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El Hefe:
Man I haven't slept in two days. I've been on booze straight ... I, my throat's all -... Fat Mike (interrupts): I saw him do drugs and it, and it was looking like powder. El Hefe (in the back to Mike): I'll see that hand ... Melvin: ... WHAT? El Hefe: This is a live record, you guys are all on a record tonight. Fat Mike: Yeah, 't is for the record. Now we wanna hear that, we wanna hear that yelling shit, we wanna hear the ... There ya go, "fuck off!" El hefe: Lotsa cuss words. Damn, they're throwin' shit at us... Fat Mike: Man last night they threw ice, tonight they're throwing lit cigaretes, that's not cool. Ooow! Melvin: Yeah more ice, throw some ice ... Unknown: Okay that's enough. Fat Mike: Alright look, I don't need to hear about how shitty my hair looks, 'cause I know all about it! Audiance guy: Get a haircut! Unknwon: So uh ... Fat Mike: Really we, we're, we're just about to play. Tell 'em 'bout it Eric. Eric: Yeah. Melvin: Yup. Unknown: Would you guys shut the fuck up and play a song already! Fat Mike: Oh, okay. El Hefe: I'm sorry. Fat Mike: You see the first time we played I was wasted and that was fun, now you know, I'm sober now, so ... How much fun can you have when you're sober? Huh? Not that much! El hefe: Okay, okay here we go -... El Hefe singing Face To Face "You've Done Nothing": One, two, one, two three! You don't know what you wanna be! You don't know what you wanna be! You got nothing... Fat Mike: You don't know what you wanna be ... you don't know anything ... El Hefe: Aahahahuh! |
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| 2. |
| 2:15 |
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Possesions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy (Cause I got none) Well that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar And a dog named dog who pisses on my floor That's right, I've got a floor So what, so what, so what? I've got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes Where everything imporatnt to me just seems to fall right down my leg and on the floor My closest friend linoleum Linoleum Supports my head, gives me something to believe That's me on the beachside combing the sand Metal meter in my hand Sporting a pocket full of change That's me on the street with a violin under my chin Playing with a grin, singing gibberish That's me on the back of the bus That's me in the cell That's me inside your head That's me inside your head |
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| 2:36 |
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You've got the beauty, but that don't mean a thing
A bland reciprocation, but that doesn't bother me You're happier with lights on underneath a darkened sky Only in the spotlight can you tell me of your crimes I understand the situation, but I can't Seem to understand the motivations you once had I recall a message I once left behind a screen I was entranced, when you were never there for me You're draining, you're draining me I'm not a tub What ever happened to the girl I used to hold? I held in such a high regard Where is the girl who had it all? I used to think I wasn't worthy of your cause I used to feel so lucky Until the day I felt a weakness in my arms I knew from where it had been coming You're bleeding, you're bleeding me, I can recall The passions you once had, where did they go? I knew a girl who had it all I know a girl where did she go? |
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| 4. |
| 3:09 |
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Talking about the Moron Bros', tattooed fingers, tattooed toes
They're idiots, losers, they're scum Taking advantage of everyone You're a dog, they're your fleas Doing everything they can to spread disease They'll take your beer, they'll take your drugs Leave you with microscopic drugs Their company is something you won't miss When your ice trays are filled with piss They are the Moron Brothers Don't get along with others They'll whine, they'll bitch, they'll fuck you if you're rich They'll leach, they'll latch, they are the itch you can't scratch They'll ink your face, tape your eyelids closed Tabasco's in your mouth, There's mustard up your nose When your head is shaved you'll think the worst has passed Just try to move your leg They've put you in a cast They are the Moron Brothers Don't get along with others They may not go down in history But they'll go down on your sister |
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| 1:09 |
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Crazier than GG, yet more PC than Ian
Got colored teeth like Johnny Exudes a vicious disposition His hair sticks out like Colin' did, he jumps Similar to Springa, he points his middle finga Not just he 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 Hell he was even more punk than me He should've been on the cover He should've been on the cover He should've been on the cover of Punk and Disorderly Volume II |
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| 2:36 |
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He spent 15 years
Getting loaded for 15 years Till his liver exploded Now what's Bob gonna do Now that he can't drink? The Doctor said: "What ya been thinking bout?" Bob said, "that's the point. I won't think bout nothing. Now I gotta do something else To pass the time Had someone shave his head He got a new identity 62 hole air cushioned boots And a girl who rides a scooter To take him out of town They would get away Running around And as the trucks drive by You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!" A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do When the doctor tells him to Quit your drinking, now's the time But will he ever walk the line? To all my friends I feel just great But will he ever walk the line? Kicking ass, and busting heads Red suspenders Once a day he shaves his head But will he ever walk the line? [Repeat: x2] Bob! |
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| 8. |
| 3:31 |
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I say, don't drink and drive
You might spill your drink Before you get behind the wheel Just stop and 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 Well, I'm much more concerned How much beer I spill How much beer I spill How much beer I spill I say, don't drink and drive You might spill your drink Before you get behind the wheel Just stop and think 35 percent of accidents are cause by pixilated The other 65 percent 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 How much beer I spill How much beer I spill How much beer I spill I say, don't drink and drive You might spill your drink |
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| 1:07 |
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What's the point of living in your mindless life?
What's the point of living in your mindless life? What's the point of dying in your mindless death? What's the point of living in your lifeless mind? Have you ever even had the thought of thinking? Or is it you're just ignorant + ignorant? Have you ever even had the thought of thinking? Pathetic fool trapped inside your skull. The pile of shit inside your brain in which you live is not your own, you live out all the lies you're given You're too scared to face yourself, You're too scared to face yourself So you're too scared to please yourself, Living in your dreamworld is nothing but a nightmare Nothing but a nightmare. |
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| 10. |
| 1:54 |
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Get out of my way
Can't you see im from East Bay I Know Blatz, down with E.B.U. I bet I got way more piercings than you I just love this town My girlfriend weighs 84 pounds Met her at the New Method wher I get in for free She don't pay rent neither do me (hey hey hey) When we go out tonight Gotta get my hair just right Prodius pads with 2 inch sole I'll get my picture with Murray Bowles Gotta get those flyers out Might get signed to lookout After that i'll go far Fame, Fortion, D.M.R. Rock City News |
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| 11. |
| 3:01 |
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Sometimes I feel my life is going 'round in circles
Beneath my eyes are bluish black There's nothing new, no one I want to talk to Nothing I want to think about, I got soul doubt I stick my head out of the window, it's closed Instead of air, I get glass stuck into my head The city's sounding I can't seem to stop the pounding Can't keep my thoughts from flying 'round Can't keep my thoughts from flying 'round Not sure what I'm thinking about, I got soul doubt A shameless display, wearing a smile full of pain A frameless Erte, a painting without a signature She's waiting for someone to save her As I pass her by I see Cinderella She doesn't fit into a slipper Like she fits in a bottle of liquor There's no one to take her away Her eyes meet mine, she sees right through me The question is asked, Whatcha' gonna do for me? I don't want nothin', just a connection I gotta know what she's all about Cause I know she's been there - Soul doubt I stick me head outside the window once again This time I see a thousand faces all too clear They wear the same expression, I've seen in my face So many times, I know exactly how they feel I know exactly how they feel I know just what they think about They've got soul doubt |
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| 3:43 |
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The white man call himself civilized
Cause he know how to take over The white man come to pillage my village Now he tell me I have to bend over Oh yeah, kill all the white man No I don't like the white man up in me He rape my people as he rape my country Everything I love and cherish, he try to take away We will be rid of him, soon come the day Oh yeah, kill all the white man Oh yeah, kill all the white man Oh yeah, kill all the white man Oh yeah, kill all the white man |
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| 2:16 |
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If I want some beer
I don't want to hear How I missed the show 'Cause I drink to slow Pass me the beer bong It won't take very long For me to put down This torpedo to the ground Drinking beer is too slow Beer bong is the way to go To go, to go Don't drink too slow Beer bong, Beer bong Beer bong, Beer bong If I want some beer I don't want to hear How I missed the show 'Cause I drink to slow Pass me the beer bong It won't take very long For me to put down This torpedo to the ground Drinking beer is too slow Beer bong is the way to go To go, to go Don't drink too slow Beer bong, beer, beer bong Bong, bong, bong |
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| 1:12 |
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These girls are fun but boy there bad
by friday night there off there face six beers are getting passed around and that is it these girls are done Six pack girls, Six pack girls Six pack girls Six pack So you pick her up and you bring her home And you think about it for a while Wake up the next morning and sure enough It's not two girls! VERSION 2 Go to work, and then go to bed your friday night, Has washed away your bummed out, About your work 'cause you've already put in, Your thousand hours they're all Six pack girls, They're all six pack girls, They're all six pack girls, Six pack So you pick her up, And you bring her home You take her out, And that's all you're alone, And you want it sure Enough your, stuck with her they're all Six pack girls, They're all six pack girls, They're all six pack girls, Six pack |
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| 1:07 |
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Together on the sand
We walked hand in hand On the beachfront. She smiled at me As she tightly held my hand I had my fingers up her... Country music played on the radio So I turned it off. We walked down to the water As she grabbed on to my honker. A wave swept us away Ahaha, ahaha, ohoho |
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| 1:37 |
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You can't believe things you see and read
The Soviet threat Our pseudo enemy What's scaring me? Our foreign policy To make the world safe for business Call it democracy Our human nature, it's all the same We spend our lives in the pursuit of happiness So stop the hate, open the iron gate It's our destiny to make the cold war history You think I give a shit If you're a socialist If you're a capitalist We've all got to exist On this planet with nowhere to run The millions of brainwashed must open their eyes We are one With us over here and them over there Barbed wire borders are going nowhere |
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| 17. |
| 2:42 |
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Friday night we'll be drinkin' Manashevitz
Goin' out to terrorize goyem Stompin' shagitz, screwin' shicksas As long as we're home by Saturday mornin' Cause hey we're the Brews Sportin' anti swastika tattoos Oi Oi we're the boys Orthodox, hesidic, O.G. Ois Orthopedic Dr. Martins good for Waffle making, kickin' through the shin Reputation, gained through intimidation Pacifism no longer tradition Cause hey we're the Brews Sportin' anti swastika tattoos Oi Oi we're the Brews The fairfax ghetto boys skinhead hebrews We got the might, psycho mashuganas We can't lose a fight, as we are the chosen ones Chutspah, we battle then we feast We celebrate, we'll separate our milkplates from our meat Common you schmuck, one more time for revertial! |
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| 18. |
| 1:31 |
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Have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek
And woke up with Bo Didley? Have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek And woke up with Bo Didley? You got so loaded, you thought that she Was the most beautiful gal that you ever did see Yeah, have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek And woke up with Bo Didley? Woke up in the morning, to your surprise A couple melons in tube socks, and buggley eyes Yeah, have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek And woke up with Bo Didley? |
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| 19. |
| 0:54 |
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Fat Mike:
Thank you, we'll see you all at okie dogs! Crowd: Fuck yeah! Fuck Yeah! Is that all you got?! Fuck you! Fuck yeah! ... |
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