Erik Shun

Indiscriminate I'd rather be elite
I'll choose my own shit scene
Unsubstantiated rumors flown are true

Nonconglumurate I mean what I say
I'm not your fucking scape
Goat apparently I've alienated some
It seems my job's half done

You'll never understand it
Try to buy and brand it
I win, you lose, cause it's my job
To keep punk rock elite

This music ain't your fuckin' industry

I wanna see the constitution burn
Wanna watch the white house overturn
Wanna witness some blue blood bleed red

I wanna tar and lynch the KKK
I wanna pull and shoot the NRA
I wanna pay the lobbyists to kill themselves
I wanna dose the DEA
I wanna join the CIA (not really)

It just seems so fucking easy to make this
Country a better place to live.
Illegalize guns and lobbying
(Jail murderers and extortionists)...
Legalize drugs and prostitution
(Free salesmen and saleswomen)...

Murder the government Murder the government
Murder the government And then do it again yeah
Murder the government Murder the government
Murder the government and then
Murder the government

It's so easy to defend the Status Quo
with everyone so cool and cynical
But when you see the end don't justify the means
It's just that 180 degrees

The great thing about bein' a human
The ability to reason
But reasoning don't work when no one cares
2 parts apathy, one part despair

Guess what, this might come as a surprise
I'll no longer roll my eyes
A change of heart to let the conscience breath
One quick twist, just 180 degrees

Yeah, I now know the right thing to do
Yeah, anti tradition tried and true
Yeah, a world where wrong has right of way
Yeah, fuck that world, fuck that heirarchy

Go ahead, work, waste your life away
Fuck that world, go fuck that right away

Je me baladais sur l'avenue
Le coeur ouvert a l'inconnu
J'avais envie de dire
Bonjour a n'importe qui
N'importe qui ce fut toi
Je t'ai dis n'importe quoi
Il suffisait de te parler
pour t'apprivoiser

*Aux Champs-Elysees
Aux Champs-Elysees
Au soleil, sous la pluie
A midi ou a minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez
Aux Champs-Elysees

Tu m'as dit j'ai rendez-vous
Dans un soussol avec des fous
Qui vivent la quitare a la main
Du soir au matin
Alors je t'ai accompagne
On a chante on a danse
et l'on a meme pas penser
a s'embrasser

* Repeat

* Repeat

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

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

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?

Can’t you see my soul worn on the second sleeve
It’s going up for sale as soon as it gets saved
Interrogation blues, once again I lose

You don’t get to magnify my insecurities
You don’t get to site and save my unhip-ocracies
Not for sale

Take two placebos then you can call me lame
Walk some in my shoes then tell me to fuck off
My oversized hat won’t fit your humongous head

I’ll trade a hundred days for one inside of you

Take me to a cave, where I can’t be seen
Solace makes the heart, pump adrenaline
I’m sick of being used, time and again betrayed

Give a man a key, he cannot not open the door
Give him something free and he’ll sell it to the poor
C’est la vie

Take two placebos then you can call me lame
Walk some in my shoes then tell me that I’m fucked
My humongous hat won’t fit your gigantic head

Birds are dumb, 'cause small bird brains
But so are kids and old people
Some birds talk, most others sing
I don't see you eat a talking bird

Pigs smell bad, they roll in poo
But so do kids and elderly
I don't see you chop off an old man's feet
Put 'em in a mason jar and pickle them

No chowder for you, 'cause clams have feelings too
Actually they don't have central nervousness
No manhatten style, clams have the right to smile
Come to think about it, they don't have a face

They have no face, no place for ears
There's no clam eyes, to cry clam tears
No spinal cord, they must get bored
Might as well just put them out of misery

I don't beleive it's selfish
To eat defenceless shellfish

No chowder for you, clams have feelings too
It could happen to you, clams have feelings too
I don't think they do, clams have feelings too

Hobo - I'm hobophobic so what ah ah ah scared of bums
not just because they stink bad not just because they're
crackers from drinking too much lysol let them be just
don't get fuckin near me scared of bums ah ah infested
with microscopic bugs and endocine systematic doo doo
why don't they get a job

A christian an anarchist slash prostitute figures out the true
meaning of freedom not freedom like america freedom like a
shopping cart kick back no tense you got a bag of grub cost you
about 50 cents no fear no fuckin feat malt liquor tastes much
better on the street crustin away of life for heroines and heroes
who hitch hike the road to eden not eden like the garden state,
eden like the state of mind kick back cheap thrills. You'll do
anything for a laugh even if it kills you the bridge you took it out
the ticket takers suddenly lost count sleeping under rays your teeth
crumbling away say goodbye to all responsibility you never wanted
it man wasting time whenever you get the chance which happens to
be all the time kick back free meals a couple times a day, you make
a couple of shady deals no work no fuckin pay cardboard
condominium by the bay you're between the red & black and
you're never goin back to all responsibility cause you never wanted
it man

The Mr Earthy killed the light, he didn't wake his lovely wife he
left the key inside the door. Woke on the wrong side of the
bed she can't remember what he said but she sure knew
what he had done little choices in a, a little town maybe a,
little man is right to be afraid biblic moralization, identity frustration,
confused man cannot know his heart catherine McKinnon
does exist, she likes to call herself a feminist a crusader who
fights the patriarch, but what she really hates is sex simple
solutions created by black & white thinking too bad the world
not work that way I think they need a good hard fuck cause she
may be off her back now she needs to get off ours the little
man sits all alone, his sexuality's been cut in stone he doesn't
love her, she really don't care two victims of the black and white

I trusted you at least I thought I could
I tried to believe when you said
I got a better job I can pay you back
real soon. No! I don't do those drugs no more
I know my luck has changed my lifestyle
has rearranged I'm on my feet
you'll never change your ways
living from day to daze
why don't you fade away
I've heard all this before
when you we're sleeping on my floor
you said only for a day
but as those 3 weeks passed
my patience didn't last nor my food

5 feet under he's got one foot in the grave
would you look at him I think he's lost it
I don't think that he can be saved
he's got a down payment on his tombstone
he's not alone his whole life has been out
on a limb. just look at him, watch
him get smashed and race bikes so fast
just don't laugh, what will it say on his
EPITAPH
here he lies may he rest in peace
hung on to life by the skin of his teeth
pushing his luck thru the bottle he drinks
he's got a date with his maker and he
doesn't want to be late make no mistake
he's a good friend so why might his life
have to end, my friend I don't want to
see you dead
I don't want to see him dead
I don't want to see him dead
I don't want to see him dead

can't U see how easy it becomes
procrastinate, we're professionals
get things done, you can't, too busy
having fun we're professionals
professional crastination its a way
of life if you've got lots of time
put it off cause tomorrow sounds
much better than today
always late, not sometimes, occasionally
consistently, we're professionals
professional crastination we're living
in a procrati-nation
why can't we ever be on time?
professional crastination its a way of life
if you've got lots of time
professional crastination we're living
in a procrati-nation
professional crastination

Mean people suck.
Mean people suck.
Mean people suck.
Mean people suck.
They Suck!
They Suck!
They Suck!
They Suck!
Mean people suck.
Mean people suck.
Mean people suck.
Mean people suck.
They suck!
They suck!
They suck!

don't ever take away from me my pornography
we obviously don't agree on what's obscene
I have the right to choose what I
want to see and read
don't try to take away from me
my tight to privacy what I
do is no one business but me
so stay in your missionary position
I hope that you got bored to death
there's no way I'm going thru life
having vanilla sex
the governments trying to get in
your bedroom you better lock you
door and close you shades because
there could be someone watching you today
why do you try to make things illegal
why do we have to be 21
are you afraid that people are having
too much fun
why do you care what I do in my bedroom
why do you want to know how I screw
it seems to me you've got nothing better
to do.

I went to the airport, but I missed my flight
I had to get out of this town tonight
then a lady in black caught my attention
I couldn't figure out what was her intention
she told me about a flight that was leaving tonight
she could get me a seat and the price was right
she tugged on my pants so I jumped at the chance
I had no idea what was in store for me
she welcomed me aboard then she strapped me to my seat
she tied my hands and legs down and made me kiss her feet
she whipped me and she slapped me, and gagged me when I begged
one things for sure I'll never fly s/m airlines again
the stewardess in leather came walking down the isle
she put nipple clamps on me with a sadistic smile
the rain was so bad I had tears in my eyes
then I looked up and there were two gartered thighs
her ass was inches from me when she told me to lick
before I could do anything she slapped my dick
so I followed he commands, my aim was to please
I spent the rest of the flight on my knees
the plane finally landed by the end of night
I had to get off of this torture flight
I asked her to release me, then she bit my lip
she said the ticket that you bought, it was round trip.
I'll never fly s/m airlines again
I'll never fly s/m airlines again
I'll never fly s/m airlines again
I'll never fly s/m airlines again

we believe in a drug free amerika
a drug free amerika for me
that's the way we believe
that way that it should be
drug free amerika for me
like in amsterdamn where drugs
are bought and sold legally
let's take it one step further
and make them all for free
drug free amerika for me
say "nope to dope" when its not free
say "nah to drugs" save you money
don't listen to facts just sit back
and relax and help make our country
drug free

I sit in my easy chair
I've got so much time to spare
because I know in my future days
I'll have my lionshare

There's nothing I like better
than getting something for nothing
some will tell you
that nothing's for free
obviously they've not met me.

You can have your cake and eat it too
and there's plenty of free lunch for you
if you think you're getting cheated
then you don't have a clue
you don't know where you are, or what to do.

I live the lifestyle they speak of so highly
I live the life...the life of riley

I say don't drink and drive
you might spill your drink
before you get behind
that wheel, just stop & think
you can take you 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
I'm much more concerned
with how much beer I spill
35% of accidents
are caused by pixilated
the other 65 are not
alcohol related
what does this tell us
about the drunk drivers
they seem to have a
better record than
the sober team

hey mister, can you spare some change (why, why what do you want from me are you hungry?) uh, no i'm not hungry.. i was just wondering if you could spare a quarter or a dime (uhh, the time? it's about 3:30) uh, no not the time. i need a nickel or a dollar, my car's broke screamin' for change screamin' for change screamin' for change screamin' for change screamin' for change screamin' for change screamin' screamin' for change lady, can you spare any change (hey lady, can you spare a quarter) i said lady, can you spare any change (get that away from me, your filthy! go away!) i said lady, can you spare any change (well then, how about giving me one of those cigarettes) i said lady, can you spare any change, change, change, change, change (no, no, nooooooo!) screamin' for change screamin', screamin' i'm screamin' for change screamin' for change screamin' for change screamin' for change screamin' for change

black is beautiful, white is so pure
can you see a difference? all I see's a blur
is one color a virtue how can you be sure

ignorance the disease education the cure
so how can you say that your proud of your race
proud of your bender
or proud of your faith
fascism racism all starts out the same
stop feeding the fire and smother the flame
some people are smarter than others so dumb
the reason behind this a cultural one
and greatness isn't carried by blood
so get off your high horse
you're no better than us
all seems infected that the infected spy
as all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye
you're the infected you can never deny
you're arrogant, you're insolent, you're living a lie

loving you isn't the right thing to do how can i ever change things that i feel
if i could, baby i'd give you my world but how can i, when you won't take it
from me you can go your own way you can go your own way tell me why everything
turns brown backin' up, everything's waiting for you if i could baby, i'd give
you my sock open up, everything's waiting for you you can go your own way you
can go your own way

Sometimes I think of all the places where I don't want to go
Then I think of all the things I don't want to do
And when I think of all the people I don't want to meet
I close my eyes and go to sleep

Tully, baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars
I'm the prince of poverty hangin' out in bars
Your life's a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool
My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel

Your obviousness disgusts me I see through your macho lies
I'll fight everything you stand for
There's something in your purse baby, my head is getting sore
Maybe what we had was just green corn

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

Take your beer, take your drugs
Leave with you microscopic bugs
Their company is something you won't miss
Your ice trays are filled with piss

They are the Moron Brothers, don't get along with others
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 itch, you can't scratch

They'll ink your face, tape your eyelids closed
Tabasco's in your mouth, mustard up your nose
Your head is shaved, think the worst has passed
Try to move your leg, put you in a cast, yeah

They are the Moron Brothers, don't get along with others
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 sisters
And your mama and your father, oh
Gonna hung with him

In the morning I awake

I feel my bladder about to break

I scratch my balls I rub my eyes

Just feeling lousy



My girlfriend tells me that

It's time to take a bath

I say, "no, not today, it's only tuesday"



Once every 24 hours

I'm supposed to take a shower

That's not the way I do it

Do it do it





Personal hygiene is the last thing on my mind

I don't want to do it

Do it do it



It doesn't make a difference to me

Everyday I do the same old thing

So why should I have to be clean?



Those dreaded wednesdays and saturdays

Also known as shower days

I hate them

Looking back to the past, predictions of the end
Unseen ultra violet rays are beating on my head
Nuclear threat wanna bet will be our demise
The day will come when we'll look to apocalyptic skies

When the news had spread, that soon we'd all be dead
Well it just blew our minds
No one could have guessed that our worst fears at best
Figments of our time

So it seems that our dreams will never come to be
How could such a stupid thing destroy humanity?
A few weeks till extinction and there's nothing we can do
A message sent to other worlds will say, "It was just the flu"

There's no lesson to be learned
There's no one left to learn it

Get out of my way,

can't you see I'm from L.A.?

Yeah, I met Slash, I've got a rose tattoo

I bet I know way more people than you



I just love this town,

my girlfriend weighs 84 pounds

Met her at the Cathouse where I get in for free

She pays the rent while I watch T.V.



hey hey hey



When we go out tonight,

gotta get my hair just right

Tight black pants and blue suede shoes

I'll get my picture in Rock City News



Gotta get those flyers out,

might meet a talent scout

And he will talk contracts with me

My fame and fortune and MTV

You go

Now, something is lacking
I'm not attracting
My boobs are not as big as I want them to be
I want 36 D

I'm not receiving enough affection
Gonna get me a silicon injection
And fulfill my dreams
Bust outta my seams

My social life is pathetic
I can't find a man
What I need is cosmetic surgery
Be the best I can be

Proteins, and milkshakes
Mass vitamin consumption
Who needs to diet when liposuction
Is painless and quick, local anesthetic

I know what I want

Now my body is a model
Of flawless perfection
I most certainly will cause an erection
Wherever I go, but I still don't know

The reason why I can't find a mate
Guys I meet ejaculate
Then leave through the door
I can't take anymore

New boobs, jugs
New boobs, jugs
New boobs, jugs
...

> It's been a long time
Now it's time to get your bubble burst
Things are bad enough in the world
Why do you have to make them worse
Day after day, you just gotta get it
So sick and tired of your bitching and complaining
So long you've been oppressed while others lives are gaining
Want reparations, you're needy and deserving
Can't understand why some are served while you're doing the serving
Anything but responsibility
Where's my slice?
I want more than equal rights
I want everything for free!
You waste your time concerned with what others are earning
You want a revolution to start the tables turning
A demonstration to make a better nation
We'll spend the day protesting all the problems that we're facing
Anything but face reality
Where's my slice...
Your brilliant theory
How the world owes you a living
You'll take away from others,
The things they should be giving
They own the pie and you want your share
Whoever told you life was fair?
You were dealt your hand - now play it
Where's my slice...

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

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

Can't stop obsessing all the alienation
My head is bleedin', frickin', brain constipation

Somebody hear me, somebody listen to me
Am I alone in this world, is there anyone listenin'?
Appease me, can't find a reason to be
Alienation, is taking over me

I'm going away, can't go on any longer
I really don't know why I just gotta die
I never thought this was how it would end

The body swingin', I see it over and over again
Vanian singin', can I ever listen to it again?
A cry for attention, it was a cry never heard
With no one listenin', there was nothing to be heard

Sitting in a room waiting for some news
Sitting in a room with white knuckles
Not feeling so good
I didn't do the things I should

I said, "Doc, tell me what's wrong with me"
He had this expression he didn't know what to say
"It seems that you've contracted a new strain."

How could this happen to me?
Another victim another casualty
From fucking casually, another casualty



All the times I should have worn a jimmy hat
All the times I said, "What the fuck,
I won't look back, that's not for me."
I wouldn't listen to reason
Now look at me

> Jenny, so many times I tried to get away
But you kept following me all over town
I'll display it, there's no way to say it
I don't just want you,
I jusrt don't want you around,
I don't want you around,
You follow me around
It's really bringing me down
I don't want you around
When it was time to go I had nothing to say
Don't you look at me,
Don't you look at me that way
""I love you!"" Oh, really? Please go away
What gave you the idea?
Get it out of your head
You follow us around
We're not the Grateful Dead
I wanted to be friends but you wanted more
So, like I told you before
I don't want you around

Did you get that rush, that feeling
Adrenalin pumping through your veins?
A lifeless body in the gutter
City streets are stained

How do you rationalize?
What do you see in your reflection?
A kid just having fun
A soldiers bloodied boot impression

One for all and all for one
Especially when it's ten on one
You don't care what you're doing
You know it sure is fun

If it happened to your mother
Would you laugh so hard?
Well, that was someones son or brother
That you kicked so hard

But this time, you went too far
What's the matter, don't you feel alright?
Do you feel remorse?
Or are the handcuffs on a little too tight?

Now that your friends are gone
You've got no defense, no protection
5 or 6 times a day
You receive your hot beef injection

I hope every time
You're corn holed, terror fills your mind
The one emotion
You have inspired one too many times

Affection not dissection,
Meat is murder,
Animals are for petting.
Oh shut the fuck up already.

I'm tired of you whining,
About poor little animals dying,
And the food they are supplying.
Because if a big animal had the chance,
It wouldn't take another glance,
It would eat you up.

"Affection not dissection,
Meat is murder,
Animals are for petting."
Oh shut your trap already.

I don't want to listen,
And I'm tired of your bitchin,
About what's in my kitchen.
Because if a big animal had the chance,
It wouldn't take another glance,
It will eat you up.

Don't even try to tell us what we can and cannot say profanity's a
tool that you cannot take away is freedom of expression just a load
of shit? Just another farce in american politics

I've got to get out of
I've got to get out of this hood
I've got to get out of this neighborhood
I've got to get out of it
Got to get out

I've had enough, won't call their bluff
I'm not going to live in fear
Racism lives on both sides so
I'm gonna get the hell out of here

Do you want crack?
Do you need smack on the track?
Do you want grass?
Smoke hash you white trash?

You better watch out
You better watch out
You better watch out

I've got to get out of
I've got to get out of this hood
I've got to get out of this neighborhood
I've got to get out of it
I've got to get out of it

I've got to get out of this neighborhood
I've got to get out of this neighborhood
I've got to get out
I've got to get out

I've had it up to here
I'm not gonna live in fear
They're the ones who are racist
Why can't they just let me be?

Do you want crack?
Do you need smack on the track?
Do you want grass?
Smoke hash you white trash?

You better watch out
You better watch out

I've got to get out of this neighborhood
I've got to get out of this neighborhood
I've got to get out of it
I've got to get out of it

I play pool cause I'm no fool I play pool cause I'm cool I play pool
after school I play pool all the time Cue in my left hand, beer in
right I shout and drink all through the night that sloppy english does
me just right I use that sloppy english all the time I hold my stick
like I hold my dick hustling beers from wetto that's the trick I use
that sloppy english all the time

Hey you, you have too much hair
And we don't like what you wear
And you have really bad breath
So were gonna beat you to death

Because there is plenty of us
And only one of you
We've got plenty of reasons
And here's just a few

You put your chocolate in my peanut butter
I was walking and you were in my way
You looked at me without my permission
And never even apologized

You put your chocolate in my peanut butter
That's good enough reason for me to bash
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter
That's good enough reason for me to smash

No justice/there's just us/so trust us

You put your chocolate in my peanut butter
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter

My name is Mr. Jones
I get inside your bones
I know how to make you tweak
You soon will be my freak

Because I know what you need
I control your mind
I roll up your sleeves
I make ties that bind, I've got you

You'll soon be begging on your knees
You've got the disease
All your money belongs to me
You've got the disease

I can't seem to live without you
Without you whats the point
I wasn't born with a silver burnt spoon
Do I still have any choice?
(No)

Because I know what you need
I control your mind
I roll up your sleeves
I make ties that bind

Vegetarian
Vegetarian
Vegetarian

I, I don't want tofu
I'd rather have a mouthful of beef stew
I don't wanna be a vegetarian
Why eat beans when you can have steak instead?

I don't feel bad about
Eating something that's dead
Why should I be sad
For cows getting hit in the head?

So I like eating fish
Tell me what's wrong with this
How can you blame me
For eating chicken of the sea?

Vegetarian

Don't waste your breath yelling at me
About animal rights
And how they should be free
'Coz it's survival of the fittest
And we're winning

I don't feel bad about
Eating something that's dead
So why should I be sad
For chickens being force fed

So I like eating fish
Tell me what's wrong with this
How can you blame me
For eating chicken of the sea?

Vegetarian
Go fry an egg

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

You fight for peace, but where's the war what the fuck are doing this for
You say disarmament that's the key well that's not the way it looks to me
You wear you leather jacket but you won't eat meat piece punk, get drunk,
Sake you hair go out, hang out do you really care? there's no easy answers
Complaining won't do shit if you want some changes, don't be a hypocrite
Fuck the system that's what they say but they live by it everyday food stamps
And welfare checks would you rather starve to death you wear your leather
Jacket but you won't eat meat piece punk, get drunk, sake your hair go out,
Hang out, do you really care don't you feel ridiculous now! half your
Wardrobe comes from a cow do you believe in anarchy? who are you
Really trying to be?

I live in a cake the one that I make don't wanna hear about my
mistakes this is the chance I take I live in a cake the one that I
make try not to worry about whats at stake I'm on the take

Sitting by yourself again so friends are near you got a needle in
one hand and in the other one a beer you can't cope with life
you can't even get up who's gonna help you? You've got to
pick yourself up but I've got no problems I've got no problems
your minds so fuckin clouded you can't see through the haze

It's that time of the month,
Again, your bitching,
Stop yelling at me.

I know you've got to plug yourself up,
But why take it out on me?

It's that time of the month,
Again, your bitching,
Stop yelling at me.

I know you've got to plug yourself up,
But why take it out on me?

Just leave me alone,
Stop yelling at me,
Leave me alone,
When it's your time to bleed

A truck stop in Kansas, nowhere to go
Too many days without any shows
It's 4 a.m. as I sip from my cup
5 a.m. the sun's coming up

My body has shifted from the touring mode
Trying to sleep in the van, on the road
Gotta find a place where I can sleep

I've got the truck stop blues
Taking care of myself, paying my dues
Living life day by day, I've got the truck stop blues
Don't think I'd have it any other way

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

Breath ever soft
We wouldn't wanna break the eggs as we walk
Never alone, cautious, afraid
I hear the voice of reason on the p.a.
Leave it alone, follow the grain
We couldn't stop the irresistible force
Leave it the same, change with the leaves
Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the old
Leave it alone
DA NA NA NA NA NA NA
Breath, ever so slight
We couldn't take away your god given right
Leave it alone, heel and stay
Roll over and shake and beg for the bone
Leave it alone
DA NA NA NA NA NA NA

rationalize values it's so easy to succeed
keeping your eyes on the prize excess
camped outside laissez fair
people understand me there
don't talk to me we'll get along just fine
blowin' out your mores
henry ford tradition preys on
idle minds left the emergency brake on too long
underneath the city lies the ruins of mankind
the excavation was a financial success
with artifacts of gold
the arrowheads went straight to the Smithsonian
the rest was melted down and sold
substantial gains
minimal losses are tolerable
as long as the machine keeps running fine
cannibals
functioning on pheromones
rational thought lost to instinctual

It isn't for the money, no it isn't for the fun
It's a plan, a scam, a diagram
It's for the benefit of everyone
You gotta have a little respect
Subterranean ideals
Traditional neglect
Reflect on how you think it would make you feel
The cause- we're just doing it for the cause
No it isn't for the fortune, it isn't for the fame
It's a scheme, a dream, a barterine
We want everyone to think the same
Because you know what you know is right
And you feel what you can't ignore
And you try so hard to point the blame
Ashamed- what are we doing this for?
The cause- we're just doing it for the cause

don't call me white, don't call me white
don't call me white, don't call me white
the connotations wearing my nerves thin
could it be semantics generating the mess we're in?
I understand that language breeds stereotype
but what's the explanation for the malice, for the spite?
don't call me white, don't call me white
don't call me white, don't call me white
I wasn't brought here, I was born
circumcised, categorized, allegiance sworn
does this mean I have to take such shit
for being fair skinned? No!
I ain't a part of no conspiracy, i'm just you're average joe
don't call me white, don't call me white
don't call me white, don't call me white
represents everything I hate
the soap shoved in the mouth to cleanse the mind
the vast majority of sheep
a buttoned collar, starched and bleached
constricting veins, the blood flow to the brain slows
they're so fuckin ordinary white
don't call me white, don't call me white
don't call me white, don't call me white
oh, we're better off this way?
Oh, say what you're gonna say
so go ahead and label me an asshole
'cause I can
accept responsibility for what i've done
but not for who I am
don't call me white, don't call me white
don't call me white, don't call me white

For You
My Heart is yearning
And how
I've loved you so
Its because of you
My dick is burning
Its dripping
on my toe

Even if it's easy to be free
What's your definition of freedom?
And who the fuck are you, anyway?
Who the fuck are they?
Who the fuck am I to say?
What the fuck is really going on?
How did the cat get so fat?
Why does the family die?
Do you care why?
'Cause there hasn't been a sign
Of anything gettin' better in the ghetto
People's fed up
But when they get up
You point your fuckin' finger
You racist, you bigot
But that's not the problem
Now is it?
It's all about the money
Political power is takin
Protecting the rich denying the poor
Yeah, they love to watch the war from the White House
And I wonder how can they sleep at night?
How can they sleep at night?
How did the cat get so fat?

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!

Dresser drawers are filled with pocket change
Coupons cut, cigarettes smoked down to the butt,
Is this what dreams are made of!
Adding up subtracting down you find yourself sucking the rind
Dying degree, graying amie
Final payment made - had you forgot?
The rightful owner of one deluxe cemetery plot
Paisley satin lined how apprapoe
What a better way to go
Dying degree, graying amie
No more eating crumbs
When my pension finally comes
Your kids want eat mush anymore 'round me
Dying degree, graying amie

my father used to say
you sleep with dogs the next day
you'll wake in the bed scratching
those inevitable fleas
at ten years old
you listen to what you're told
but I never felt the itch
I never would
my mother had forbidden me
to waste away my life
I want you to have all the things
I could never buy you
so don't stop what i'd begun
you're my one my only son
follow what I say not what i've done
follow what I say not what i've done
shower, scrub, and shave
cleanly boys don't misbehave
follow what I say, not what i've done

lori meyers used to live upstairs
our parents had been friends for years
almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games
at nine years old there's no such thing as shame
it wasn't recognition of her face, what
brought me back was a familiar mark
as it flashed across the screen. I
bought some magazines, some video taped scenes
incriminating act I felt that I could save her
who are you to tell me how to live my life?
You think I sell my body, I merely sell my time
I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waiting for no prince
to save me in fact until just now I was doin' just fine
and on and on
I know what degradation feels like
I felt it on the floor at the factory
where I worked long before, I took control
now I answer to me
the 50k I make this year will go anywhere I please
where's the problem?

Don't wanna chill, don't wanna sit
Don't wanna hear no hippy shit
Don't tell me I'm closing my mind
Don't wanna groove, don't wanna dig
Don't wanna spend the day naked
Don't like my music country fried
He's got a tie dyed Rancid shirt
He wears his birkenstocks to work
Is he a jerk? No! Just confused
Jeff don't wear regular shoes
Fat Mike I gotta let you know
It's not the tunes, it's their live show
And all the people you get to meet
Plenty of good vibes and decent drugs
Stinky people give you hugs
Walk around in your bare feet
He's got a tie dyed Rancid shirt
He wears his birkenstocks to work
Is he a jerk? No! Just confused
Jeff don't wear regular shoes

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

He's just a man getting through life the best he can
He's a not a scientist, he programs a computer
Before that he sold cars to pay a student loan now he receives pity
From his family - his friends say how could he
Turn his back on on reason worshipping
A God finding truth through fear and mind control
He's just a man trying to explain how
He found the word of God could make his life seem less insane
So he shares what he's read, what he understands, it makes
sense to him, it makes perfect sense to him, in fact
He's never seen so clearly
Turned his back on free will - has he lost his mind?
He'd rather kneel down than take charge of his life
And he knows what people think, but it dosen't sway him
He can read the writings on the wall
'Cause he knows how people treat, how they treat each other
A sacrifice to benefit the all
Don't try to judge him, his theological ideas
His hopes may be false but his happiness is real
Don't try to judge him, he's just a man

reeko, try to understand, it really is that bad
it won't just go away, the party's over
it's past two o'clock, so it's about time we
stopped, 'cause I
see the keg has been sucked dry
the cisco was emptied into the aquarium
where the fish all seem to play the ex lax lines
the dog bowl
the toilet's overflowed, we're had our fun so
now there's nothing left to damage
we got no place left to go
mr. President please understand, it really is that bad
it won't just go away, it's just beginning
the ballots have been cast, we make like seaward rats
leave this sinking ship, leave and not look back
the things we never tried to disallow
have come back to haunt us now
with apple pie and Chevrolet
we've come to see the end, we all made this bed
now we got nowhere to lay,
dies and gentlemen
try to understand

gigin alone at the bottom of the hill
our protagonist named bill
sets his sights on an anchor steam pint
all he needs is thirteen quarters
congregated in his hat
a crow, a scavenger type
California redemption provides him with his rent
room and board inside of a fifth of comfort
as the wind penetrates his bones
his mind keeps focused
tidal waves of sound catapulted
from his horn wail like lovers
the coins don't drop consistent as does the mercury
his meter slows realizing a zenith
he's reached perfection
no one did see him die

Hobo - I'm hobophobic so what ah ah ah scared of bums
not just because they stink bad not just because they're
crackers from drinking too much lysol let them be just
don't get fuckin near me scared of bums ah ah infested
with microscopic bugs and endocine systematic doo doo
why don't they get a job

There's something wrong with mass consumption why do
we want what we don't need alcohol burn it clean asphalt
methamphetamine will make it seem alright, it's gonna make
it seem alright living in the hunger underground some people
say I got a problem with authority so what if I do man, it beats
relinquishing control philthy phil philanthropist rule taken when
you should of give away philthy phil you gave to us more than
we cannot repay there's something grand about being nothing
there's something lame about being grand alcohol squirting gun
don't want no holiday in the sun that's me not bein you, that's just
me not bein either part of the solution or the problem replace
superman with joe ordinary you've taken when you shoulda
give away filthy phil you gave to us more that we cannot repay

A Christian, an anarchist slash prostitute
Figures out the true meaning
Of freedom, not freedom like America
Freedom like a shopping cart

Kick back, no tense, you gotta bag of grub
Cost you about 50 cents
No fear, no fuckin' feat, malt liquor
Tastes much better on the street

Crustin', a way of life for heroines
And heroes who hitch hike the road
To Eden, not Eden like the garden state
Eden like the state of mind

Kick back, cheap thrills, you'll do anythin'
For a laugh even if it kills you
The bridge, you took it out
The ticket takers suddenly lost count

Sleeping under rays
Your teeth crumbling away
Say goodbye to all responsibility
You never wanted it man

Wasting time
Whenever you get the chance
Which happens to be all the time

Kick back, free meals, a couple times a day
You make a couple of shady deals
No work, no fuckin' pay
Cardboard condominium by the bay

Between the red and black
You're never going back
Say goodbye to all responsibility
You never wanted it man

How money polluted my mind

Dough - what our lives are lived for Rae - just a crazy aussie, Me - the
generation forges on. Fa - ther for corporations, Sew - wing our limbs
together, LA - such a nice place to get shot. But don't forget the t it follows
liber in the constitution following the part about pursuit... of happiness the
bi product of colonial precious metal mine extracts which brings us back to
Dough.

do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do
today I saw a kid torture a cat too much leisure teenage norman rockwell paints
it black!

How - did the chain get started Mo - re is what everyone wants Ney -
oy is what none of us are Co - operation died last night, Rup - tured
bleeding heart foresight. Me - I'm just a loo. so don't expect the best
you won't be disappointed when you take a bite and watch the worm
crawl back inside. dont believe the fairy tales of million dollar happiness,
los angelestic lifestyles drinking chardonnay. pursue the million dollar
happiness. do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do the pursuit of
million dollar happiness happiness was killed we watched it bleed, some say it
died from hate some say from bleeding heart disease.

He'll have another piece of pie
she'll have a double reuben rye
she works hard at eating well
that's why I love her
She's got a couple of pony kegs
her arms are bigger than my legs
and when she holds
me I can't breathe
that's why I love her yeah,
I'm her butter she's my bread
she's like mobile waterbed
and when I get on top of her
I can't touch the mattress
And when her flesh begins to sag
she's like a human sleeping bag
I feel so cozy safe and warm
she's my insulation
I always know where she sat
and when she's on me I get flat
some broken ribs a punctured lung
that's why I love her
She's my phillie, I'm her stud
her bean is bigger than my pud
it's like feeding a tic-tac to a whale
that's why I love her

Stop have a beer its on me has anyone ever told you that you
look like a hollywood star oh you've heard it said many times
before right here at this bar I'm lame so I drink cause it makes
me happier than being alone my good friend mr. Johnie walker
red keeps my insides warm like a cunt seems like everybody's got
something I have not, a reason not to die so I say death to mr right
cause that will never be me yeah yeah yeah yeah

She's been around a couple years tasted 31 flavors there's
only one she really hates that would be you vanilla bean the
blandest one don't make her scream and that's what she likes
to hear the most lizas been around the block she's currently a
femme bitch top a giant step from old louise now who's the
one who's on the prey She used to wear her hair short long
determine her preference she didn't like that dynamic trading
in her flannel shirts for six inch heals, latex skirts she even bought
herself some brass Miss terrence sellers akin she's got more power
feminine she knows the power incites fear and its that fear which
makes her wet she's goin to the tribe 8 show plenty of boychicks to
choose from its at the Calyx of Isis she'll find a bottom young &
butch she'll tell her "I won't hurt you much unless of course you
want me to ..."

There's something wrong with the kids in my neighborhood they always
listen to moms they disregard civil disobedience they'd rather do what
they're told they don't drink or fuck or fight they stay home, and
read, expanding their minds there's something wrong with the
kids in my cul de sac their always goin to church they dress well
and they're speaking articulate they show each other respect they're
never late, don't make or break rules they eat right, study hard they
like schoolThere's something wrong

Partly owned to her house
Wooden white picket fence
Mother waits for father
In a backless dress
Hardly used a diaphram
Put back into the case
A one way trip down memory lane
As she awaits
I don't wanna know
Cheat me
I don't wanna know
Children play in the yard
Mother stares at a wall
Father says he's gonna be back late
So don't wait up
About a quarter to 3
Father stares at a wall
Stained thicker than water
Who's gonna clean it up

I wouldn't walk 500 miles when I could fly coach but almost
anything I wouldn't swim across the nile cause I could get a
moebic disentary Cause if there's anything you want
I'll probly get it you tell me what you need I'll try not to forget
it you need someone to blame I'll say I said it cause whatever
Didi wants, she's gonna get it I wouldn't climb the highest mountain
could get a blister, but almost anything I wouldn't throw coins
in a fountain I might be needing to make a phone call
I doesn't seem like you're a million miles away, no, but maybe
one or two that doesn't mean, I never loved you me love you
long time, when you're on top of me

Birds sing there's not a cloud in the sky August 8th is a beautiful day
I see a bunch of hippies crying yeah August 8th is a beautiful day
Like waking up from a real bad dream suddenly everything is OK
The storm has passed the sun is shining yeah August 8th is a beautiful day
What's going on what's going on is something bumming your scene
There's something wrong there's something wrong I'm not trying to be mean
The air is sweet the summer flowers blooming nowhere in sight is there anything grey
Feelings of joy are filling the street yeah beautiful day
Like waking up from a fucked up dream suddenly everything's looking good
There's been no permanent damage done
Yeah August 8th came right when it should

Poor Jeff
Poor little
Timmy Turtle
Staying home on
Such a beautiful
Day

He won the race the judges concluded
He was the betterman he'd come from victory
A hesitation a one time show or place
His self would not allow he had to be the best

He had denied his urges cause they would of
Drained his strength that battle had been one
With side effects a few
He may have dropped the world
He could not let us down
Dana has gone away
I hope she's in a better place

She aced the test a grade above the rest
Of the class felt the curve a 93%
Was not enough to feed her fix
She needs that perfect score
The endorphin rush she loved
It would opiate her

She had denied all allegations of her loneliness
The battle had been won with scars still under wraps
She may have dropped the world
She would not let us down
Endorphin rush she loved
She may have dropped the world

(Cd Version)
Hello, Welcome to our CD
Can you hear the blatant similarity
To Linoleum and Shadows of Defeat.
(Cassette Version)
Hello, Welcome to out Cassette
Have you started feeling some regret
I guess you can't afford a CD.

Can't you see my soul worn on the second sleeve
It's going up for sale as soon as it gets saved
Interrogation blues, once again I lose

You don't get to magnify my insecurities
You don't get to site and save my unhip-ocracies
Not for sale

Take two placebos then you can call me lame
Walk some in my shoes then tell me to fuck off
My oversized hat won't fit your humongous head

I'll trade a hundred days for one inside of you

Take me to a cave, where I can't be seen
Solace makes the heart, pump adrenaline


I'm sick of being used, time and again betrayed

Give a man a key, he cannot not open the door
Give him something free and he'll sell it to the poor
C'est la vie

Take two placebos then you can call me lame
Walk some in my shoes then tell me that I'm fucked
My humongous hat won't fit your gigantic head

Mom and dad, how'd ya get so rad, when exactly did you get so hip
Wearing teenage clothes you’re always coming to my shows
And telling me that I should mellow out

It’s absurd, you’re singing every word.
You’re not supposed to like my bands, things I like you don’t understand
So please put down that rum and coke, that’s no behavior for old folks

Dad and mom, what planet are you from
And what convinced you to pack up and leave
Doin drugs and asking me for hugs, what’s the matter with parents today

Not again, when will it end
Dads dressing like Motley Crue and why is moms hair dyed bright blue
There staying out till 2 or 3 and then having sex publicly
I thought the apple fell far from the tree

Mom and dad I think you ought, to quit smoking so much pot
And hanging with my friends
Laying round on the couch, with my Misfits records out
Softly banging their heads

Maybe it’s just a passing phase
What’s the matter with my parents these days

This is not a test on the emergency broadcast system
This is the real thing

Sit back watch it crumble, see the drowning watch the fall
I feel just terrible about it, that’s sarcasm, let it burn
I’m gonna make at toast when it falls apart
I’m gonna raise my glass abuv my heart
Then someone shouts that’s what they get!
For all the years of hit and run for all the piss broke bands on VH one
Where did all their money go don’t we all know
Parasitic music industry as it destroys itself
We’ll show them how it’s supposed to be

Music written from devotion not ambithicin, not for fame
Zero people are exploited there are no tricks up or sleeve
Were gonna fight against the mass appeal
Were gonna kill the seven record deal
Make records that have more then one good song
The dinosaurs will slowly die and I do believe no one will cry
I’m just fucking glad I’m gonna be there to watch the fall
Prehistoric music industry three feet in la brea tar
Extinction never felt so good

If you think anyone will feel badly you are sadly mistaken
The time has come for evolution fuck collusion kill the big five
What ever happened to the handshake whatever happened to deals no one would break whatever happened to integrity
It’s still there it always was for playing music just because
A million reasons why all dinosaurs must (will) die

I’m gonna tell you what I really think I like about Monday
Cause they fell like Saturdays
When you don’t have to go to work, every day is a holiday
I wake up when I want to, I do anything I wanna do
Can’t wait for Tuesday
I really don’t like Fridays I can’t do what I wanna do
Sold out at the movies, can’t eat at the restaurant
Everybody wants to party, but the bar’s full of cigarette smoke
I think I’ll stay home, I think I’ll wait for Monday

I live a five day weekend, I gotta year long holiday
Thanks god it’s Monday
The only place I gotta be is the show or on the first tee
Thank god it’s Monday
Never mind aggravation, just give me modulation gimmie another key

I’ll tell you why I like Tuesdays, cause they’re kinda like Christmas
Come to think about Wednesdays, are a little like Hanakah
Thursdays thanksgiving, I’m talking about good living
I think I’ll give thanx
Thank god it’s Monday

Birds are dumb, 'cause small bird brains
But so are kids and old people
Some birds talk, most others sing
I don't see you eat a talking bird

Pigs smell bad, they roll in poo
But so do kids and elderly
I don't see you chop off an old man's feet
Put 'em in a mason jar and pickle them

No chowder for you, 'cause clams have feelings too
Actually they don't have central nervousness
No manhatten style, clams have the right to smile
Come to think about it, they don't have a face

They have no face, no place for ears
There's no clam eyes, to cry clam tears
No spinal cord, they must get bored
Might as well just put them out of misery

I don't beleive it's selfish
To eat defenceless shellfish

No chowder for you, clams have feelings too
It could happen to you, clams have feelings too
I don't think they do, clams have feelings too

She gotta silicone cock sticking in her ass and one in her cunt
A butterfly vibrator straped tight to her clit
But who's got the remote control
That would belong to louise
She's got a new pet a real vaginal tease
You know that mommy's little is not gonna do
As she please
If she don't want to get a spankin
She like to sing like a six year old brat
Mommy discipline me cause you know i've been bad
Start with cat then she'll move to a crop
Neither one is willing to stop
She knows that girls just wanna have fun
With four piercing on each side of her libia
A little luggage lock connecting each one
Prevents her girl from going astray
Slut you think you've seen your master mean
You better lick my puss and asshole clean
Treat my clit like bubllegum
Bitch make me come
It's time for bed she'll secure her head
Between her thighs for a thorogh night suck
Along whiththis she'll be driking her piss
So louise don't have to get up
Two goodnesses in love
One resides below one reigns from above
One adorns cuffs while one covets keys
The purgatorial touch of louise

Got a no string guitar, got a
Sunn beta head, i'm a rock & roll
Star, I aint no musician some things
Stranger than fishin, got a
Beat on a drum no how to sing
Outta key got some illegal drugs
I aint no musician some things
Are weird I know what I am
Weigh out another gram
Some of us have all the luck
No matter how much we fucking suck

Give her a call for demorol and amal nitrate
I tell her dad don't worry sir we wont stay out late
I'm in love with her, the pharmacist's daugter
She's got my love, I got her drugs
Waking up in the afternoon can't wait to see her
Brigin in some colopin, i'm huffin ether
She's the one for me, without personality, I still want to see her everyday
We got a date and I can't wait to see my baby
If I wine and dine her she just might sedate me
She's so beatiful, she keeps my prescriptions full
She's got my love I get her drugs
Looks like I've gone and bought the pharmacy

You know it when it's over
Doors are closing feel the
Sober staring at you
You better take
One last good look
One more round and
It's bottles to the
Ground smashing
Of the glass what a supersonic sound
You gotta pull the
Plug when it's time
To die bottles to
The ground
Theres a suitcase
On the sidewalk
There's a record in
A milkcrate, she'll be
Staying you'll be
Trowing wiskey
Over one lip
One more round
Then it's bottle
To the ground
Smasing of the
Glass a perfect
Imperfect sound
You gotta pay the
Piper when the rats
Are gone whoa whoa
All bottles
To the ground

Go away, sunny day
Go away, sunny day

All the horny people sitting
In front of their TV and thinkin'
What is wrong with me? I'm not a monster
Why won't anybody fuck me
I don't wanna live life lonely
Why does everyone have to be perfect?

Go away, sunny day
Go away, sunny day

All the barfly's sippin' whiskey
Fighting ever present pitty
Wondering what they keep sucking back for
Is it the drink or trepidation
Watching all trains leave the station
Left standing alone without a ticket

You light up my life
You give me hope
You carry on
You light up my days
And you, you light up my life

Stop searching cause there's no answer
Just a long ride of disaster
There's no simple way to stop the sadness
Life's not fair I'm glad it's not
This isn't heaven just a lonely
Planet on the verge of self-destruction

My vagina has two sets of lips,
but I don't get monthly blood drips
My vagina hardly even used
My vagina's got lots of extra skin
They took my outtie and made it an in
Changing Donnie to Marie Osmond

Operation, successful
But now I gotta pee
Through a miniature hole
Gotta remember to put the seat down
And when I wipe my ass
I go from front to back
Cause I don't want a bladder infection

I never thought I'd miss my vas deferans
I trade it in for a pair of used cans
Now I get to hang with lesbians

Operation, paid up front
Now I show all my friends
My new designer cunt
They think I'm kinda weird
But that's ok with me
Cause now I kick their ass
Played from the ladies tee
There's nothing finer
Than having a vagina

Light the match,
Burn the flower,
Leave behind,
All the wrong,
Why be sad,
When happiness can be bought,
For a little more than free,
Modern day prohibition,
Are we men,are we children,
At what age, can I choose,
How to live,
The only real drug problem,
Is scoring real good drugs,
Havent we learned our lesson,
The corner store sells butter scotch,
But who's got uncut powder,
We just want what is ours,
Dignity if god created plants and buds
That I find and abuse
Then who the fuck are you to juge me?

we're professional punkers we come from the suburbs after 15 years we're still
having fun now we're over 30 not looking so pretty at least we got a beat up
accordian that's erik our drummer his father's a plumber he drank enough booze
to get rhode island drunk now sober but smelly he's got one big belly from
living the good life provided by punk singin singin singin buy me a becks beer
or pass me a bong gimmie some bushmills i'll sing you this song open another
big box of cheap wine we're over 30 we're doin just fine el hefe is not satanic
he's one hip hispanic he grew up with one dozen cousins and kin he wears baggy
pants he know how to break dance you've seen him do every impersonation that's
melvin on six string "some tell me i can't sing" oh i think you can just don't
do it round me stick with what you know playing guitar solo with hetson and
watt in punk rock karaoke singin singin singin buy me a becks beer or pass me a
bong gimmie some bushmills i'll sing you this song open another big box of
cheap wine
we're over 30 we're doin just fine my name is fat mike i'm obsessed with big
lesbians i've been a punk rocker for most of my life i sing kinda flat i'm not
really so fat but that's how i hit them with a hook or a slice i'm kent i do
sound look he's getting so round i'm timmy the turtle he counts as he clicks
i'm jay i don't care someone please cut his hair i'm limo from scotland so give
me haggis singin singin singin buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong gimmie
some bushmills i'll sing you this song open another big box of cheap wine we're
over 30 we're doin just fine buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong gimmie some
bushmills i'll sing you this song we a quaalide or chop we a line we're pushin
40 we're doin just fine give me a casual, pass me a bong, give me glen lebbit
i'll sing you this song open another big box of cheap wine if you take the
lowe road and i'll take the high

You know it when it's over
Doors are closing feel the
Sober staring at you
You better take
One last good look
One more round and
It's bottles to the
Ground smashing
Of the glass what a supersonic sound
You gotta pull the
Plug when it's time
To die bottles to
The ground
Theres a suitcase
On the sidewalk
There's a record in
A milkcrate, she'll be


Staying you'll be
Trowing wiskey
Over one lip
One more round
Then it's bottle
To the ground
Smasing of the
Glass a perfect
Imperfect sound
You gotta pay the
Piper when the rats
Are gone whoa whoa
All bottles
To the ground