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
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
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?
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.
