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> punk in drublic
(1994)
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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 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
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LEAVE
IT ALONE
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 leaves
Bringing in the sheaves, bringing
in the old
Leave it alone
DA NA NA NA NA NA NA
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
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DIG
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 down 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
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THE
CAUSE
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 know is
right
And you feel what you can't
ignore
And you try so hard to point the
blame
Ashamed- what are we doing this
for?
The cause- we're just doing it
for the cause
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DON'T
CALL ME WHITE
Don't call me
white
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
I wasn't brought here, I was
born
Circumcised, 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
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
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MY
HEART IS YEARNING
For you, my
heart was yearning,
And how I love you so,
It´s cause of you, my dick
is burning
It´s dripping on my
toe!
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A
PERFECT GOVERNMENT
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?
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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
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DYING
DEGREE
Dresser
drawers 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
cemetery 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
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FLEAS
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 itch
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
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LORI
MEYERS
Lori Meyers
used to live upstairs
Our parents had been friends for
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 brought me back was a
familiar mark
As it flashed across the
screen
I bought some magazines, some
video tape scenes
Incriminating acts, 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 degradation feels
like
I felt it on the floor at the
factory
Where I worked long before, I
took control now I answer to
me
With 50K I'll make this year will
go anywhere I please
Where's the problem?"
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JEFF
WEARS BIRKENSTOCKS?
Don't wanna
chill, don't wanna sit
Don't wanna hear no hippy
shit
Don't tell me I'm closing 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 tie 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 tie dyed Rancid
shirt
He wears his birkenstocks to
work
Is he a jerk? No! Just
confused
Jeff don't wear regular
shoes
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PUNK
GUY
Crazier than
GG, yet more PC than Ian
Got colored teeth like Johnny
Exudes a Vicious disposition
His hair sticks out like Colins'
did, he jumps
Similar to Springa, yeah, he
points his middle finga
Not just a 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
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THE
HAPPY GUY
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 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 doesn't sway him
He can read the writings on the
wall
'Cause he knows how people treat,
how they treat each other
A sacrifice to benefit the
all
Don't try to judge him, his
theologian ideals
His hopes may be false but his
happiness is real
Don't try to judge him, he's just
a man
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REEKO
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 into the
aquarium
Where the fish all seem to float
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 all
made this bed
Now we got nowhere to lay, dies
and gentlemen
Try to understand
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SCAVENGER
TYPE
Gigin alone at
the bottom of the hill
Our protagonist named Bill
Sets his sights 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 keeps 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.
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