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Hey kids!
Hey dad! What do you want to do today? We don't know! Do you want to go to the matinee? No! Do you want to go to the amusement park? No! Do you want to go to the punk rock show? YEAH! Let's go to the punk rock show!! Lost in a sea of combat boots, flush the bouncers with wasted youth When did punk rock become so safe, when did the scene become a joke The kids who used to live for beer and speed now want their fries and coke Cursing and (flipping) birds are not allowed, in fact let's keep noise levels down MUST SEPARATE THE CHURCH AND SKATE Why don't we put pads on the kids, helmets, head gear and mouth pieces Then we could pad the floors and walls, put cameras inside bathroom stalls We make sure only nice bands play, make every show a matinee Teach kids to be all they can be, and we could sing my country 'tis of thee Sweet land of liberty, BLEH! When did punk rock become so safe I know it wasn't Duane or Fletcher, who put up the barricades Like a stake in the heart, somehow we got driven apart I want conflict I want dissent, I want the scene to represent Our hatred of authority, our fight against complacency Stop singing songs about girls and love, you killed the owl you freed the dove Confrontation and politics replaced with harmonies and shticks When did punk rock become so tame, these fucking bands all sound the same We want our fights we want our thugs, we want our burns we want our drugs Where is the violent apathy, these fuckin' records rated G WHEN DID PUNK ROCK BECOME SO SAFE? |
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| 2. |
| 2:32 |
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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, ass cheeks opened wide they were about to get fucked like it was their first time when one makes 20 million, and 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 cuz 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, and trying to feed her kids she got laid off of work and her house was repossessed it's hard to think clearly when it's 38 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 demetia |
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| 2:25 |
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I never thought about the uiverse,
it made me feel small never thought about the problems of this planet at all Global warming, radio-active sites, Imperialistic wrongs and animal rights! No! Why think of all the bad things when life is so good? why help with an 'am' when there's always a 'could'? outside of california, it'foreign policy I don't want changes, I have no reactions Your dilemmas are my distractions [Chorus] That's no way to go, Franco Un-American No way to go, Franco Un-American No way to go, Franco Un-American No way to go, Franco, Franco Un-American I never looked around, never second-guessed Then I read some Howard Zinn Now I'm always depressed and now i can't sleep from years of apathy All beacause I read a little Noam chomsky I'm eating vagetation, 'cause of Fast Food Nation! I'm wearing uncomfortable shoes , 'cause of Golbalization I'm watching Michael Moore expose the awful truth I'm listening to Public Enemy and Reagan Youth I see no world peace 'cause of zealous armed forces I eat no breath-mints 'cause they're from de-hoofed horses Now I can't belive; what an absolute failure The president's laughing 'cause we voted For Nader [Chorus] That's no way to go, Franco Un-American No way to go, Franco Un-American No way to go, Franco Un-American Where can we go, Franco, Franco Un-American I want to move north and be a Canadian Or hang down low with the nice Austrailians I don't want to be another "I-don't-care"-ican What are we gonna do, "Franco, Franco Un-American" |
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| 4. |
| 3:21 |
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It's not the right time to be sober now the idiot's have taken over spreading like a social cancer, is there an answer? Mensa membership exeeding tell me why and how are all the stupid people breeding Watson, it's really elementary the industrial revolution has flipped the bitch on evolution the benevolent and the wise are being thwarted, ostracised, what a bummer the world keeps getting dumber insensitivity is standard and faith is being fancied over reason Darwin's rollin over in his coffin the fittest are surviving much less often now everything seems to be reversing, and it's worsening someone flopped a steamer in the genepool now angry mob mentality's not the exception, it's the rule and I'm starting to feel a lot like Charlton Heston stranded on a primate planet apes and orangutans that ran it to the ground with the generals and the armies that obeyed them followers following fables philosophies that enable them to rule without regard There's no point for democracy when ignorance is celebrated political scientists get the one same vote as some Arkansaw inbred majority rule, don't WORK in mental institutions sometimes the smallest softest voice carries the grand biggest solutions What are we left with? a nation of god-fearing pregnant nationalists who feel it's their duty to populate the homeland pass on traditions how to get ahead religions And prosperity via simpleton culture The Idiot's Are Takin' Over |
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| 2:05 |
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It's kinda hard to wear high heels, or slip on banana peels
How does she get in and out of tubs I hope she dont 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 phalanges no knobby 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 a phone, she can't get dressed alone She's got no funny bone, she's nubs No shoes for feet but we sure do think she's neat, she's nubs, she's nubs, she's nubs. I asked her if she want a drink, I asked her if she liked Toronto, I asked her to go out to the bar, but all she said was no thanks, no and no It was time for us to leave, so I grabbed and shook her sleeve and told her I'd see her at the next club she got into a pack and some guy put her on his back, she said goodbye and kinda waved her stub She's got beauitful eyes, and breasts regular size, but without calves and thighs, she's nubs It's hard to give good head or get tied to a bed, when all you've got is a body and head, she's nubs She's nubs, She's nubs, She's nubs... 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. |
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| 6. |
| 2:29 |
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There's a places some of us choose to live
gated community, cops can't come in A neighborhood for punks over the hill We're 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, space invaders and missle 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 shuffle board 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 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 staying up Nathan Matt and Dad are passing out When California cracks we're all goin' down |
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| 2:53 |
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She's a painting outta focus with no good sense of intention she's authentic
She's 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 without 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 time will tell us If she's a lifer or a decomposuer she's the rose no one really knows |
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| 0:35 |
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Medio-core
It's not forsaken The music they're makin' Will leave you with a feeling of indifference How was the band? They were okay (okay) Not great (all right) But pretty good They played the songs I knew they would Some old Some new The same formula stays true We can conquer It's medio-core Sing Sing a song Make it simple So all the kids can sing along (ahh) Sing along (ahh) The list keeps growin' The melodies been stolen Remind me of songs sung in the 70's You might fool the kids But you don't fool me Have you ever heard of something called aboriginality? Is it absurd To compose music no one's ever heard Predictability Like a bussom will comfort them My one true foe L.C.D. (Medio-core) It's upper powered The riffs are all deflowered (Medio-core) It's spreading faster Than British tooth decay (Medio-core) Are you ready to rock? How ya'll doing tonight? (Medio-core) You condescending fucks Make me wanna laugh and puke at the same time. (Medio-core) I want to speak This song sounds like fifteen you've heard before Medio-core Sing Sing a song Make it simple So all the kids can sing along (ahh) Sing along (ahh) |
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| 2:54 |
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Got an invitation to Anarchy Camp
There will be twistin', fistin', biting, fighting all in an evening The soundtrack will go multi platinum Barbecue and pogoes while the effigies burn You may not wanna stay to see how we take care of a turncoat Christiania's kinda far away So come along with me Better get the manual and put it in the oven till it cooks We're gonna take the ashes to the wassail Rules of Anarchy Camp: reckless abandonment, random acts of dumbness will be rewarded If you see somebody taking charge, you'll be expected to beat them 'Cause everyone who's no one, will be participating No one who is someone, will ever get to know the joys of anarchism Destruction of the system So come along with us Salad days and nights on the anarchaic bus We're gonna pick up indigents and crusties and a half a dozen nuts And we're never coming home Underwater basket-weaving Methamphetamine symposiums African killer spelling bees Bowling in ice hockey rinks Anarchy Camp's never inert You think we don't know that it's not much fun till someone gets hurt So we're greasing up the rusty vert ramp Time to make some reservations for next year's Anarchy Camp |
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| 1:52 |
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It's okay don't be ashamed allow yourself a little hate, I really hate hate haters
A little hate is not so bad, when directed at injustice and evil doers You can turn the other cheek, but don't turn the other way, indifference is our biggest threat Enemy of the planet we finally have a common cause a catalyst A reason to forget about our differences and stand as a united front it's up to us To expose and humiliate the errorists, the american errorists, we'll start with one I know just one, the war has begun |
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| 11. |
| 2:03 |
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I thought you were the one when I heard Holidays in the sun come from your bedroom
but my mind started to stray when I saw Youth of Today mixed with your singles what's with this underdog and this GNR EP? I don't think Hanoi rocks and i don't want your Paul Stanley next to my Subhumans gatefold I'm not trying to be a jerk but I don't think this record mergers gonna work but when I saw Christ on Parade, and This is Boston, Not LA I knew you were the one I knew you were for me when I saw the first Vandals EP I found SNFU and cool I owned that record too seems we both had Social Unrest and sung "she's a pervert nurse" we both had the first pressing of How Could Hell Be Any Worse I knew you were the one so now we got two Earth ADs and we got two Killing Jokes we got two Adolescents two Peni's and two The Crews we got two Someone Got Their Head Kicked Ins we got two Declines, two Damaged and two Jelous Agains, I knew you were the one when i saw Machine Gun Etiquette i knew you were the one when i saw the Peace War comp we got two Articles of Faith, 31 minutes of group sex we got a couple of Avengers, and a pair of Out Of Steps we got 2 What We Do Is Secret, we got 2 TSOL's we got 2 Freedom Of Choices we got two Three Hits From Hells i knew you were the one |
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| 1:55 |
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The first time I saw the Descendents,
They were the fastest band I'd ever seen. No one in the crowd really cared for them, We were waiting for the Alley Cats to play. After a couple months I heard Kabuki Girl, On Rodney on the Roq late Sunday night. That was enough, for me I hopped the bus, To licorice pizza and bought my all time favorite record. The next time I went to the whiskey, It was DOA with millions of Dead Cops. The latter band played faster than I could believe, But the Songs sounded the same and kinda sucked. 'Cept John Wayne was a nazi, And Joey Shithead was a drunk. Then John Macias beat some hippie to a pulp, Cuz Having long hair was a mistake. The third time I went to the hospital, I needed 13 stitches in my head. I managed to catch about 6 songs of Ill Repute, Then some suicidal threw me into a post. My girlfriend started to cry cuz we had to leave, Before DRI played 50 lousy songs. My blood stained shirt smelled of clove cigarettes, But it sure looked pretty cool after a wash. |
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| 14. |
| 2:49 |
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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, 'cause I never feard consequences Hate regrets more than apologies A year has passed, like photographs, my life is just A scrapbook of old friends and faded memories Looks like I pulled the rub 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 |
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