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from Nofx - S&M Airlines (1989)
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 |
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from Nofx - S&M Airlines (1989)
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 |
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from Nofx - S&M Airlines (1989)
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 |
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from Nofx - S&M Airlines (1989)
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 |
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from Nofx - S&M Airlines (1989)
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 |
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from Nofx - S&M Airlines (1989)
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 |
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from Nofx - S&M Airlines (1989)
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! |
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from Nofx - S&M Airlines (1989)
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 |
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from Nofx - S&M Airlines (1989)
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 |
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from Nofx - S&M Airlines (1989)
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
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from Nofx - S&M Airlines (1989)
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. |
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from Nofx - S&M Airlines (1989)
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 |
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from Nofx - Heavy Petting Zoo (1996)
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 |
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from Nofx - Heavy Petting Zoo (1996)
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. |
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from Nofx - Heavy Petting Zoo (1996)
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 |
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from Nofx - Heavy Petting Zoo (1996)
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 |
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from Nofx - Heavy Petting Zoo (1996)
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 |
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from Nofx - Heavy Petting Zoo (1996)
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 |
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from Nofx - Heavy Petting Zoo (1996)
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 |
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from Nofx - Heavy Petting Zoo (1996)
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 |
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from Nofx - Heavy Petting Zoo (1996)
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 ..." |
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from Nofx - Heavy Petting Zoo (1996)
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 |
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from Nofx - Heavy Petting Zoo (1996)
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 |
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from Nofx - Heavy Petting Zoo (1996)
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 |
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from Nofx - Heavy Petting Zoo (1996)
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 |
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from Nofx - Heavy Petting Zoo (1996)
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 |
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from Nofx - Heavy Petting Zoo (1996)
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 |
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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
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 |
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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
Billy Cobin lost it all
We knew he would eventually Some wonders why he took the fall Others just ask who the hell is he And why should we care for him? A baggy man with baggy clothes A face made of paper mache He lost his humor years ago Along with his molars His head planted beneath his shoulders Kill the pain, integrity don't keep you warm and sane Don't throw me out with the bath water Don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me Billy Cobin had a time, Billy Cobin had a place Following his fifteen minute climb Billy took a seven second leap a cannonball Plunge off the deep |
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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
I'm not insane, I'm not bummed out
I got no one to blame, nothing to change I got no evil to fight One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst Society don't bother me And there's something wrong with that So I'm off to Pakistan, learn the laws of Islam Fundamentalism, forget that rock 'n' roll No cigarette, no drink, in fact It's difficult to think about getting laid When you don't even get to see her face I'm not insane I'm not insane, I'm not liquored up I got nothin' to do, nothin' to lose I got no place to call home One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst Society don't bother me, there's something wrong with that Next step Mongolia Don't get to golf or fuck or bowl with 'ya Throw out that handicap No stepping out, till spring, in fact it's Difficult to sing when it's 20 below And that's during the day I'm not insane |
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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
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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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
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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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
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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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
Je me balladais sur l'avenue
Le coeur ouvert ?l'inconnu J'avais envie de dire bonjour ?n'importe qui N'importe qui et ce f? toi Et je t'ai dit n'importe quoi Il suffisait de te parler pour t'apprivoiser Aux champs ?ys?s, Aux champs ?ys?s Au soleil sous la pluie, a midi ou minuit Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux champs ?ys?s Tu m'as dit j'ai rendez-vous dans un sous-sol avec des fous Qui vivent la guitare ?la main du soir au matin Alors je t'ai accompagn?br />On a chant? on a dans?br />Et on a m?e pas pens??s'embrasser! Aux Champs-Elysees, aux Champs-Elysees Au soleil, sous la pluie, ?midi ou ?minuit Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Elysees |
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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
Don't believe a word your grandfather says
He's been classified grade a psycotik You can see it from the hole in his head A saner man would have used a bigger gun Degeneration ah ah ah ah ah The lunatic clause was written for you The story spoken is a story unheard By you so listen cause it's unbelievable A certain trait has passed while while centuries turned This certain trait has been a family tradition No simple way to tell you son We share the same red tainted blood I'm gonna kill me, You're gonna kill you Killing you Don't believe a word your grandfather says Don't believe a word your grandfather says Don't believe a word your grandfather says He's a psycotik, grade a psycotic |
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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
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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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe Because there's never gonna be enough space So eat the meek, enjoy the waste It's always gonna be a delicacy Lick your chops and eat the meek Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe The factory mass producing fear, bottled, Capped, distributed near and far Sold for a reasonable price And the people, they love it, they feed it Brush with it, bathe with it, breathe it Inject it direct to the blood It seems to be replacing love Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe Because there's always gonna be token truth Forgotten code discarded youth You know there's always gonna be pedigree One own the air one pay to breathe Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe |
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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
Blast oxygen masks, smoke filled cabin
Depressurize, don't be afraid, hold onto me We're goin down, but not our love Death don't seem so bad, when I'm with you My only love, so close your eyes Kiss me one last time, We're gonna Die, but not our love, not our love |
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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
You better watch out you better not cry
You better put out records D.I.Y. Cause it's not what you've done it's what you've been If you fuck up I'm telling Tim Take you out of book your own life part six You won't play again at abc You're gonna get ostracized like Lawrence When I tell Tim I'm telling Tim I'm telling Tim I'm telling Tim |
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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 |
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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
Indiscriminate I'd rather be elite
I'll choose my own shit scene Unsubstantiated rumors flown are true I'm here for me not you 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 |
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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
Everybody needs some time away
Just stuck in the k-hole again An 18 hour holiday Just stuck in the k-hole again, just once again Mrs. Kitty Ketamine your perseverance may Outlast my ambition to go home Infatuation with your dark side I obey Forbidden pleasures, I have grown to loathe/love Somewhere between the eden and north utopia Somewhere beneath the astral plain I've taken residence on sybaritic soil You won't be seeing me again You won't be seeing me again Dropping Crumbs and flying thumbs Won't help me get back home The home is where the heart is, I've been told 'Cause I promised my heart to her She cooked it meduium well Then proceded to swallow it whole It may sound good to you It may sound oh so wrong Just stuck in the k-hole again Winter's broken, summer's gone Just stuck in the k-hole again Just once again |
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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
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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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
"Kill the rockstars" how ironic, Kathleen
You've been crowned the newest queen Kinda like the punk rock Gloria Steinham You can't change the world by blaming men Can't change the world by hating men Just cause I don't know the reason You're so pissed Don't dare tag me mysoginist I thought the goal here was mutual respect Not constructing a separate sect I wish I could have seen Courtney Demonstrate some real mysoginy Can't change the world by hating men |
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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
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 |
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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
I sit in my easy chair
I've got so much time to spare cause I know in my future days I'll have my lion's share There's nothing I like better Than getting something for nothing Some will tell you, you get nothing for free Obviously they've not met me I live the lifestyle they speak of so highly I live the life, the life of Riley You can have your cake and eat it too And there's lots of free lunch for you If you think you feel cheated you don't have a clue You don't know where you are, or what to do I sit in my easy chair I've got so much time to spare cause I know in my future days I'll have my lion's share I live the lifestyle they speak of so highly I live the life, the life of Riley Jump in... |
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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
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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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
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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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
I take her to the aquarium, she says shark
I take her to the planetarium, she says dark I take her to the seaside Where she likes to spin and twirl She says sure and cool and yeah She's my monosylabic girl I take her to the university, she says huh I take her to our anniversary, she says one I take her to the jewelry store I say diamonds, she says pearls Oh everyone knows I'm in love and yeah With the monosylabic girl |
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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
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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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
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 |
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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
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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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
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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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
It's funny how nothing seems much fun
anymore to me now that I quit the drink 'cause soberness it might be what I need but it's certainly not how I wanna be Nothing seems much fun anymore to me Consequence never had any kinda think about shoulda coulda happen to me C-Common sense my parents said I Didn't have any, but now look whose got the dough Nothing seems much fun anymore to me Don't feel like goin' out Nothing worth singin about missin' the alcohol no longer born to lose put away my party shoes Missing the alcohol Without Tonic N gin Without not Vicodin Nothin seem much fun anymore to me X 4 |
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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
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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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
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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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
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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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
Trip down the stairs into hell
Cathay de I miss your smell A mixture of puke, beer, stale piss Fuck, sweat, and fear Adrenaline addicted, the blood leak From my head kinda concerned my friends But at the time it felt so right The music blaring on, now that desperation's gone (The song is same) The desperation's gone Turn, tune the knob k-go Some alternal radio Strategic marketing hype, media, stereotype Has our music been castrated? Yes To you it may sound good To me it sounds all wrong The notes and chords sound similar The same forbidden beat, but The desperation's gone (the song's the same) But the desperation's gone |
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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
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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from Nofx - So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes & I Heard They Live (1998)
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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from Nofx - Pump Up The Valuum (2000)
(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. |
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from Nofx - Pump Up The Valuum (2000)
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 |
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from Nofx - Pump Up The Valuum (2000)
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 |
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from Nofx - Pump Up The Valuum (2000)
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 |
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from Nofx - Pump Up The Valuum (2000)
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 |
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from Nofx - Pump Up The Valuum (2000)
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? |
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from Nofx - Pump Up The Valuum (2000)
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 |
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from Nofx - Pump Up The Valuum (2000)
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 |
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from Nofx - Pump Up The Valuum (2000)
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 |
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from Nofx - Pump Up The Valuum (2000)
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 |
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from Nofx - Pump Up The Valuum (2000)
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 |
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from Nofx - Pump Up The Valuum (2000)
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 |
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from Nofx - Pump Up The Valuum (2000)
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 |
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from Nofx - Pump Up The Valuum (2000)
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 |
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from Nofx - Pump Up The Valuum (2000)
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 |
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from Nofx - Pump Up The Valuum (2000)
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 |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
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 |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
> 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... |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
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 |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
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 |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
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 |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
> 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 |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
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 |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
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 ... |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
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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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
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 |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
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 |
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from Nofx - Ribbed (2008)
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 |
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