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U.S. BOMBS
Back At The Laundromat
Tora! Tora! Tora!
America the beautiful amber waves of race
Constitues equality don’t dub us left or right
Tora! Tora! Tora! 4x
Freedoms just another verb that they’ve put on a roof
Analyze everything I say and take it wrong to boot.
Smash Fashion, Facism
Smash Fashion, Facism
Contradition figure it out
Critisisome!
Maybe yer just coming through
so give me all you want
Tora! Tora! Tora!
Life and Crimes and Crimes of Life!
Much to personal we wont get through the ground
Die Alone!
Walked all around through London Town
Hung awhile on carnaby
What happened to the Soho
What happened to Kings Road
A revolution blitze
Completely smashed to bits
of kids, what about the future
I thought that there was none
Die Alone!
A queens jubilee, the kings gettin change
and Malcomb gets arrrested for publicity
So let it Rock and Let it sex
the fetish in the Punk rock is left fo dead
At each others throat they couldn’t trust themselves
no ones taking notes Tell it like it was
Someone takes a stab and no one makes a stand
Living in the flaws of an imperfect world
a fight for freedom freedom lost
We Die aloneRemember the cause
We die alone, So Die with a cause
We die alone, a Calling of the punks
We die alone, Because I still trust no one.
Rubber Room
Yer goin to the Rave
Yer goin to the Rave
Ya wanna get laid gonna paint yer face
Goin to the disco
Goin to the disco
Man with the camel toe dancin to the techno
Goin to the rockshow
Goin to the rockshow
There hose’n off the pigs the devils in the backrow.
I’m a little mental I’m a little mental
I’m a gonna pogo through the glass window
the fog machine and the extasy in your mouth.....
it aint sexy its just fuckin foul
Lobotomies and all the looniesCome on lets getem now
We gatta storm this mental ward, Walk with our heads held proud
Zombies don’t and dead men walk, Standing all around
nobody feels they’ve got no pulse , we dance at the speed of sound
Get off your asses get off the mattress now
Go on back to the rubber room proud
ya gotta get back to the rubber room
Lunch in a Sack
Crash, Rats in a Trap
Hyper Me back, Won;t let me crash
Clean off yer T.V. screens
Wipe the film nobody see’s
eyeball that phoney smirk cuz
we;ve got to ring it out!
Crash , I’m gonna crash..... So tell me kid
to much is not enough! get em off the rack
Rocket sex and drugs to Roll
its sterilized ya got fads to mold
Penelized a wild manimal
Hey! its just like they said
No money for the mind game
A vice that gripstill we’re otta the way
Disect all those rejects, go ahead
and burn em all in the cage! Crash!
I’m judgin you and yer judgin me
Underneath its all gone seperates
the cause won’t die till we turn in our graves
the trap is set! Yer gonna eat the seeds
Crash! a fuckin Trap, hyper me back,
to the resource back to the crap
Bloody Rag
Tin soldiers fought for what we got and now its lost
Spirits of two hundred years gets laundrode in the wash
The keepers of the key have lied to you
they lied to me, millions died for a color’d cloth on a pole knee deep
Children fight so buerocrats can have a seat
Inflations up the dollars down war means economy
He’s digging for the gold he wears a flag upon his sleeve
bible in his hand
Lavish the oil in the middle east
Ousted Ousted Ousted Ousted
ya don’t believe ya don’t
its dungary its dungary to talk
ya don’t believe its dungary - ect
Bloody Rag torn to shreds
Bloody rag Millions dead
Bloody rag !
a Bloody rag
New killer
Quiet Knocks on the front door
delivery eat the liver
Pizzas for the stocking killer
Feed it to the head in the freezer
Ravaging inside the trash
they’re all on speed
Place your bets the worms crawl in
My bodies in the grave
Shouting in my rooms no good
I won’t be saved
take the hadcuffs off me now
I smoke in chains
No no no no no not again! 2x
(skip one)
Not Again!
No no no no no not again
(skip one)
Deep sleep ain’t what it used to be
Place yer guns onto the bar and keep me company
Eyes as black as frying pans and wilmas on T.V.
Billy Ruebens burns the blood don’t move it stings
New Killer! New Killer! New Killers
yeah No no no no no not again! yes again
Cirinda
We’re all still on this earth because we all still have to learn
to love and heal each other Blasphemy I’ll say the words
Yesterday rotates the same old broken tape
It falsefide my pride to hate’s a soul waste
Its a Shame on Season
for truth to keep the lights on
Scripts are going to change
so far I see oncoming trains
a ball of wax, a can of worms
we all point out dogs resavoir
I’m puttin down my weapon now
I’m puttin down the gun
History repeats itself surrender took so long
As my mind discards itself, the pieces left alone
I cannot redeem it all m its still some other day
Planet life is far to short to let you bother me
It’s in the drink it’s in the shame
I won’t remain, I won’t remainThe flag is up don’t bring it down
I’m gonna be I’m gonna be
I’m breakin free I’m gonna be
The Contract
An old motel broad side of the road
there aint been a lick of sense the manager hides
the lable sighsthrough booking agents and promoter ties
The contracts runnin out tonight
back to the laundromats tonight
We know our place we’re in your face
we are a disgrace for the human race
no hallos here, none of us are saints
the underrated , the underdogs
the unnaounced, under the fog
the boat keeps floating and we keep rowing
Fuck Off we’re marchin on
We’ve never been about business man
they won’t play us on the radio
I guess we’re just a bloody neusance
We’re just a bunch of fucking punks
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The Wig Out!
Theres a brand new gig
and its called the wig
its not for your head
its not the jig
Lossen up your pants
and freak to the beat
take a slug of you beer
and let it rip
If ya had a hard day, then ya better start wiggin out
ya don’t have to count and it don’t take a talent scout
ys don’t have to measure up
you don’t need a coin for the cup
Just go for it , let it rip
Wig Out!! - exit
Nobody cares if you wanna flip
If everyone stares there just jealous
If yer home alone put your pajamas on
turn the music up and let the neighbors wig
If you hit some one you don’t have to fitght
the cops will bring yer own spot light
No tough guys need to prove
you had a dog day afternoon
Just blow off and wig on out!
Rumble Fishers
Guitar sounds, the drums splash
our bowl is hot like a sauna
We’ve looked around the playgrounds
its sucker fish and pirahnas
Stuck in a tank Lost in Space
Tracks of the train going nowhere
We must repeat repeat after me
we’re in a tank going know where
This is a stage poke me with a stick
kick me til i’m dead at least verbally
yer the enemy, yer just inbetween
a living mistake Identity
the tank we swim in gets smaller
and smaller! a school of sharks
all about the dollar size in you up
size in you out ! It’s dirty pool
a School No rules we’re comin up
lets get em out we’re breaking out
From all the fools and threw the ranks
Yer Country
Country, it aint no tis of thee
Country, I’m proud to be ashamed
The sham of 69 gear’d up
for riots gainst pololice
the country is rippin at the seams
the Barbed wire bop
bomb shelters in backyards
Roller skating at the hop
Rebel Rock
love and peace was funny understandings just a crock
Country Woody Gunthrie took the lumps
Country, just a suitcase adn a thumb
Well if ya practice what ya preach
I heard irt makes ya smile
(the) country boys are frowning all the while
the Country,Country,the Country
Country! it won’t stop fucking me
the Country, will crush you with its feet
Country croneing and moaning a hymn
the Countryof regulations never bend
Rebel Rebel rock
Piece and love was funny
Understanding just a crock
Good Night
I’ll be the last to understand
while you were demoralized
God damnit times still on yer side
A rolling stone no less the
Dischords on the side
Just add a star up in the sky
With Broken records broken spirits
we broke the bar we picked
each other off the floor
we chased our shakes away
and scared em with a drink
Always a better man that I
Thats why the saints were always marchin in
EvenWhen their was no luck in sight
so who’s to know? when’s our time to go
so kiss yer kids and tuck em in good night
it’ll be alright, its only life, I know yer
All Right its only life
Donnas guitar was your left arm
she’s on the phone stood by yer side
you did her right
picnic in the park was everyones
good night , yer in the light yer in the light
U.S. Bombs - "Garibaldi Guard"
1. All The Bodies
2. The Deadly Kiss
3. Rumble Beach
4. Spaghetti
5. Bon Voyage
6. Retreads
7. Monsters
8. Don't Wanna Go
9. Underdog
10. No Love
11. Not Alright
12. Walkin' Blind
All The Bodies
look at yourself as the mirror pretends
what you see is superman
marval comic heroes to go
crawlin up the wall like spiderman
all the bodies are invited
all the bodies are exited
think yer mister know it all
nothin but a poster on the wall
send my kid off to war
takin my money and ya still want more
chorus
The Deadly Kiss
billy boy he had the boss sound yesterday
what kissed you deadly was the mainstream
a used kleenex a bloody kotex
paradise in the west was yer english dream
100 punks could never rule without caroline coon
prime of kenny silvers disapeared in wild youth
derwood mark laff empire aftermath
billy danced alone to a different tune
used to listen to you
all we wants the truth
more yer records sold the more ya lied
king chopper shopped
the top of pops
why are you alive
die
rocker rebel biker yell of 1983
so untouchable in the disco scene
billy got lost
sybercity rock
null & voids the generation of the 70s
Rumble Beach
in the daytimes when we go to sleep
cuz in the night were gonna hit the streets
at 10 oclock goin out to the docks
north beach is where were gonna meet
war
were gonna make a pact
war
no goin back
war
were all self castaways
war
and were gonna get away
ya where gonna hit the street
we cant wait for rumble beach
molotov cocktails bombs away
we cant wait for rumble beach
ya where gonna hit the streets
war
9 oclock when my boots go on
war
steel knuckles and my wraparounds
war
theyre all lazy rockers
war
ya where gonna hit the street
we cant wait for rumble beach
molotov cocktails bombs away
we cant wait for rumble beach
ya where gonna hit the streets
on the balconies and down to the beach
theryre drivin their cars up and down the streets
look at the skirts
they aint got no shirts
and if we want em
gotta kill em first
its all bout you ...
Spaghetti
variety acts went out
magicians all fell out
strippers in tippers in
ventriliquist dummys out
gypsy rose she was the best
back in the days of good cheap burlesque
jessie mack ran the heart attack
vaudeville comedians
watch my baby shake
shes up there on the stage
marry me from far away
yer never gonna dance again
watch my baby shake
shes up there on the stage
harmony and melody
began the long times square
john got a room at the bowery house
at 25 cents a bed
flood light view of the chorus line
that girl she saved my life
gypsy rose she was the best
back in the days of good cheap burlesque
jessie mack ran the heart attack
vaudeville comedians
chorus
Bon Voyage
i aint got no luggage
draggin me around
analyzin all of yer problems
walkin lookin at the ground
theres gotta be more to this
there knockin down all the bricks
the wall is gone and nothins done
ingreedients are thick
smacked back in the streets
they've cashed in on the chest of broadway
brodway
i saw yer picture in the paper
i thought about a century later
and everybody whos was in it
is ashes in incinerators
theres gotta be more to this
there knockin down all the bricks
the wall is gone and nothins done
ingreedients are thick
chorus
Retreads
they auctioned off our youth and it never sold
i remember when you were young and acting like an adult
ya contract that gave ya nill
morals never filld
so ya turned away started doin everything yer told
one track retreads (one track retreads)
doin it all over again (one track retreads)
habitual device
promise you a lie
on track retreads again
hey kid i hear yer gonna be soldier in the troops
sounds like a good career ya got your neck ina noose
remember vietnam
an economic front
the poor at war makes money for the suits
chorus
a filled up open minded club was capacity
everubodys snortin coke and doin xtc
the cows they stood in line
for hours to get inside
a disco rave to freak on a drum machine
chorus
Monsters
was a day when this place had company
the place stays the same the people change
everybodys rich everybodys broke
no middle of a class
no in betweens
i look a wreck talkin outta my neck
i hate reality
conservatives
abusiveness and violence run in my veins
tornado takes its toll
we go down the drain
were the dirty wretched ugliest
always on the gateway
we have no shame
i look a wreck talkin outta my neck
i hate reality
conservatives
we wanna reap
monsters
we are the monsters
monsters
we gotta get out
Don't Wanna Go
Underdog
get me up mr mike rown phone
ya never save for a wake
chippin more of me everyday
yer justed get used to it
claim to fame is callin yer name
mr mike row phone
one bag for a business man
on mommys loan
its black and white its white black
he brings it to yer front door
its so easy
no more money from yer mommy
no one knows mr mike row phone
he live with mrs jones
believe in wrecks yer a fucking mess
and winners never quit
unlucky night for mr mike
cuz you cant cop yer soul
mr mike no energy
its soakin up yer bones
quetido de negra es beskante of lebianka
everything i own even my sols
everything everything
chorus
No Love
shes got 15 personalities
a glass eyeball and a problem brain
livin out of town in a six foor ditch
tries to hit herself but she always seems to miss
ladybug i dont believe in love
youre lost in the skies above
daisies and a picket fence?
i dont want yer love
all of her clothes are the paper doll
ya want to grow up in a fairy tale
yer papa was a maggot and yer borther is a dirty faggot
everyday the tragadies they never fail
chorus
i dont have anything that you could ever want
born downtown in a homeless onterourge
brain hal empty as a basement ya know i'm inept
i cant give you what i dont
already have
Not Alright
so long as i dont
gotta look at you
so long as i dont
think just like ya do
i'm gonna be alright
i'm gonna be alright
so long as i
be alright
so long goodbye
so long as i dont
gotta talk to you
so long as i dont
think just like ya do
i'm gonna be alright
i'm gonna be alright
so long as i
be alright
so long goodbye
dont take to many of the free ride
i lost my freedom overnight
i'm not alright and thats alright
i'm not alright and still raunchy inside
...
Walkin' Blind
i cant sit here everyday
melitin in yer sun
decades played in every craze
heroes less than
one a mon cries her soldier died
you were born confused
a pawn claims you won the game
whos really the fool
a spy that lies for the other side
cannot trust cannot renew
no chance no song and dance
he cant hear the tune
a junkie hype in the city lights
the outfit broke in two
pullin in the young
and snuffin out yer youth
a train goes by hop another ride
skip on the caboose
yer plans still lookin back
leaves you on the tracks
yer walkin blind
were not walkin
yer walkin blind
were not walkin
yer walkin blind
were not walkin
they stop then keep on walkin
U. S. Bombs – The World
"The World"
lotta' paranoia everywhere take a look out yer door if it ain'y the tube it's the paper news third world war or church they feed us all this phony propaganda they pawn it off as food for thought the swap meet world of oil and coal no water no jobs cost of dyin' keeps goin' up like everything else forefathers didn't foresee that there would be always less for kids they left us an is ball of clay to play with yeah, we've all been judged wasting our time in court beat down by the gravel several times before sitting in my cell while the world is spinning by those ain't the bars that i like to hang out in u.s. Bombs the world that's what the tv said u.s. bombs the world that's what the papers say yesterday & today
"Goin' Out"
get me a box of matches get me a load of pills need no key for yer city no time for cheap thrills this is what ya call action never got nothin' to do she never wants to be seen hangin' with me no way gonna lose goin' out tonight don't wanna sit around goin' out tonight gonna burn this town yeah were gonna burn it down tonight don't you bother to call me yer the queen of recluse i know i make your family sick with the things thatb i do this is what you call action never gonna keep me satisfied i don't your money i ain't hitchin' a ride
"Yanks & Rebs"
dogfighting planes over west germany the red baron'll say that you ain't his enemy somebody's hit they pulled the 'chute and the jumped ship a prisoner of war now counting bricks i'm proud to be [x3] an american one two three four [x2] yanks & confederates fed up with this marched to the trenches in the woods of gettysburg the canister and shells they fell like rain marched onward to cold harbor seven thousand fell in half an hour the one's that made it home never seemed the same
"Bombs Not Food"
Jumped of the staircase when the barkeep threw me out i had to pack my suitcase when they said to leave town i looked up at the sign that said bombs are not allowed i went and made my own sign to ya can't shove me around bombs not food Baggage claim department's overloaded once again someone tried to hug me for the soft spot in my back and all the clubs are closing down undercover and underground all the pimps they're in pink economy is down generation kennedy the mother ship is on the way the world is running from the push of a button mass destruction of a world war weapon the country is fat enough bombs not food
"Isolated Ones"
Can't buy you cadillac a diamond ring there's no dough in the ghetto a nine to nine got a barmy life and i broke all thw windows we are the isolated ones we're gonna run run run get my loaded gun bel air mannequin's too good for me it walked by as if i was a bum kicking my can across the dirty street to my mansion at the dump we're your minority in the city financial district we ain't blessed i just seen a suit jump off a building i guess the stocks in the market crashed the solid waste here bulks in plenty of theives and plenty of greed nothing to eat but a can of beans and i'm stuck with l.s.e. projects road rage car jacks looting shoulders of the world a no life gangfight parasite shooting shoulders of the world
"Skater Dater"
had a treasure map that said park it over at the asylum took a gander over the fence to an empty left hand kidney round and big with a perfect hip pearl white smooth surface tile's so blue fat coping lips grabbed our boards and we dropped in we're carvin we're grindin skater dater we're flyin we're slidin skater dater boards flew over the fence empty the pool and they will come all of the greats from the past showed for one last session we're carvin we're grindin skater dater we're flyin we're slidin skater dater sweepers and laybacks indie airs and fast plants the session of sessions skater dater here come all of the dogtowners make way for the badlanders boys from the south bay sf orange county over the death box everyone blazed here comes ta bulky and jay strople salba blackheart malba phillips pineapple gater the worm six shooter kiwi waldo to wally someone call me a cab
"Hobroken Dreams"
brought up as peasants at the bottom of the hill hobroken's only view a mountaintop rubber plant the factory whistle blows twice every day smokestacks make the skies black so thick i could hardly see i ain't gonna waste away for the price of steady pay townsfolk look like zombies gotta break away got no welcome mats you leave no coming back wasn't the first to take the same old crap this town no one leaves this town no no one sleeps so uptight no one breathes this town ain't for me don't give me no lip cause i quit the hometown if that's all there is keep it for yourself i've had a lot of steady jobs i've had enough another day's too much gonna pack it up i'm city bound catch the five fifteen out going to the coast hobroken nightmare used to be a dream hobroken nightmare gotta break free
"Don't Take It Back"
i heard you're angry because there's a cause don't you remember what you're fighting for they're gonna take you to bed they're gonna give you one for free the side is lookin good and they wanna turn you on turn you on try not to take a walk with all the other weeds just across the railroad track wino country they're all giving up we've gotta move on what about you? i gave my word it's in the blood don't take it back don't take it back back in you let it smash til there's nothing left you're just an adjective dont take it back back in don't take it back don't take it back don't take it back dont take it back
"New Approach"
woke up at the motor inn I was feelin sick livin on cottons everyday gutter hype with no veins i need a fix i need a front i need a new approach a new approach i'm boostin good at the record store a carton of smokes stolen credit cards the hustle weighs a ton the daily tolls too much everything is hurry up and wait everything i get goes to the man my life gets wasted in a bag had to cop on the street this alley's hot saw the goons made the switch here comes the squad started chasing us we kept on runnin we never really got away we kept on runnin we never really got away you never get away
"Billy Club"
billy club wears a uniform his dream job's to be a cop his hero was g.i. joe loved to change his clothes boy scout blues to screw banaroos to code of silence hand of the law has got control guilty of innocence i'm a compund fracture from the north of ontario i'm a no taught mannered product of my own that dunce in the corner said wants to be a cop caught me smokin in the toilet stall said i'll get you when i grow up billy club was on his beat noticed in my hand a drink remembers his childhood knows that he got me good billy club has got his gun it's out says to make a move i said billy when you gonna get over something to prove
"Checkpoint"
what else can you do you bit more than you can chew the hand is feeding you checkpoint charlie's coming soon radar controls your moves satellite the baby food human race will lose they're cloning me and you cleanliness is next to deadliness how low can we go this is not a test no we got no map cause we're on our own taking our place in laptop world catchers goin rye bar tab cut and dry we will not eat tonight no choices for your own life a pirate's life for me we have to reap and rape we get no minimum wage we take as musch as we can take hey hey hey made a mistake turn back the page to the last century
"'76ixties"
me and my bike go everywhere together just the same way evel did me and my bike take pink slips all around the neighborhood me and my anti-biker cycle we're cruisin around we're downtown cruisin greasy haired and loud me and mine go fast through the traffic doesnt take a whole lotta gas mine and me take piles to the drive in when we win always makin out at the pass '76ixties '76ixties '76ixties '76ixties midnight we're gonna bet the farm ten of us gonna go for broke we lined em up then we took off first again i got the trophy-chick
"Nothin' On Us"
down the aisle my bride in black you were water and i was the tide at the bar i got in another fight i kissed the ground goodnight we stole plenty we spent every penny why not we're young and wrong bonnie and clyde they had nothing on us except for murder money and blood from here on out i'll be poverty i've got futureless heavenly dreams the brought me in and i did my stretch i learned my lesson we stole plenty we spent every penny why not we're young and wrong bonnie and clyde they had nothing on us except for murder money and blood we gave em the slip more than we caught cant tax that side of the law a cadillac tramp and carnival thief outlaws from dirt and mud
"Joe's Tune"
i aint got no rhythm draggin me around i'm the white kinda color on the wrong side of town and all the people down in brixton town said hey white boy wont you lend me a pound aint got no pund no dollor or quid dont pick my own pocket or even if i did i got the same chances any black man do said hey white boy your new job is cool well the black man got the rhythm and thw white man got the law and i know one thing i've been workin for dont care about the country go to rack and ruin whole world will follow they'll be singin this tume whole world will follow they'll be sinin joe's tune
"So In Fuck With You"
she's my partner we're on the take wanting to get cought for god sakes she's my best friend goes down with me she holds my hand even though i'm a freak i'm in fuck with you my love so in fuck with you i'm in fuck with you my love so in fuck with you we stay together through thick and thin if we're blood we'd be bloody inbreds we never get enought of it she like to fuck in public i'm in fuck with you my love so in fuck with you i'm in fuck with you my love so in fuck with you she's my baby and i'm her old man they say we're crazy to stick together i say fuck you if you dont wanna fuck its obvious you dont get much i cant take just a sip we're pathetic babe we've been joined at the hip we're pathetic babe i'm in fuck with you my love so in fuck with you i'm in fuck with you my love so in fuck with you
"Salute The Dead"
there's an o.d. case in the pool there's a couple passed out on the stairs watch your shoes cause they'll steal you blind you aint gonna find the winners here a dead mans weekend has got my name on it apologies and promises we've heard them all here going to the pub the suns down half way two fingers in the air cheers to the living salute the dead if youre gonna live drink like youre dead red wine for blood whiskey for fate kick up the dirt in tompkins square lift up your flask for a stiff
"Madagascar"
two hundred loathsome cutthroats armed to the teeth hurling there grenades as they get closer to the beach we had cutlasses and blunderbusses off to get an island with the only money tree take it from the rich bless the pirates jump the ship and torture them the rich a twenty-one gun salute and three loud cheers pirate rowed ashore for their fair blosdy share town croud shouted out viva le roi twenty more cannons thirty-four muskets headed out for treasure in the bourbon islands plunder take was gold diamonds silks an porcelains madagascar we're comin for your barrels of rum a wooden leg i stand on by ye gallows we hung
"Not Enough"
there's not enough there's not enough there's not enough crash every night in a different place daylight's doin time birtha's just a ghetto slag cross the state lines always on the road rollin to the next dive always on the road tryin to save our souls a lot of these people on earth are props never gonna wake up like a pinball you try to get through keep your style points always on the road rollin to the next dive always on the road tryin to save our souls there's not enough souts cops crooks there's not enough lawyers doctors goons
U. S. Bombs – War Birth
"That's Life"
Thats life, thats what i say, shot up in april, strung out in may, but i know it wont, be too soon, when im back on, night train in june, i said thats life, as funny as it may seem, all of my friends get their kicks stompin on my dreams but i dont let it let it get me down cuz this fucked up world keeps me spinning around ive been a pupet, pauper, pirate a poet, a pawn & a king, ive been up and down over and out and i know one thing, each time i find my self flat on my face, i pick myself up and get back in the race thats life i tell ya i cant deny it t thought of quittin lady my heart aint gonna buy it and if i didnt think it was worth one single try i'd shoot me up a bag and then id fly thats life and i have defied it many times i have cut out but i havent died yet and if there is nothing shakin by this july im gonna shoot myself up with a speed ball & die!
"Orange Crunch"
This bubble gives me the shakes the ozone makes this bubble bake these leather hydes, have plastic lives i've turned to stone in a city quake Tear down these walls of the crunch my lust to live is bankrupt the orange crunch is bottled up Behind the curtain there all fake this water gives me cavities this place is bland no seasonings im loitering the screws take me away
[chorus] An 8 point 8 Earthquake
[4x] Thats what we need
"Jaks"
I aint goin to work today yea why not? cuz id rather work on breakin my own bones with some style ya know Go 45 M.P.H Go down hill on a skate Theres a Code that ya better know and there's A style & thats to skate We skate in packs our flag is Jaks theres always time to race only a fool has a pool and keeps it full only a trader wont trade his pools
[chorus] There i am skatin' solo down 9th Ave. A couple bikers pull up one on each side theyre wavin back and forth they try to lock me in and here comes a bus these scumbags want me dead i know they want my head A jak pulls up, pulls a drumstick out of his pocket sticks it in the spokes, and the biker slams dont laugh cuz he was a jak we gotta go
"Warstoryville"
Here lies the dead outlaws who lived one of the gang made a deal with pinkerton jesse told frank im goin out with a bang shot in the back as soon as he turned his head the midwest wranglers of eighteen seventy six show down in front of saloons with billy the kid we gotta go rob a train and were takin down all the bank will have money tonight sit by the fire tellin whiskey fibs sippin off a still in warstoryville flip the coin will ya live or will ya kill sippin off a still in warstoryville the glory in the storys of the west 50 men died last night in a bar room brawl a bordello wench got drunk and caused it all the indians had their way, war paint on there face a cowboy crawled and put the cheif away
"12/25"
end of the year theyre raising my rent called in sick my money is spent buildings out side all covered in snow makin a fire the heat is on i loo out my window there a shopping cart attached to it theres a crying bum i need a road dog wheres santa claus on my last drop in stuck eating crumbs no gift december 25th no bottles empty where's st. nicolass happy fuckin year and christmas carol's a whore on the corner and a grinch is a friend of every pimp take me away for the holidays dinner in a strait jacket turkey tray and the kids who have been beat down with a stick you aint gotta take it from the family plan if ya cant get help do it all for yerself a make shift kid will be strong in the end soaking up those tears comes just once a year get someone a gift, show someone ya care.
"Outta Touch"
give me a dirty job im defected give me a new disease so infected all the smog i need the city air is green and all i wanna be is out of it outta touch i dont listen outta touch i dont care outta touch i pissed it away outta touch im out of hand dont wanna work for the man hey and im dont with the corner mna eh im on a boat alone with no river to go and no one knows cuz the raft is gone im out of it and i dont care out of touch im out of hand
"U.S. Of Hate"
no phones in tokyo to call on london a famous dame in spain said canada's for cunts i cant go to mexico ive played that game a rose a rita jail and slurr, my tiss of thee always everybody loves to hate us americans yet you wanna be (a commie) a citizen good luck in italy good luck in ireland if i only had a brain i'd stay in amsterdam when ya got a scrape with other countrys youll be kissn ass agian kiss this kissn ass to americans suckn on the usa smoken crack in broken glass livin in the us hate i dont like disneyland cant stand uncle sam i dont believe in the klan i dont believe in a statue made in france
"War Birth"
in '64 theres a milk man at the door heard the battle family had a new born baby named eddie was a product of the trailer parks his military father died when he was four drop kids drop dead they're drafted from a crib war birth war birth eddie battles got no chance far away in fighter planes, so many die in boming raids yer an old man at the age of 19 they sent him off to sea to sink in a submarine all the leaders they got the masses to believe march until yer dead do all the rest will be free death is democracy life is anarchy shoot the president i wanna fuck yer queen
[chorus] eddies in the scouts & dreams about m-16's mom swims in a bottle for breakfast everyday the kids dont get along embarrased of his home he hates his pops who left and wants to do the same
"Hand Me The Downs"
to much pressure gonna self exlode the baggage keeps on pilen up my future dangles from the end of a rope no coat tails to sew on my coat this is jsut a fame its just a game good god above take me out now now somebody help me now now now lift me up to hand me the downs the night life heres the worst its ever been wheres my jar of glue to put away my brains this old bodys been through the mill my first memory was hate so take the blame
"Rocks In Memphis"
i cant forget shit i get from other bands i cant forget kicken dope in a cargo van memphis winter in a frigidare it gives me more character pissed out winds united air crossed the mississippi bridge procelain death rock and roll decayed porcelain death a royal flush away we rolled away T.C.B i grabbed myself and blew to lisa lisa marie pulled up broke to every gig thats the sign of sucess haggle out at every thrift just to get a sewing kit i know the kings lookin down at me cuz now its raining hamburger grease closed my eyes and hit my knees in front of the wall of the wall of graffiti the kings fuckin dead fat man on a throne dead in his piss thats how im gonna go the kinds is dead and punk rock lives seventy seven is the year of the wreck T.C.B i took care of business and blew to lisa marie RnR is Dead
"Beetle Boot"
mackn with trish in the dark on the docks turn the ambulance sirens up emergency baby i aint one to wait i gonna get yer britches off any day now there gonna drop the bomb and were gonna be a bucket of bones we got an hour till day we got to go all the way and shoot the rockets in the rescue zone [chorus] roll over baby say hello daddy king adoption papers ready come to dixie a dysfunctional home hostage all alone old soup on yer apron babe ill lick it off i woke up to the alarm on my radio those AM airwaves all ways set me off the old men talk all day they talk about the same old things dirty sheets and a dirty hand full of blow thrift store opened and i gotta buy a pair of shoes gotta get her number and im gonna make a telephone call lets go splah some booze i wanna drink it off you told me to get a barel(and ride it down niagra falls)
"Her & Me"
without her i cant get up and lace my shoes down at the corner i get her and we recluse gave me a million dreams stripped me of everything sick to my guts im your eternally her and me makin out on the toilet seet blistered together on the city streets she and me dripping in the sink chiils from the pins aint what it used to be her and me-she and me 15 years to date shes been usen me on that persian girl ya taste oh so bitter sweet it started out as a fling we ended in the back alley my girl you know i love it when yer killing me
"Don't Need You"
dont need you [4x] i dont get along with no one i cant stand it when you try to help im on the defense thats what wins as what the hell ya lookn at DONT NEED YOU heres the line so stay on yer side yer so sensative go play the smiths i like girls and you like all the boys i can tell you got that kinda lisp DONT NEED YOU i dont need i dont [4x] dont need you dont ever call me sir & dont cal me MR. best you dont call yer fuckn misserable you you you i dont need you
"No Company Town"
born in the middle of a useless generation we never gave a fuck about the suicide nation loaded doen lockers at the antichrist station the kids are getting ready for death & starvation it's all about now in my present situation i don't wanna go past my fourth grade education all these mixed emotions & boring complication i'm just an unfinished product of the teenage generation don't need no company need no authority don't need ya hangin' about this is my no company town don't let 'em starve
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