No Shirts, No Shoes, No Service
Inflation invasion the prices rising up
the wealthy are doin fine while the poor are shakin cups
we give them money, they give us service at large
people are a' dyin now how much will they charge
and i think money is essential to life, it brings greed and cuts like a knife
but if you got no money then they don't want you here
"go home and get drunk", but who's payin for the beer?

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I would like to go home
throw my TV out the window, watch it one more time then let it go
and i would like to get a job
i'm such a fucking slob with no control

welfare, food stamps, social security...we need money but thats not even half the story
subsidised housing and two jobs just two survive, end of the week you're out broke but still alive
your social class rank is determined by your pension, it doesn't matter about your lack of education
and if you got the money you'll be respected by your peers, go home and get drunk and "bring on the beers"
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I gotta price on my head from the back to the front, i ain't no ex con just a fugitive runt
i gotta price on my head from the front to the back, street fightin cops goin to kids buyin crack
cash money warfare when will it stop, kid needed money sold the rock to the cops
its infected circulation can't you see, all the money we use is drug money
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No Shirts, No Shoes, No Service x7
XXX

He's got the eye of a hawk but he fails to get by, he thinks his goal in life is to die, die, die
and he always got himself to blame
he needs pity and attention cause he's got no one, he'll start to cry and he'll run, run, run
and he always got himself to blame

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Theres one question he had to ask, it was: can i touch you there would you really care
in this world full of sex, dubbed XXX, he was lieng the truth

give em a bandaid he's got a broken heart, better fix em up good so he doesn't fall apart
and he always has himself to blame
he lied his way in and he lied his way out, gettin laid was what it was all about
and he always has himself to blame

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Pop Punk Bastards

Suzie was a friend of mine, party at billy's it starts at nine, come along and we'll kiss all night cause they're pop punk, pop punk bastards

Billy said bobby liked suzie, i'd rather shoot her in the head with an oozie
extreme emo makes them cry, i hear it agian i'd probably die
a simple plan to make some money, blink182 truly isn't funny
fake it up to make some bucks, cause they're pop punk, pop punk bastards

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Woah, Woah, Oh I love her, Oh I love her x2

Lifestyles of the rich and famous, go get fucked in the anus
extreme emo makes them cry, why won't this trend just fucking die
nysnc all over again, when will it end, i don't know when
they're plastic bands for plastic fans, cause they're pop punk, pop punk bastards

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