yourself without any friends
one way ticket to isolation, you can hang with you
you've been given a citation for excessive social faux pas and obnoxiousness
go ahead keep telling us your fifteen-minute stories about what you had for breakfast then for lunch
we're all chippin' for one big humble pie, we're gonna smash it in your face
go ahead tell us about your last great sold out concert and how your new record's gonna top the charts
we don't care 'bout your expenses, we just wanna have a laugh at your expense
No class, no job
I'm just a victim of society a slob
No ass, no head
I gotta go home and jack off instead
No mind, no kind
My brain is jelly and my memory is blind
No way, no way
I cannot live in a world this gay
No way!
I've got no problems
Sitting by yourself,
No 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,
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 drugs in my food,
Took my squirt gun,
and made it a bong.
My sister's name is Mary-Jane,
For you my heart was yearning
And how I loved you so
It's cause of you
My dick is burning
Why can't I do what I want
Why must I do what my parents want
I gotta live by Mom's rules
I gotta live by Mom's rules
I gotta live by Mom's rules
I gotta live by Mom's rules
I gotta live by Mom's rules
My name is mister Jones I get inside your bones I know just how
to make you tweek 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 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 Mr. Jones do I still have any choice ?
Partly owned tuder house
Wooden white picket fence
Mother waits for father
In a backless dress
Hardly used diaphram
Put back into it's case
A one way trip down memory lane
As she awaits
I don't wanna know
Cheat me
I don't wanna know
Children play in the yard
Mother stares at a wall
Father says he's gonna be back late
So don't wait up
About a quarter to 3
Father stares at a wall
Stained thicker than water
Who's gonna clean it up?
I don't wanna know
Cheat me
I don't wanna know
Partly owned tuder house
Wooden white picket fence
Mother waits for father
In a backless dress
Hardly used diaphram
Put back into it's case
A one way trip down memory lane
As she awaits
I don't wanna know
Cheat me
Liza's had enough of men
She said she won't get burned again
She said they don't know how to fuck
Her last boyfriend's a schmuck
Shared with her a nice disease
He kept her passive on her knees
Til one day she took his car
And drove into the city
Liza had put down a few
When she met this girl named Lou
Who convinced her to go home with her
She said, "My name's Louise
Now will you take off your clothes please?
I want to take you to the moon and back
So get on your back."
With a flick of the tongue
She made her scream
She made her laugh
She made her dance
She was happy for the first time
And you know she wanted more
Now with her legs spread wider
She needed to have Louise inside her
She said, "I'll never forget the first time
You kissed me, now I want you to fist me."
Louise didn't need a second invitation
She knew just what to do
Yeah, she knew just what to do
Liza had cum a few times before
But she had never even seen the door
Into the world of pleasures of the flesh
She felt just like 16
And her life before now was a dream
Or even a nightmare thats over and done
Just like warm healing rays
Shining from the sun
She made her scream
She made her laugh
She made her dance
She was happy for the first time
And you know she wanted more
You know she wanted more
You know she wanted more
She's been around a couple years
Tasted 31 flavors, there's only one
She really hates,
That would be vanilla
The blandest one don't make her scream
And that's what she likes to hear the most
Liza's been around the block
She's currently a femme bitch top
A giant step from old Louise
Now she's the one who's on the prey
She used to wear her hair short low
Determing her preference
She didn't like that dynamic
Trading in her flannel shirts
She even bought herself some boots
Miss Terrence sellers any
She's got more power feminine
She knows the power incites fear
And it's that fear
Which makes her wet
She's goin to the Tribe 8 show
Plenty of boychicks to choose from
It's the calyx of isis
She'll find a bottom young + butch
She'll tell her
"I won't hurt you much
Unless of course
you want me to.p>"She's been around a couple years
Tasted 31 flavors, there's only one
Last night was really fun, that's what I heard from almost everyone
I got a hand stamp but not a first hand account
I don't remember what booze I drank, I'm not sure what kind of drugs were done
Without any account can you count it as fun?
I don't remember what notes to play, I don't remember the words I sing
Was it a good show if you can't remember a thing?
Who sharpied 'slut' on my forehead?
How did this blood get on my shirt?
Was it aggravated assault if you're the only one who got hurt?
I might have met her on myspace, I think I went over to her place
Does it count as sex if you can't remember her face?
I dislocated my knee how come my bedroom smells like piss?
Was it a good time? What did we talk about?
Afternoon fades to blackout
Who's number is this on my hand?
Why do I have shoes without socks?
Maybe this is the right time for a supervised detox
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'
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