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'Til the Walls Come Down
01:55
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We are the wave of the future, but in love with the past
Did you really think punk rock wouldn't last?
We may fade away, but rock and roll is here to stay
Load it up, take it out, set it all up
Yeah, rock this joint 'til the walls come down
Burn that bridge when it's time to cross
Pedal to the metal, and I feel real boss
10:30 gig on a Saturday night
10:30 gig and I feel alright
We're gonna load it up, take it out, set it all up
Yeah, rock this joint 'til the walls come down
Club owner says it's time to go
PA man, he wanna steal my show
I grab another beer, I give it a chug
I say, "Come over here if you wanna pull my plug"
Burn that bridge down to the ground
There's the door if you don't like this sound
You'll all fade away, but punk rock is here to stay
Load it up, take it out, set it all up
Yeah, rock this joint 'til the walls come down
We are the wave of the future, but in love with the past
Did you really think our music wouldn't last?
You'll all fade away, but Oi! Oi! Oi! is here to stay
Load it up, take it out, set it all up
Yeah, rock this joint 'til the walls come down
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2. |
Sloppy Drunk
03:07
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I burned my bridges to the ground
Nothin' to do in this town
Vacant buildings and dead end streets is all I ever meet
Little black pills with yellow stripes
I took 'em and I stayed up all night
i can be mean if you want me to
i don't trust you, I don't trust you
I'm gonna get sloppy drunk
Nothin' to do in this town
Nothin' to do for a punk
I'm gonna get sloppy drunk
You pour the salt in the wound
I lick it out and drink some booze
Turn on my radio, now the bridge is ready to blow
2 a.m. and we're just gettin' started
Drinkin' that whiskey 'til we're all retarded
I can be mean if you want me to
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I got drunk last Saturday night
I was cursing everything in sight
Acting like a nance, in my underpants
Drank some more, and then I started a fight
Felt so good when I pissed myself
Who said drinkin' is bad for your health?
'Cuz when I got that bottle in my hand
They call me the whiskey man
Whiskey man, whiskey man, kickin' & swingin' like Jackie Chan
Woke up on Sunday, started drinkin' again
Finished that bottle by 9:45
Playin' rock 'n roll on the stereo
Singin' along, and pissin' off my friends
Went outside in my underwear
Started screaming about how I don't care
Throwin' up on the lawn again
That's okay I'm the whiskey man
Party and party, and party some more
Passin' out, passin' out on the floor
Drink and drink 'til you can't drink no more
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4. |
The Runs - Square Peg
02:35
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(lyrics by Jonathan Kent)
Don't you look stupid with your suit and tie, smokin' cheap cigars
No one cares if you're a business man 'cause you'll never get far
Just a square, a square in my book
Givin' me a dirty look
Just a square, nobody cares, nobody gives a shit about you
Do you talk yourself up in the mirror, pretending you're alright?
Selling product, you're a businessman
Excuse me, I don't have all night
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5. |
Pornographic Mama
01:33
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You're so fine, you're on my mind all the time
I got the rockin' pneumonia, baby, I ain't fine
I got a problem and you ain't the solution
My morals diluted, and my mind is polluted and you're the pollution
I'm sick. You are, too
I ain't talkin' about the kind of sick that's like the flu
I got a problem and you ain't the solution
My morals diluted, and my mind is polluted and you're the pollution
I got a problem more like a disease
Please now, baby, baby, don't you start to tease
I got a problem and you ain't the solution
My morals diluted, and my mind is polluted and you're the pollution
See you all the time on my TV set
Pornographic mama, let me be your pet
I got a problem and you ain't the solution
My morals diluted, and my mind is polluted and you're the pollution
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She’s the one you’ve been lookin’ for
The pretty undead girl next door
Pasty skin and unkempt hair
Cuts and bruises everywhere
The vacant look that’s on her face
She’s always starin’ into space
She don’t care, yeah, this much is true
But she’s gonna come for you
That bitch is a zombie (zombie)
That bitch is a zombie, that bitch is a zombie (zombie)
She’s a fucking zombie, that bitch is a zombie (zombie)
She’s a fucking zombie, that bitch is a zombie (zombie)
She’s a zombie and she’s gonna come for you
Come for you, come for you, she’s gonna come for you
She likes to moan and she likes to hiss
She smells like rotten shit and piss
She shuffles left and she shuffles right
She never goes to sleep at night
The vacant look that’s on her face
She’s always starin’ into space
She don’t care, yeah, this much is true
But she’s gonna come for you
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Mommy said I can't be a punk no more
She gave all my records to the record store
She burned all my clothes and bought me a sweater
She took all the patches off my punk rock leather
Mommy took acid back in 1969
Just another hippie in the picket line
Now she's in an office workin' 9 to 5
Joining the ranks of all the fascist swine
Mommy said I can't be a punk no more
She's busy in the kitchen campaigning for Al Gore
Now she tries to act like she's above it
I know it's only rock 'n roll but mommy I love it!
Sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll was just a disguise
Bellbottoms and long hair turned to suits and ties
Now they tell us none of our shit flies
I guess flower power was just a pack of fucking lies
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8. |
TV Rays
03:02
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Don't sit too close, it'll burn your eyes
Don't you try to analyze
It'll make you stupid and rot your brain
It'll even make you go insane
TV rays, TV rays
Radioactive TV rays
TV rays, TV rays
Feedin' into my TV brain
Surfin' the channels on a Thursday night
Late night programming, it's a fright
Got no money, got no girl
I watch the TV to learn about the world
Gimme gimme black and white
Gimme some gore
Sci-Fi original, gimme some more
Black and blue and
Black and white
There's no happy ending for a horror movie life
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You say it's time to play, but first thing's first
Been awake all day, and I got me a thirst
The straight edge kids say it's not true
But when it's time to go, I know what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna drink
Drink, drink, drink!
'Cause beer is a necessity, beer is a necessity
Sobriety ain't got no pull in the world of punk rock 'n roll
You say your body's your temple
I don't give a rat's ass
It's not a bad habit, it's workin' class
40 ounces and I'm ready to go, 'cause
What we do before and after the show, we're gonna drink...
Well, good times come and good times go
But when I get a couple in me, let the good times roll
We're just a buncha rowdy drunks comin' through your town
And if there isn't any booze we're gonna burn it down, so let's drink...
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When I can't find much else to do
I'll tell you what I'd like to do
I wanna get my hands dirty, I wanna dig through the trash with you
The garbage can is where it's at, there's lots of neat stuff you can find
What once was yours, now is mine
Soda cans and orange rinds
One man's shit is another man's chocolate bar
Finders keepers, losers weepers
One more for the back seat of my car
Come with me and I'll show you a world that's not completely new
We can walk along the beach
I wanna dumpster dive with you
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Living my life on a dead end street
Having a beer 'cause my soul's been beat
Take it down by the 40 oz.
Fuck the world, what does it mean?
It means I'm fucked, from what I've seen
Poor is what they want us to be
So raise your glass to poverty
Let's have a toast to you and me
Beat down by society
I see how they look at me
Fuck them, and what they see
They don't know shit about me
I work every day just to survive
Some days it feels like I'm killin' time
So I'll drink until the end of me
The booze and the music will set me free
Same old shit no matter what they say
So I say farewell to another day
Gimme the booze, I got nothin' to lose
I choose to drink my blues away
Got your problems, and I got mine
Leave 'em at home and let's have a good time
If only temporarily, the booze and the music will set us free
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Journey to Planet Zebes
02:53
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(Instrumental)
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14. |
Baggy Pants
01:30
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Hey kids, there's a brand new trend
Individual style is coming to an end
Cookie-cutter shit has taken over
Over, and over, and over again
Gimme 60 dollars, I gotta get me a pair
Baggy pants are really rad
Hot topic is where I get my pants
Check out my bondage pants
They help me safety dance
So bright and squeaky clean
They're baggy and saggy and neon green
I bought this neato belt
Thought up by someone else
It doesn't matter anyway
I'm a nonconformist like everyone else
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15. |
Artless Nonculture
03:34
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I'm a man of simple means
I belch and fart with the greatest of ease
I even laugh at the stupidest shit
I guess you just can't handle it
I get shit for the way that I dress
My wrinkled clothes, my hair's a mess
If you want me to change my ways
I guess I better go
And if you see me scratch my ass
Look the other way
And if you're wonderin' why I'm alive
Here's what I got to say
I'm an artless nonculture, I'm an unkempt slob
Maybe unsophisticated, you can suck on my knob
I'm an artless nonculture, I'm an SOB
You can stuff your culture, just let me be
I've been seen at punk rock shows, rollin' on the floor
Driving from the beer distributor to the liquor store
I don't wax philosophy, couldn't give a fuck about history
Just take one look at me, it ain't a mystery
And if you see me coming, just cross the street
And if you smell a wet one, you better believe it was me
I'm not a fan of culture
It's for the rich
Artsy-fartsy way of life
It makes me sick
Stuck up fuck-ups in Armani suits
Livin' off of Daddy's loot
If they give you dirty looks, just give that dirty cunt the boot
And if you see me comin'... scratching my ass
Look the other way, here's what I've gotta say
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I live in the sticks
Runnin' the streets of the sticks
Outskirt kids tryin' to get a fix
Backwoods hillbilly punk rock hicks
Drinkin' some beers on a Friday night
Sittin' round a campfire, alright
Listenin' to Iggy, I got a right
Rural streetpunks stay up all night
Here we are, we're givin' you the creeps
Streetpunks without the streets
Unnerving everyone we meet
Streetpunks without the streets
We don't live on the shitty side of town
We're not from the streets, but we love that sound
Don't worry about the neighbors, cause there's no one around
Everything we do, we run it into the ground
Drinkin' some beers on a Friday night
Sitting on the porch and I feel alright
Ain't gonna stop 'til the morning light
Rural streetpunks stay up all night!
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All these bands with their technical skill
You can play lots of notes- Big deal!
I bet you practice 6 hours a night
You're happy as a clam when your band sounds tight
If it doesn't come naturally, you'll never make it
You're not good actually, you just fake it
You practice all the time, but look where you're at
Practice makes pathetic, everyone knows that
Kept on trying 'til I wrote a second verse
I liked you fuckin' better when you didn't rehearse
Think you're getting better but you're only getting worse
You don't realize that your refinement is a curse
This is the first time he ever played guitar
We've never even rehearsed- Look how good we are!
This is the first time we ever played this song
I didn't write the lyrics. Most of them are wrong
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It's time to shit or get off the proverbial pot
Unfit... My stomach's in a knot
So here I sit, alone and broken-hearted
Paid a dime and all this time
I haven't even gotten started
So where do we go from here?
Something must be wrong
It's the end of my career
I thought that I was strong
Maybe it's too much beer
Been racking my brain all night long
What do we have to fear?
What the fuck do we call this song?
Been tied down to this chair
It's mental constipation
It's more than I can bear
Can't find no inspiration
Don't try to help me out
You'll just break my concentration
And all the expectations, they just add to my frustration
Well maybe it's a problem with my brain
I can't articulate the words I wanna say
Perhaps I've said all there is to be said
Maybe mommy dropped me on my head
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Ghetto Fab
03:30
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I bling bling with stainless steel
Fill my pockets with dollar bills
Don't diss me, I'm keepin' it real
I'm ghetto fab, ghetto fab
Dents and stickers all over my ride
Chrome valve caps on the passenger side
You can't run and you can't hide
I'm ghetto fab, ghetto fab
Ramen noodles for everyone!
Yeah yeah, I'm ghetto fab
Yeah yeah, I'm ghetto fab
Don't get smart, son, I'm your dad
I'm ghetto fab, ghetto fab
I like Koolaid and PB&J
Stay in bed through half the day
I'm not "dumb," and I'm not "gay"
I'm ghetto fab, ghetto fab
Don't smoke cheeba, don't smoke crack
Sophistication is something I lack
Get your momma off my back
I'm ghetto fab, ghetto fab
I shit gold nuggets!
Gettin' jiggy with it!
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20. |
Don't Come Back
03:44
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Yeah, yeah
I'll get by without you
You never understood me anyway
Oh well, I guess that I can live without you
Maybe we'll meet again someday
I couldn't give you what you're looking for
You won't see me, I ain't comin' around no more
Can't stand to see you
I don't know what to do
Don't call me I'll call you
So long, I can't wait forever
Why should I have to waste my time?
Go on, and make yourself a new life
You might be surprised at what you find
But don't come back
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Do the ass scoot boogie
Do the ass scoot now
Do the ass scoot boogie
Do the ass scoot now
It ain't the boot scoot, it ain't the poop scoop
It's the ass scoot, do it, do the ass scoot
Now baby you can feel it, if ya got the shakes
You can pogo all over 'til you make earthquakes
Well the Boogieman only comes once a year
Or maybe twice, maybe baby, have no fear
Drag it, baby
Alright, boys, let's get a little quiet right here
Throw yourself down on the ground
And then you wiggle your ass all around
And then you drag that thing across the floor
Well baby, if ya had worms before, uh, no more
Well you know I get crazy when I get that feeling
Wanna drag my buttocks across the ceiling
Something takes me to another place
Well maybe in my subconscious or in outerspace
Yeah you know where I'll be found, down on the dirty ground
Doin' the ass scoot, do it, do the ass scoot
Drag that thing, baby!
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22. |
I Won't Cry
01:41
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I got hit in the head with a bat
I got hit in the head with a bat
I got hit in the head with a bat
I got hit in the head with a bat
I got hit in the head with a bat, but I won't cry.
I got hit in the head with a bat
I got hit in the head with a bat
I got hit in the head with a bat
I got hit in the head with a bat
I got hit in the head with a bat, but I won't cry.
I won't cry and I won't die
It's just a blood stain on my shirt
I won't cry and I won't die
But that bat really fuckin' hurt
I got hit in the head with a bat
I got hit in the head with a bat
I got hit in the head with a bat
I got hit in the head with a bat
I got hit in the head with a bat, but I won't cry.
(instrumental bit)
I got hit in the head with a bat
I got hit in the head with a bat
I got hit in the head with a bat
I got hit in the head with a bat
I got hit in the head with a bat, but I won't cry.
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(Lyrics by Ryan Bower and Sam Sinister)
She's pretentious, a hip agnostic
Your best friend if you can get good weed
She's a writer, kinda plastic
Convoluted, yet so pristine
She reads Nietzsche in the middle of a donut shop
Wannabe Bohemian who works in a coffee shop
She's god's gift to all the emo boys
That ain't me, Oi! Oi! Oi!
She likes indie bands and bad poetry
She'll like anything that gives her credibility
She's a feminist
An existentialist
A hipster fascist, and that's why she isn't into me
She's at the Beehive Smokin' Pall Mall cigarettes
Ramen noodles is the new hip meal
Went to a record store for Captain Beefheart
But then she settled for Captain and Tinnille
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Now I Wanna Go to Sleep
02:31
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Now I wanna go to sleep, I can't stay awake
Got me feelin' sleepy, baby. How much can I take?
You always talk about you
You never talk about nothin', baby
You always talk about you
You never wanna do nothin' lately
Now I wanna go to sleep, you're boring me to tears
I don't wanna get high with you
Don't wanna hear about your fears
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Teen Wolf
02:59
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I got a little itch and it's driving me wild
I've had this little problem since I was a child
I wake up outside, face-down in the mud
A self-styled maniac, I'm out for blood
The world's a scary place? yeah, you don't have a clue
Cause I'm a teen wolf, baby, and I'm comin' for you
The full moon's out, and the time is right
For steppin' out, so I can get a bite
I spot a little honey who's just my style
no one can hear you scream, there's not a soul for miles
The chase is on, and you don't know what to do
Cause I'm a teen wolf, baby, and I'm comin' for you
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I hate this place, but I can't leave
Suffocation, I can't breathe
Everybody's so complacent
I hate this place, but I can't change it
This city's dead
Television or petty crime - how will you spend your free time?
A pack of smokes and a case of beer
Another work week's almost here
Idle hands with an idle education
The city's empty plans for rejuvenation
Gimme somethin' to pass my time, divert my attention from the Greyhound station
Disco plays on the oldies station
I switch the radio off
All the other frequencies are too boring and too soft
Local bands all sound like shit, or break up like a teenage love
Won't have my idle hands involved in any of the above
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All the Way to the Bank
05:43
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Workin' my fingers right down to the bone
layoffs provide no enjoyment
Food, cigarettes, booze, insurance, and gas
All paid for by unemployment
there's a light at the end of the tunnel
But it still looks so far away
I'm more worn out than the soles of my shoes
At the end of the day
2-for-1 deal at the thrift store, although the selection is bad
And though I am thrifty, for a dollar fifty
There isn't a lot to be had
The holes in my jeans come from natural means
Making me look like a drifter
Not much to show for the hours I've spent
making some rich fucker richer
So sick and tired of just gettin' by
Tired of just barely livin'
Must be a hole in my pocket the size of Detroit
That makes sure I lose all I'm given
Scrapin' my pennies for a loaf of bread
Sometimes i think I'd be better off dead
What can I take for this pain in my head?
Should go to bed, but I go drinkin' instead, so I say
Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha
Laugh all the way to the bank
Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha
Then go to the bar and get tanked
I'm not complainin', just stating a fact
It's hard to get by with no money
Gotta make your own fun when you've got lack of funds
See life and death as somethin' funny
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
But it still looks so far away
I'm more worn out than the soles of my shoes
At the end of the day
Number on my paycheck won't cover the bills
So I spend it on frivolous stuff
Can't get what I want, but I take what I can get
I'm thankful for what I have, but it's still not enough, so I say
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