| LYRICS |
| For Those About To Mosh Bow down to you, We salute you, Everyday, we give praise to you. It�s fun, exciting! We�re most inviting, But you would do it anyway! Circle Pit, Circle Pit! Dance around and have some fun, You know you just want some. Gots to get in it everyday, See the positive way kids can play?! Take it all the way! So dance, dance away Dance, dance away Dance, dance away. |
| Fuck Esco Sick Boys Click and type, we�ve come to bring the gripe! You www-dot-bro-dudes givin� each other mad hype, Bonzin� and boozin� in the desert, Pennywise to pimp the hos, Dye your hair blue, design tribal tattoos, It�s such a shame to see you claim, When your asses ain�t got a fuckin� clue! Throw a keger, invite your sluts, Existing as such a tool; I hate your fucking guts! But the day you�re seen at ANY show, I�ll swear this song obscene. And I�m out. |
| Burgertime All The Time Attack! Cramping in my hands I gotta learn to take a stand I can�t take this stress Someone should make me rest I can�t withstand this test I�ve been at it for a week Sleeping really is so meek Just keep stackin� high My super-burgers will touch the sky! Burgertime all the time Squashed between two buns I�ve lost my sense of fun NES induced insanity Pickles and patties are chasing me Chaos just won�t let me be Burgertime all the time I�m a master chef This is my art to perfect I don�t want food or drink I�m fine to play my game in my stink This is the end, I�m at the brink Burgertime all the time |
| Your Mustache Is So Fucking Cool (ode to Lemmy of Motorhead) Go! Groomed or combed, You�re like a facial hair gnome! Still a rough ridin� bandit, That handlebar commands it! For the fashion, You have got the eye! Your mustache is so fucking cool (4x) �makes you look like I fucking drool!!! |
| Wreckin� The Malls Walkin� in, we don�t fit in. See a girl on her phone, Hopin� I�ll leave her alone, But I won�t cuz I love to flirt! Yeah, I know I look like dirt, But ain�t that in? Fuckin� vogue enough, so listen! I�m so bored with the things that I see, I just want to make them bleed, it�s outta control! I just smirk as I pass �em by With my headphones rockin�, ignoring �em all. The girls on their phones, And the guys all like drones. See the mall punks, with their crazy clothes, Not to worry, you�ll never see �em at shows! |
| No Policy Is Fun Scrubby ass kids, We get judged everywhere we go. They don�t give a shit, Fashion fascist bullshit. People hate us a ton, Don�t they see, We�re good kids With a different kind of fun?! No Policy, We came here for fun! No Policy, Won�t back down until we�re done! No Policy, In the Sun! No Policy, Is FUN, FUN, FUN, FUN!!! Soon enough they�ll see, What boring lives they lead. Cuz there ain�t no crew, That do, like Esco thrash do! So fuckin� fun, We�re so fuckin� FUN! |
| Dirty Bockleman Cream dreamin�, Nihilistic sex fiendin�, Baby, you know you want, To pull my German til it�s taunt. Nah, you don�t want to talk, You�d rather just do it again, right? Yeah! You just want to do it again! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it, Again!!! |
| Lets Go Esco Lets! Go! Es! Co! (2x) |
| Newschool Bomb Droppers Alright you shitty newschool kids, You better get ready, cuz you�re About to get dead! We�re droppin� these bombs, And we�re aiming for your fucking heads!!! Alright you motherfuckers, Get up and dance, It�s time to show them how to make it last! So you can choose, its time to show you fools So you can see, you�re not impressing me. So buzz your head, I�d love to see you dead. Now talk your shit, simpleton jock prick, Now watch me Kung Fu, kick the shit outta you! Enjoy the show, you meatheads don�t even know. I hate your type so much, Impassioned beyond expression, Please allow me to show! |
| Maturity Is Not Amplified In Your Case You big mouthed, long winded elitist, Yeah you know the type, They�d have you swear �em God, If you�d believe the hype. But I�ve turned my back, Sick of giving you all the slack. Expansive libraries filled, With reasons why you�re, Such an authority. But smell the ether, You ain�t shit, Morning glory� As much time as I�ve wasted, I should�ve enlightened you Yet I lack any empathy. I love how you call me, A drugged-up slave Yet I look at you, So dissatisfied and depraved. Your mindless pseudo-authority Should take a lesson in maturity! This is it I�ve said my piece, Unlike you, I�ll let things go, Sometimes, you see, It is better to just let things be But then again, that�s just �Insufficient me�!!! |
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