NOFX lyrics
NOFX / I HEARD THEY SUCK
LIVE!
1995 - Fat Wreck Chords
INTRO
man i haven't slept in two days i've been on booze straight. i saw
you do drugs and it looked like powder. this is a live record, you guys are all
on a record tonight. no, we don't want to hear that yelling and shit we wanna
hear that... there you go, fuck off! lots of curse words. damn, throwing shit at
us. man, last night they threw ice tonight they're throwing lit cigarettes,
that's not cool. yeah, more ice... throw some ice. ok, that's enough. aw, look i
don't need to hear about how shitty my hair looks, i know all about it. so uh,
really we're just about to play... tell them about it eric. yeah, yep. will you
guys shut the fuck up and play a song already. you see, the first night we
played i was wasted and that was fun, now i'm sober now. how much fun can you
have when you're sober, huh? not that much! 1,2,1,2,3 you don't know what you
wanna be, you don't know what you wanna be, you got nothing. you don't know what
you wanna be, you don't know anything
LINOLEUM
Possessions 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 important
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 beach Side combing the sand metal meter in my hand sporting a pocket full of
shit That's me on the street with a violin under my chin playing with a grin,
singing G.b.h. 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
YOU'RE BLEEDING
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 knew a
girl where did she go?
MORON BROTHERS
talking about the moron bros tattooed fingers, tattooed toes they're
idiots, they're losers, they're scum taking advantage of everyone you're a dog,
they're your fleas doin' everything they can to spread disease they'll take your
beer, they'll take your drugs leave with you microscopic bugs 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 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 leech, they'll latch, they are the itch you can't scratch do do do do do
do do do da do do do do etc. 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 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!
PUNK GUY
crazier than gg, more pc than ian colored teeth like johnny exudes a
vicious disposition his hair sticks out like colin' did, he jumps similar to
springa, he points his middle finga not just he singer in the band voted biggest
asshole role model of the year got a face like charles bronson straight outta
green bay wisconsin not just a singer in the band he'll puke on you, he'll fuck
your mom, he'll smoke while huffing gas he was the punkest mother fucker i ever
did see why hell in detroit he was more punk than me even he should've been on
the cover he should've been on the cover he should've been on the cover of
maximum rock'n'roll
BOB
he spent fifteen years gettin' loaded fifteen years 'till his liver
exploded now what's bob gonna do now that he can't drink? the doctor said,
"what were you thinkin' 'bout?" bob said, "that's just the point,
i wasn't thinkin' 'bout nothing now i gotta do something else to pass the
time." had someone shave his head got a new identity sixty-two holed air
conditioned boots and a girl who rides a scooter to take him out of town they
would get away riding around, as the trucks drive by you could here the mother
fuckers go... a couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe kickin' in heads at the
punk rock show, yeah 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 drinkin',
now's the time." will he ever walk the line to all my friends, i feel just
great will he ever walk the line kissin' ass, givin' head red suspenders once a
day he shaves his head but will he ever walk the line? but will he ever walk the
line? (x4)
LIFE O' RILEY
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 lion share 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 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.
YOU DRINK, YOU DRIVE, YOU SPILL
i say don't drink and drive you might spill your drink before you get
behind that wheel, just stop and think you can take your 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 how
much beer i spill how much beer i spill i say don't drink and drive you might
spill your drink before you get behind that wheel, just stop and think 35% of
accidents are cause 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. i'm not so worried about how many i kill i'm much more concerned
with how much beer i spill how much beer i spill how much beer i spill i say
don't drink and drive you might spill your drink
NOTHING BUT A NIGHTMARE (SORTA)
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EAST BAY
get outta my way! can't you see i'm from east bay? i know blatz, i'm
down with e.b.u. i bet i got way more piercings than you i just love this town
my girlfriend weights 84 pounds met her at new method where i get in for free
she don't pay rent, neither do me when we go out tonight, gotta get my hair just
right prodius pads with 2 inch soles. i'll get my picture with murray bowles
gotta get those flyers out might get scout to lookout after that i'll go far
fame and fortune, d.m.r. rock city news
SOUL DOUBT
sometimes i feel my life is going 'round in circles beneath my eyes
are bluish black there's nothing new, no one i wanna talk to nothing i wanna
think about, i got soul doubt i stick my head out of the window, it's closed
instead of air, i get glass stuck in to my head the city's sounding, and i can't
seem to stop the pounding can't keep my thoughts from flying 'round not sure
what i am 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 i see cinderella she doesn't fit into the
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 my head out of 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
KILL ALL THE WHITE MAN
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
BEER BONG
if i want some beer i don't want to brat about how i missed the show
because i drink to slow so pass me the beer bong it wont take very long for me
to put down this torpedo to the ground because drinking beer is to slow beer
bong is the way to go to go to go don't drink to slow!
SIX PACK GIRLS
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TOGETHER ON THE SAND
i jack off with my left hand together on the sand we walked hand in
hand on the beach front she smiled at me as she tightly held my hand i had my
thumb up in her "stubble" country music played on the radio so i
turned it on we walked down to the water as i fucked your grandma's daughter (that's
your mama) the wave swept us away what a ho what a ho what a ho
NOWHERE
you can't believe the 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
THE BREWS
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!
BUGGLEY EYES
did you ever gone to sleep with bo derek and wake up with bo diddley?
did you ever gone to sleep with bo derek and wake up with bo diddley? you got so
loaded, you thought that she's the most beautiful gal you ever did see oh, did
you ever gone to sleep with bo derek and wake up with bo diddley? woke up in the
morning, to your surprise a couple melons in tube socks, and buggley eyes oh,
did you ever gone to sleep with bo derek and wake up with bo diddley?
OUTRO
thank you, we'll see you all at okie dogs
NOFX / PUNK IN DRUBLIC
Possesions never meant anything to me I'm not crazy (Cause I got none) Well that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar And a dog named dog who pisses on my floor That's right, I've got a floor So what, so what, so what? I've got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes Where everything imporatnt to me just seems to fall right down my leg and on the floor My closest friend linoleum Linoleum Supports my head, gives me something to believe That's me on the beachside combing the sand Metal meter in my hand Sporting a pocket full of change That's me on the street with a violin under my chin Playing with a grin, singing gibberish That's me on the back of the bus That's me in the cell That's me inside your head That's me inside your head
Breath ever soft We wouldn't wanna break the eggs as we walk Never alone, cautious, afraid I hear the voice of reason on the p.a. Leave it alone, follow the grain We couldn't stop the irresistible force Leave it the same, change with the winds Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the old Leave it alone DA NA NA NA NA NA NA (x4) Breath, ever so slight We couldn't take away your god given right Leave it alone, heel and stay Roll over and shake and beg for the bone Leave it alone DA NA NA NA NA NA NA (x4)
Rationalize values it's so easy to succeed Keeping your eyes on the prize excess Camped outside Laissez Faire People understand me there Don't talk to me we'll get along just fine Blowin' out your mores Henry Ford tradition preys on Idle minds left the emergency brake on too long Underneath the city lies the ruins of mankind The excavation was a financial success With artifacts of gold The arrowheads went straight to the Smithsonian The rest was melted doen and sold Substantial gains Minimal losses are tolerable As long as the machine keeps running fine Cannibals Functioning on Pheromones Rational thought lost to instinctual
It isn't for the money, no it isn't for the fun It's a plan, a scam, a diagram It's for the benefit of everyone You gotta have a little respect Subterranean ideals Traditional neglect Reflect on how you think it would make you feel The cause- we're just doing it for the cause No it isn't for the fortune, it isn't for the fame It's a scheme, a dream, a barterine We want everyone to think the same Because you know what you feel is right And you feel what you can't ignore And you try so hard to point the blame Ashamed- what do we do this for? The cause- we're just doing it for the cause (x4)
The connotations wearing my nerves thin Could it be semantics generating the mess we're in? I understand that language breeds stereotype But what's the explanation for the malice, for the spite? Don't call me white (x4) I wasn't brought here, I was born Circumsized, categorized, allegiance sworn Does this mean I have to take such shit For being fairskinned? No! I ain't a part of no conspiracy, I'm just you're average Joe Don't call me white (x4) Represents everything I hate The soap shoved in the mouth to cleanse the mind The vast majority of sheep A buttoned collar, starched and bleached Constricting veins, the blood flow to the brain slows They're so fuckin' ordinary white Don't call me white (x4)
Even if it's easy to be free What's your definition of freedom? And who the fuck are you, anyway? Who the fuck are they? Who the fuck am I to say? What the fuck is really going on? How did the cat get so fat? Why does the family die? Do you care why? 'cause there hasn't been a sign Of anything gettin' better in the ghetto People's fed up But when they get up You point your fuckin' finger You racist, you bigot But that's not the problem Now is it? It's all about the money Political power is takin Protecting the rich denying the poor Yeah, they love to watch the war from the White House And I wonder how can they sleep at night? How can they sleep at night? How did the cat get so fat? (x4)
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 skinheaded jews 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
Dresser droors are filled with pocket change Coupons cut, cigarettes smoked down to the butt, Is this what dreams are made of! Adding up subtracting down you find yourself sucking the rind Dying degree, graying amie Final payment made - had you forgot? The rightful owner of one deluxe cemetary plot Paisley satin lined how apprapoe What a better way to go Dying degree, graying amie No more eating crumbs When my pension finally comes Your kids want eat mush anymore 'round me Dying degree, graying amie
My father used to say You sleep with dogs the next day You'll wake in the bed scratching Those inevitable fleas At ten years old You listen to what you are told But I never felt the ich I never would My mother had forbidden me To waste away my life I want you to have all the things I could never buy you So don't stop what I'd begun You're my one, my only son Follow what I say not what I've done Follow what I say not what I've done Shower, scrub, and shave Cleanly boys don't misbehave Follow what I say not what I've done
Lori Meyers used to live upstairs Our parents had been friends years Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games At nine years old there's no such thing as shame It wasn't recognition of her face, what brough me back was a familiar mark As it flashed across the screen I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes Incriminating act, I felt that I could save her "Who are you to tell me how to live my life?" "You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time." "I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waitin' for no prince..." "To save me in fact until just now I was doin' just fine" And on and on I know what degregation feels like I felt it on the floor at the factory Where I worked long before, I took control now I answer to me The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please Where's the problem?
Don't wanna chill, don't wanna sit Don't wanna hear no hippy shit Don't tell me I've closed my mind Don't wanna groove, don't wanna dig Don't wanna spend the day naked Don't like my music country fried He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt He wears his birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk? No! Just confused Jeff don't wear regular shoes He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt He wears his birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk? No! Just confused Jeff don't wear regular shoes Fat Mike I gotta let you know It's not the tunes, it's their live show And all the people you get to meet Plenty of good vibes and decent drugs Stinky people give you hugs Walk around in your bare feet He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt He wears his birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk? No! Just confused Jeff don't wear regular shoes
Crazier than GG, yet more PC than Ian Got colored teeth like Johnny Exudes a vicious disposition His hair sticks out like Colin' did, he jumps Similar to Springa, he points his middle finga Not just he singer in the band Voted biggest asshole and role model of the year Got a face like Charles Bronson Straight outta Green Bay Wisconsin Not just a singer in the band He'll puke on you, he'll fuck your mom, he'll smoke while huffing gas He was the punkest mother fucker I ever did see Hell he was even more punk than me He should've been on the cover He should've been on the cover He should've been on the cover of Punk and Disorderly Volume II
He's just a man getting through life the best he can He's a not a scientist, he programs a computer Before that he sold cars to pay a student loan now he receives pity From his family - his friends say how could he Turn his back on on reason worshipping A God finding truth through fear and mind control He's just a man trying to explain how He found the word of God could make his life seem less insane So he shares what he's read, what he understands, it makes sense to him, it makes perfect sense to him, in fact He's never seen so clearly Turned his back on free will - has he lost his mind? He'd rather kneel down than take charge of his life And he knows what people think, but it dosen't sway him He can read the writings on the wall 'Cause he knows how people treat, how they treat eachother A sacrifice to benefit the all Don't try to judge him, his theological ideas His hopes may be false but his happiness is real Don't try to judge him, he's just a man
Reeko, try to understand, it really is that bad It won't just go away, the party's over It's past two'o'clock, so it's about time We stopped, 'cause I see the keg has been sucked dry The cisco was emptied in to the aquarium Where the fish all seem to play the ex lax Lines the dog bowl The toilet's overflowed, we've had our fun so now there's nothing left to damage. We got no place left to go Mr. President, please understand, it really is that bad It won't just go away, it's just beginning The ballots have been cast, we make like seaward rats Leave this sinking ship, leave and not look back The things we never tried to disallow Have come back to haunt us now With apple pie and chevrolet We've come to see the end, we've all made this bed Now we got nowhere to lay, dies and gentlemen Try to understand
Gigin alone at the bottom of the hill Our protagonist named Bill Sets his sghts on an anchor steam pint All he needs is thirteen quarters Congregated in his hat A crow, a scavenger type California redemption provides him with his rent Room and board inside a fifth of comfort As the wind penetrates his bones His mind keep focused Tidal waves of sound catapulted From his horn wail like lovers The coins don't drop consistent as does the mercury His meter slows realizing a zenith He's reached perfection No one did see him die
NOFX / SO LONG, AND THANKS
FOR ALL THE SHOES
1997 - Epitaph
Records
IT'S MY JOB TO KEEP PUNK ROCK ELITE
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 non conglomerate 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 buy and brand it i
win, you lose, cause its my job to keep punk rock elite this music ain't your
fuckin' industry
KIDS OF THE K-HOLE
everybody needs some time away just stuck in the k-hole again an is
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
eden and north utopia somewhere beneath 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
medium well then preceded 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.
MURDER THE GOVERNMENT
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 (yeah, yeah, yeah) 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
MONOSYLLABIC GIRL
i take her to 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 monosyllabic girl i take her to the university, she says "huh"
i take her to our anniversary, she says "one" i take her to the
jewellery store i say "diamond," she says "pearl" oh
everyone know i'm in love with a monosyllabic girl
180 DEGREES
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 greatest thing about bein' a human the ability to reason but
reasoning don't work when no one cares two parts apathy, one part despair guess
what, this might come as a surprise i'll no longer roll my eyes a chance of
heart to let the conscience breath one quick twist, just 180 degrees yeah, i
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 hierarchy go ahead,
work, waste your life away fuck that world, go fuck that right of way
ALL HIS SUITS ARE TORN
billy cobin lost it all we knew he would eventually some wonder 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
ALL OUTTA ANGST
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 cigarettes,
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, nothing 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 stop 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
I'M TELLING TIM
you better watch out, you better not cry you better put out records
diy 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 when you're gonna ostracized like lawrence when i tell tim, i'm telling tim
i'm telling tim, i'm telling tim
CHAMPS ELYSÉES
je m'baladais sur l'avenue, le coeur ouvert a l'inconnu. j'a vais
envie de dire bonjour a n'importe qui n'importe qui et ce fut toi, je t'ai dit
n'importe quoi, il suffisait de te parler, pour t'apprivoiser. aux champs-élysées,
aux champs-élysées au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit, il y a tout
ce que vous voulez aux champs-élysées tu m'as dit "j'ai rendez-vous dans
un sous-sol avec des fous, qui vivent la guitare a la main, du soir au matin".
alors je t'ai accompagnée, on a chanté, on a dansé et l'on n'a même pas pensé
-- a s'embrasser aux champs-élysées, auux champs-élysées au soleil, sous la
pluie, a midi ou a minuit, il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux champs-élysées
DAD'S BAD NEWS
don't believe a word your grandfather says he's been classified grade
a psychotic you 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 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 you're grandfather says don't believe a word you're grandfather says don't
believe a word you're grandfather says he's a psychotic, a grade a psychotic
KILL THE ROCK STARS
"kill the rock stars" 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 man just cause
i don't know the reason you're so pissed don't dare tag me misogynist i thought
the goal here was mutual respect not constructing a separate sect i wish i could
have seen courtney demonstrate some real misogyny can't change the world by
hating men
EAT THE MEEK
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,
savor the taste 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 with 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 always gonna be taken 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
THE DESPERATION'S GONE
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 desperation's gone turn,
tune the knob k-go some alterna 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
FLOSSING A DEAD HORSE
instrumental
QUART IN SESSION
it's funny how nothing seems much fun anymore to me now that i quit
the drink 'cause soberness 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 time to
think about what coulda, shoulda, happen to me c-common sense my parents said i
didn't have any, but now look whose got the dough no longer born to lose put
away my party shoes missin' the alcohol don't feel like goin' out nothing worth
singin' about missin' the alcohol without tonic n gin without no vicodin nothing
seems much fun anymore to me (x4)
FALLING IN LOVE
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, 'cause
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