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Wargasm Wargasm, one two three
Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the amputee Masturbate, watch it on TV Crocodile tears for the refugee Wargasm Wargasm, one two three smutty bloody pictures, ecstasy Blue balls waiting impatiently From Alcatraz to Lady Liberty. Body bags and dropping bombs, The pentagon knows how to turn us on. Wargasm Wargasm, one two three People, people, ecstasy wave those flags high in the air As long as it takes place over there. Wargasm Wargasm Wargasm Wargasm Body bags and dropping bombs, the pentagon knows how to turn us, turn us on Wargasm Turn us on Wargasm |
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I met a skinhead named Scrap
He lived in my friend's garage Everyday he's shaking that spray paint can And comes out seeing stars Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask Until your mind starts to gel Cuz the ball in the can Has a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell So he met some Christian's from hell Who said, "Let's go to Vegas man" So he packed up his leather and his red beret Into that big, bad Christian van Use revival meetings like an oxygen tent Till your mind starts to gel Cuz the preacher thumps the bible With a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell Well, he came back to the garage But the garage, it wasn't there And he dug metallic gold more than Luke and John Now he's growing his hair Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask Until your mind starts to gel Cuz the ball in the can Has a crazy beat The funky dying brain cell |
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What's up with what's going down
In every city, in every town Cramping styles is the plan They've got us in the palm of every hand When we pretend that we're dead When we pretend that we're dead They can't hear a word we've said When we pretend that we're dead Turn the tables with our unity They neither moral nor majority Wake up and smell the coffee Or just say no to individuality When we pretend that we're dead When we pretend that we're dead They can't hear a word we've said When we pretend that we're dead Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on When we pretend that we're dead When we pretend that we're dead They can't hear a word we've said When we pretend that we're dead |
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My diet pill is wearing off
My diet pill is wearing off 'Cause we're just in the bed Sewn to the sheets with thread The twins are in the car The frying pan is red. Calgon can't take me away No, Calgon can't take me away From the things I did today 'Cause we're just in the bed Sewn to the sheets with thread The twins are in the car The frying pan is red. And Im outta here Im so outta here Im outta here I think the swelling is going down. I said, I think that the swelling is going down. Two hundred dollars to leave this town. 'Cause we're just in the bed Sewn to the sheets with thread. The twins are in the car the frying pan is red. And im outta here Im so outta here Im outta here. |
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Glade told her ma, "home scene's lame."
"I gotta go into town, blow some steam at the rock show." Sneak through the back door and head for the pit And then some drunk stupid bruiser started giving her shit! Rednecks on parade "Don't cross my line!" says Everglade Everglade. He was whipping through the pit, knocked her onto the stage, She said, "Have your fun, but stop being so lame." The guy was drunk stupid He must have wieghed a ton Said, "Get outta here girlie! "Im just trying to have some fun." So you wanna have some fun? Well, break out the big guns. Rednecks on parade "Dont cross my line." says Everglade yeah, Everglade yeah, Everglade He kept it up His fists started flying They dodged each punch As he kept trying Tripped on his own feet and hit the floor Glade got to pushin' and rolled him out of the door So you wanna have some fun? Then break out the big guns! Rednecks on parade "Dont cross my line," says Everglade says Everglade says Everglade yeah, Everglade |
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I put your stuff out on the porch
(letting it slide) You pissed in your pants and put out the torch (letting it slide) You splattered the bathroom with your hair dye (letting it slide) Im kicking you out and you know why Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride. You put your cane right through my amp (letting it slide) When it comes to losers, you're the champ (letting it slide) From my garden, Ill pull your weed (letting it slide) Your stupid evil, I will not feed NO! Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride I put your stuff out on the porch (letting it slide) You pissed in your pants and put out the torch (letting it slide) You splattered the bathroom with your hair dye (letting it slide) Im kicking you out and you know why. Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride Yeah, I've been letting it slide You've been along for the ride Get out of here boy It took me three weeks to clean that bathroom You know that amps don't grow on trees |
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I've just about had enough
I'm drowing from too much stuff I get scared when the telephone rings Someone talking about one more thing One more thing Yeah, it's one more thing One more thing to put in line One more thing to waste my time One more thing that I can't take One more thing I'm gonna break You need more, well get in line Too many things grabbing at my time I'll tell you, brother, right out flat I'm gonna have to throw you back One more thing Yeah, you're one more thing Yeah, your one more thing to put in line One more thing to waste my time One more thing that I can't take One more thing I'm gonna break Yeah, you're one more thing Yeah, you're one more thing I fix my engine and the tire goes flat It's one more thing that I can't have Politics messing with my rights There's nothing fun to do tonight One more thing Yeah, it's one more thing Yeah, its one more thing to put in line One more thing to waste my time One more thing that I can't take One more thing I'm gonna break Yeah, its one more thing Yeah, its one more thing Yeah, its one more thing Yeah, its one more thing |
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Stranded in the streets of San Francisco
A rusty car pulled along side of me I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal An idol's face was staring at me. Don't preach to me Mr. integrity Sittin' shotgun, out of my brain Im up for draggin' through the art ghettos Stepped on the gas, gums started to flap Punk rock manifestoes Spittin', fumin', The streets are filled with so much glass that I wanted to break Eyes spinnin' 'round As my feet shook the ground Like the San Francisco earthquake Don't preach to me Mr. integrity Don't preach to me Mr. integrity I'm not the enemy Please don't preach to me Mr. integrity Stranded in the streets of San Francisco A rusty car pulled along side of me I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal An idol's face was staring at me Spittin', fumin', The streets are filled with so much glass that I wanted to break Eyes spinnin' 'round As my feet shook the ground Like the San Francisco earthquake Don't preach to me Mr. integrity Don't preach to me Mr. integrity Don't preach to me Mr. integrity (ha!) I'm not the enemy (no) Please don't preach to me Mr. integrity |
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come on over,is getting too late...
is time to fish,no time to cut bait goolish passion,you inspire... with your kind of trouble,I'll never tire (chorus) Monster.....(monster in me) Bring out the monster (monster in me) In a world of diposable icons... all the jokers,with phoney o' come on's... I know,I can't depend on you... when we're together,where hurting crew (chorus) you bring out the monster in me... we don't need to look for trouble... my partner in crime,my insanity double when life takes a turn from bad to worst... you're always there,my lovable curse (chorus) you bring out the monster in me... monster in you!!!!! |
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when i get mad and i get pissed i grab my pen and i write out a list
of all the people who won't be missed you've made my shitlist for all the ones who put me out (shitlist) for all the ones who filled my head with downs (shitlist) for all the squares who get me pissed (shit list |
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No raving beauty
But she's got a good heart He's got escaping Down to an art This ain't pleasure Don't ask why This ain't pleasure And monkeys can't fly She's an infection, A stain on his soul He's her addiction They're out of control This ain't pleasure Don't ask why This ain't pleasure And monkeys can't fly, oh no This ain't pleasure Don't ask why This ain't pleasure And monkeys can't fly |
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