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I Dont wear a tie dont ask me why i feel uncomfortable in one
and i wont wear a suit cause it might take root and i end up towing one of your lines You laugh at me because im different i laugh at you your all the same you'll find it really hard to laugh now with one of my bullets in your brain HA HA I aint bothering you why you messing with me im just trying to do my own thing You dont know my story who made you judge and jury stay with rules to which you cling Free thinkers open minds the opposite of your kind you hate everyone to the core You got a cruel vent savage amusement knuckles dragging along the floor |
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Can't take no more of this daily grind
I need some space to unwind Not enough Carrots to many sticks But i'm prepared to take the risks I'm falling down, I'm falling down, I'm falling down again There's no respect where's it all gone The silent ticking of a smart bomb Buildings crumble people bleed They've got us crawling on our knees I'm falling down, I'm falling down, I'm falling down again Well I'm not the man I used to be Public enemy number three It was on the cards you could tell Now I'm all tooled up and mad as hell I'm falling down, I'm falling down, I'm falling down again Self defense is not a crime Victims end up doing time Retaliation when they threaten A water pistol is no only weapon I'm falling down, I'm falling down, I'm falling down again |
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| 2:59 |
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Send in the goon sqaud
It's getting out of hand They're marching all over Our Promised land They've got dogs on bits of rope And bits of rope for hair I've seen them on the corner Drinking flat cider They're raved out right on fortunate sons a hooligan element spoils it for the genuine ones You've gotta Crush Em, Crush Em, Crush Em like ants, You've gotta crush em like ants So wheres your home now And wheres your pride You've liberated nothing But we're still on your side David meets goliath For another round Black flags are flying Theres bodies on the ground They're raved out right on fortunate sons a hooligan element spoils it for the genious ones You've gotta Crush Em, Crush Em, Crush Em like ants, You've gotta crush em like ants Drinking from the poison pool Divide and conquer divide and rule The acid rain it may be stinging But i dont hear no fat lady singing Sitting in the road now You're swinging from the trees Harassing bastards hunting foxes Saving birds and bees If your life is boring Give it a second chance Work is a four letter word So give it up and dance They're raved out right on fortunate sons a hooligan element spoils it for the genuine ones You've gotta Crush Em, Crush Em, Crush Em like ants, You've gotta crush em like ants |
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| 2:43 |
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At the bottom of a deep dark lake
I drove back to yesteryear Sometimes seen and sometimes not I believe theres a lochness monster What a wicked web we weave when governments decieve and i wanna believe...... I gotta believe In the middle of a deep dark night Light years away from neon Unexplained sightings in the sky I believe there are aliens What a wicked web we weave when governments decieve and i wanna believe...... I gotta believe Conspiracy theroy abound but the truth is under ground, I wanna believe I wanna believe I gotta believe In a clearing in a deep dark wood In a cave thats lined with moss Lives a thing half man half beast I believe theres a bigfoot sasquatch What a wicked web we weave when governments decieve and i wanna believe...... I gotta believe Conspiracy theroy abound but the truth is under ground, I wanna believe I wanna believe I gotta believe |
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| 2:48 |
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| 2:17 |
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| 2:58 |
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| 2:48 |
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| 2:43 |
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| 4:10 |
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| 2:08 |
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| 2:42 |
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| 3:19 |
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| 2:00 |
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| 17. |
| 3:32 |
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GO!!!
Residing pack of goods, smoking nighty-nine were having laughs,and the time of our life to mock the hell yea, life on the road I'll fucking blow your hands off, before the first show Punk Rock Ambulance!! get me down Punk Rock Ambulance!! we start to frown Punk Rock Ambulance!! get him up quick Punk Rock Ambulance!! the colonies sick, give him a brake, the terry struck, where the spector spits burning pots n'pans up on the grass, in New York City, where the stewarts can kiss my ass, and now were off to, mainward to south and now were soon to become, and let the four drive Punk Rock Ambulance!! get me down Punk Rock Ambulance!! we start to frown Punk Rock Ambulance!! get him up quick Punk Rock Ambulance!! the colonies sick, give him a brake, the bones have struck, where the spector spits (Guitar Solo) And when we joined them,and followed punks and skins, she died and really no1's wrong or even came, we got no gas, I couldn't get much higher. the dangers raise and someones taring down the fire! Punk Rock Ambulance!! get me down Punk Rock Ambulance!! we start to frown Punk Rock Ambulance!! get him up quick Punk Rock Ambulance!! the colonies sick, give him a brake, the terry struck, where the spector spits West coast, were following mrs. Sun I'm not upset,its time we have some fucking fun Hollywood mister do a little break, you better lay off. I couldn't fucking wait. but here take this, everything was big a fucking drive, and a fucking keg your world sucks, bloods suck too and if it ain't fun, just give them one the boot before we knew it, it was over fast and New York City, was frozen by the blast they say they'll take away the cap. of G.B.H the last time, their nothing left to say BUT! Punk Rock Ambulance!! get me down Punk Rock Ambulance!! we start to frown Punk Rock Ambulance!! get him up quick Punk Rock Ambulance!! the colonies sick, give him a brake, the terry struck, where the spector spits (No pepperoni for russ..) |
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