| Rio Bravo Reprise -- cKy From Camp Volume 1 -- Lyrics by Deron Miller Pulled into a truck stop...my luck is over The plan is failing....I think not Santa's Coming -- cKy with Bam Margera From Camp Kill Yourself Volume Two and the Landspeed: cKy video You better watch out, you better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why Cause I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you! Fuck! He's making a list, he's checking it twice He's gonna find out who's a fucker... And nobody's getting fuck! You hear me? Nobody's getting any toys! FUCK! Nobody's getting fuck! He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're awake He doesn't know a god damn thing 'cause the whole fucking thing is fake "Santa, is there anything I can do?" "Is there anything you can do? You can GET BACK TO WORK!" You better watch out, you better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why Cause I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you! Fuck! He's making a list, he's checking it twice He's gonna find out who's a fucker... And nobody's getting fuck! You hear me? Nobody's getting any more toys! FUCK! I want some fuckin *can't unnderstand it* He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're awake Your stocking's filled with coal because you're a spoiled brat-ass dick You better make sure you learn how to spell Cause if you don't you're burning in hell Santa Claus is coming, I said Santa Claus is coming, I said Santa Claus is coming, I said Santa Claus is coming, Santa Claus is coming to town Shit Shippensberg -- cKy By Deron Miller from the Disengage The Siulator EP and Volume Two (Shippensbam) You know what makes me happy The things that make you sad The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag I found my indecision The product of the media grime The feel that I control have you press rewind And now I'm on the wings Hoping that you'll hear Don't bother to respond You love to hear me again And when the sun beams down all of your lies Close, close, yeah close the light The sky's all grey in the barracks I know I'm a lousy hero The classic act of feeling is that of a memory And you are peering down through parascopic eyes Close, close, yeah close (conscience) I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid We'll drive the band to Shippensberg and hope that we get played And in the end of a season the voices turn it all off The things that were so meaningless 'til the next one comes along I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid We'll drive the band to Shippensberg and hope that we get played Drunken Freestyle -- Brandon DiCamillo From Camp Kill Yourself Volume Two You can't stop it if I stop you I can Here comes Jess, the garbage man Ooh ahh, I'll page ya on your face and then I'll place ya Inside of my cell room, where we can fuck you in the ass with a broom And a baseball bat, swing for the reaches Swing for the hi-ho hi-lo bitches Cut my toenail, left in stitches, we bleed We used to call pants britches! Ha yeah oh no! Yes yo no Mr. Homo All right let's settle down it's time for class and Mr. Robins Brown Aw, yeah suckas, gather up! It's about time you busted a nut! 'Bout time you let go, bout time You found out retarded people are slow But there's more to recite cause they can't hide their true feelings True stealing I'm jumpin' all for you Can you feel my card hand dealing? I'm dealin lucky numbers And if you're the next one you might stumble down that Flight of stairs, but I don't care there ain't no help for you There ain't no repair you might end up make you bleed You ain't movin, Chrsitopher Reeves Oh no! Oh no! Yo I'm still me, I'm still the same, I'm still the same I ever been I'm still the betta best best that there ever been And then I pissed down my throat I tried to row a boat I tried to see Ryan Gee float but he just can't He took off his pants he put frogs and ants right up his ass Creepin' around, he was in a dream tryin to scheme To make sure he was...(fade out) We Wish You A Shitty Christmas -- cKy with Bam Margera From Camp Kill Yourself Volume Two and the Landspeed: cKy video I wish you a fucking Christmas I wish you a sucky Christmas I wish you a shitty Christmas And hate Richard Gere (?) I wish you a shitty Christmas I wish you a fucking Christmas I wish you a sucky Christmas And a boring New Year I bring you a stocking full of gore I'll fuck you in the asshole (something else) I wish for the death of you and your kin Now hanging from the ceiling I'll shred off your skin And a boring New Year Brandon Dicamillo - Chinese Freestyle From the video CKY2K Who wants to taste my general tso...you want to taste my general tso I'm-a give it to you now Who like my chopstick hit you when I shit with my little-ass dick. Yellow If you wanna see me eat Jell-O I never seen nothin' like you before I can kick you higher than you can kick me I can kick you way up into a tree Who wants a taste of my oo-long tea? Ho ha ho ha ho chi chi Everybody in the phone book name Chang wanna see my wang? Neva Good God hit the gong with a bang. WAAA? Everybody wanna see me throw a fireball but that's not right not in real life You will fall down and break a leg Everybody wanna see me break a leg? Well I don't but I like fried rice and I got lice Ching chow woah ching wang woo wice that ain't nice Four for the cookie I only touch it twice Delivery is free but not from me I only swallow dolla fifty fifty five. wanna see me GO GAA? Hit you with the lang. HAI YA! War when I hit you with the shit do a split Take a shit have to go eat my shit kung-fu Want my buffet? You fucking gay, ah Wai-lo hit you with the hay Stay the fuck away Hit you in the balls. Only Americans eat duck sauce And my soy sauce is for you, I can put it in your shoe Watch this- I can tiptoe while you take a piss In my bathroom spy on you while your little boy shits WAAAAAAAAI-YAH! I can kick you if you don't pay the bill And if you want a little mint, that's fifty cent, bitch Everything cost a little bit So don't expect nothin for free, at least from me Ching Chang Chewie I got you from Taiwan city and Hong Kong I just smoked a bong and I can do it all night long And don't mistake me for a Viet Cong I can get you and tackle you take you never see me When I get you and make you Rope you up and put you in a bamboo cage and make you feel all my rage Poke you with a little stick till you page your buddies to come napalm me God damn that shit burned blew away my whole city Ho Chi Minh Shoot a load on your chin God damn thats a sad goygo goodbye And if you wanna come on in You can work in to my world where the yellow shit begins HAI YA Can't be tamed I got shit to control your brain and it's called Egg Foo Yung, En Lo Main So come on in baby and have it just the same HAI YA! HAAAAAH! No wok tow ung di day HA, I don't suppose ha haha Huh? huhhhuhu huh Fat Fuck - cKy From the video CKY2K and the Warped Tour Bootleg 2000 This song is about Chad Ginsburg's lactose intolerance I want cheese but I can't digest the shit I'm on a leave in the middle of Washington These are some of the things I can't eat It's yogurt, milk, and cheese that makes me shit I can not not not have nothing But when I eat dairy my bowels do flow Uh-oh I think I shit myself (ohhh!) I had some ice cream and... I'll be back, I'm goin' to the can! He cannot digest the lactose these are just the facts He cannot digest the lactose these are just the facts He cannot digest the lactose these are just the facts He cannot digest the lactose these are just the facts There are the lyrics from VOLUME ONE...I will bring the cover to scan tomorrow. Put the cover up for something to head the page with, they will click in the song title to get the lyrics 96 Quite Bitter Beings -- cKy From Camp Volume 1 -- Lyrics by Deron Miller With my perceptions in a mix, down 20 miles through the sticks To the clouded town of Hellview population 96 Excessive vacancy well maybe in the shadow of an eye All the strangers pass right through it where the rules just don't apply At the fork turn left, a store, but on the right stay free from sight Cause 96 quite bitter beings like to stack the bodies high The only way to ever leave is overflooded by the storm And entanglement in Hellview brings you fear in 50 forms They've deleted all the tourists at the bottom of the lake And not one supports the cause to leave the blood stay in the veins Here three miles back is where we are All we ever wanted was an answer The civilized are close yet way too far All we ever wanted was an answer Footprints giving clue to where we are All we ever wanted was answer The civilized are close yet way too far All we ever wanted... Rio Bravo -- cKy From Camp Volume 1 -- Lyrics by Deron Miller I've seen it done like the way the dogs do I'll think it over, we're standing into Your phony life but now it's all dry can't take it you will see Not more than others....your phony life Like I don't hear them, but I'll tell you something else When we get to the desert it's out What we left in the past....it tears me up Pulled into a truck stop...my luck is over The plan is failing....I think not What we left in the past...it tears me up It's not what you're used to in the middle of nowhere I'm an old man I love to wander distantly Your phony life and now it's all dry if you think that I had myself controlled That's a lie Disengage The Simulator -- cKy From Camp Volume 1 -- Lyrics by Deron Miller With the error that's in my mind and in my soul I'm flying high I got a picture in the box that's bringing me to where I am Yet the eyes are all affixed on you not me for driving blind And the first time will be the last time that you believe You're falling as you decide Face down the whole world wide Before cannot be retrieved From all the way up here there's no end I'm flying high But the worst is never first and there's a person that will set you straight Cancelling a force within my brain For flying high A simulator has been disengaged Indifference begins to take sides Face down the whole world wide Before cannot be retrieved From all the way up here there's no end I'm flying high But the worst is never first and there's a person that will set you straight The Human Drive In Hi-Fi -- cKy From Camp Volume 1 -- Lyrics by Deron Miller I can't deny it all my life It's the token of my eyes Something you would try For the best in the obscene You just look on your tv screen To pass away the while It doesnt matter if you're Red, black, or in the sack I've got my grip I've got a hold Nothing ties them down like prime time in Hi-Fi But now its getting old People stop and stare Here there and everywhere They've got the blueprints for life If you keep pretending The world is ending Then you'll be fictionized So stop the human drive The fierce power switching on the Ripe adolescent light Terminates in five The people standing in the lines Have seen the film a million times With a pocket full of dimes So unless it is for free You'll spin the country on its side To be intensified People stop and stare Here there and everywhere They've got the blueprints for life If you keep pretending The world is ending Then you'll be fictionized It's on this tv It's on the tv It's on your tv It's on the tv It's on his tv It's on her tv It's on his tv It's on your tv screen!!! You keep pretending the world is ending...and you'll be fictionized Lost In A Contraption -- cKy From Camp Volume 1 -- Lyrics by Deron Miller I was lost in a contraption Took me days to find direction Suddenly the moments collide Finally found the fault in father Family blood dilutes the water I was dazed in my direction tonight Photographed when he hit the ground No one minds That's my blind side I was lost and you're to blame A man of doubt gave me a name The obvious was too hard to find To watch me try is out of line The sun will shine To watch me die Is out of line The sun will still shine What's mine is mine The sun will still shine Knee Deep -- cKy From Camp Volume 1 -- Lyrics by Deron Miller Some people don't know, don't know what is wrong so they're knee deep, Knee deep in sorrow Knee Deep -- cKy From Camp Volume 1 -- Lyrics by Deron Miller Some people don't know, don't know what is wrong so they're knee deep, Knee deep in sorrow My Promiscuous Daughter -- cKy From Camp Volume 1 -- Lyrics by Deron Miller I caught my daughter giving head to my brother I caught my daughter giving head to my brother I caught my daughter giving head to my brother I caught my daughter giving head to my brother Only domestic free I caught a graphic dream Some say to innovate I don't need that again I caught my daughter giving head to my brother I caught my daughter giving head to my brother I caught my daughter giving head to my brother I caught my daughter giving head to my brother What can be done with my promiscuous daughter? What can be done with my promiscuous daughter? What can be done with my promiscuous daughter? I can't be down with my promiscuous daughter Not just a family name I hear but don't complain Anyone can feel ashamed I don't need that again Some say to innovate They make a mockery A resolution on New Year's Day Clean up my train of thought What can be done with myyyyy What can be done with my promiscuous daughter? What can be done with my promiscuous daughter? What can be done with my promiscuous daughter? I can't be down with myyyyy! Sara's Mask -- cKy From Camp Volume 1 -- Lyrics by Deron Miller The first time I saw you I thought that I could just make another And then I realized that in life you were just another mirror The first words you spoke were the ones that I vaguely remember But taddin the night and the times that we haven't spent together And is it your face that's got you down? Or is it your mind (mine) when no one's around? (Thinking thoughts of suicide) And is it your face (mine)that's got you down? Or is it your mind when no one's around? And now when she leaves in the dark behind amber waves of cancer A stroll in the park is a walk for her hopes to be a dancer A light at the end of a tunnel that's been going on forever You don't understand why these people are looking unfamiliar So take my hand 'cause I will walk you around in a mask Why don't you tell me about And is it your face that's got you down? Or is it your mind (mine) when no one's around? (Thinking thoughts of suicide) And is it your face (mine)that's got you down? Or is it your mind when no one's around? And now when you leave in the dark beside everybody's answers You plant it away to abandon us and live your life the way you like Avoiding the urge to go sulk in your remedial appearance Sara I only expect to see the whole thing a little bit clearer So take my hand 'cause I will walk you around in a mask Why don't you tell me about And is it your face that's got you down? Or is it your mind (mine) when no one's around? (Thinking thoughts of suicide) And is it your face (mine)that's got you down? Or is it your mind when no one's around? So take my hand 'cause I will walk you around in a mask Why don't you tell me about Sara's Mask -- cKy From Camp Volume 1 -- Lyrics by Deron Miller The first time I saw you I thought that I could just make another And then I realized that in life you were just another mirror The first words you spoke were the ones that I vaguely remember But taddin the night and the times that we haven't spent together And is it your face that's got you down? Or is it your mind (mine) when no one's around? (Thinking thoughts of suicide) And is it your face (mine)that's got you down? Or is it your mind when no one's around? And now when she leaves in the dark behind amber waves of cancer A stroll in the park is a walk for her hopes to be a dancer A light at the end of a tunnel that's been going on forever You don't understand why these people are looking unfamiliar So take my hand 'cause I will walk you around in a mask Why don't you tell me about And is it your face that's got you down? Or is it your mind (mine) when no one's around? (Thinking thoughts of suicide) And is it your face (mine)that's got you down? Or is it your mind when no one's around? And now when you leave in the dark beside everybody's answers You plant it away to abandon us and live your life the way you like Avoiding the urge to go sulk in your remedial appearance Sara I only expect to see the whole thing a little bit clearer So take my hand 'cause I will walk you around in a mask Why don't you tell me about And is it your face that's got you down? Or is it your mind (mine) when no one's around? (Thinking thoughts of suicide) And is it your face (mine)that's got you down? Or is it your mind when no one's around? So take my hand 'cause I will walk you around in a mask Why don't you tell me about To All Of You -- cKy From Camp Volume 1 -- Lyrics by Deron Miller The mirror doesn't look like them I guess it never will What would you say if I took a piece for me? Happiness is your best friend it doesn't appeal to me Have you ever seen me? As I'm talking and lest you down I find all you used to be But you never talk your way The universe is in your hands it doesn't appeal to me What would they say if I took a piece for me? Happiness is your best friend it doesn't appeal to me Have you ever seen me? As I'm talking and lest you down I find all you used to be But you never talk your way The mirror doesn't look like them I guess it never will What would you say if I took a piece for me? Happiness is your best friend it doesn't appeal to me Have you ever seen me Halfway House (secret song)-- cKy From Camp Volume 1 -- Lyrics by Deron Miller This song is on unlisted track 10 and starts at 15:05. Once again, I'm not too sure about these lyrics Sometimes I get the strangest feelings I want to bust your head I've got the whole world freaking I'm just the kind of guy All around the world They've got their hands up screaming Can't the gambles fly No one knows for sure I've got the portrait hanging around In the picture frame In the halfway house on life We're not the same Time draws a narrow streak I'm just your average freak I made a deal with life I'm known around the world I'm not the one with the open wound You're just protection for the righteous kind I'm not the one with an open wound You're just protection for the righteous kind Righteous kind... And of a world of trouble I've got the hopeful freed Made a deal with life I know that nothing's cruel My cataclystic thoughts The mother of my dreams You friend betrayed my smoke screen I'm wrapped around your screams There's a portrait hanging around In the picture frame In the halfway house on life And I'm not the same I'm not the one with the open wound You're just protection for the righteous kind I'm not the one with an open wound You're just protection for the righteous kind |