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> so long and thanks
for all the shoes (1997)
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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
Nonconglumurate
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 to buy and brand it
I win, you lose, cause it's my
job
To keep punk rock
elite
This music
ain't your fuckin'
industry
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KIDS
OF THE K-HOLE
Everybody
needs some time away
Just stuck in the k-hole
again
An 18 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 the eden and north
utopia
Somewhere beneath the 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 meduium well
Then proceded 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
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MURDER
THE GOVERNMENT
I wanna see
the constitution burn
I wanna watch the white house
overturn
I wanna witness some blue bloods
blood bleed red
I wanna tar and lynch the KKK
I wanna pull and shoot the
NRA
I wanna pay the lobyists
To kill themselves!
Murder the government
Murder the government
Murder the government and
then
Do it again, yeah
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MONOSYLABIC
GIRL
I take her to
the 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 monosylabic
girl
I take her to
the university, she says huh
I take her to anniversary, she
says one
I take her to jewelry store
I say diamonds, she says
pearl
Oh everyone knows I'm in love and
yeah
with a monosylabic
girl
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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 great
thing about bein' a human
The ability to reason
But reasoning don't work when no
one cares
2 parts apathy, one part
despair
Guess what,
this might come as a surprise
I'll no longer roll my eyes
A change of heart to let the
conscience breath
One quick twist, just 180
degrees
Yeah, I now
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
heirarchy
Go ahead,
work, waste your life away
Fuck that world, go fuck that
right away
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ALL
HIS SUITS ARE TORN
Billy Cobin
lost it all
we knew he would eventually
Some wonders 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
Billy Cobin
had a time, Billy Cobin had a
place
Following his fifteen minute
climb
Billy took a seven second leap a
cannonball
Plunge off the deep
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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 cigarette, 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
I got nothin' to do, nothin' 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 step
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
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I'M
TELLING TIM
You better
watch out you better not cry
You better put out records
D.I.Y
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
You're gonna get ostracized like
Lawrence
when I tell Tim I'm telling
Tim
I'm telling Tim I'm telling
Tim
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CHAMPS
ÉLYSÉES
Je m'baladais
sur l'avenue, le coeur ouvert a
l'inconnu
J'avais envie de dire bonjour
à 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,
à midi ou à
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 à la
main, du soir au matin"
Alors je t'ai accompagné,
on a chanté, on a
dansé
Et l'on n'a même pas
pensé à
s'embrasser
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
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DAD'S
BAD NEWS
Don't believe
a word your grandfather says
He's been classified grade a
psycotik
You can 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
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 your grandfather says
Don't believe a word your
grandfather says
Don't believe a word your
grandfather says
He's a psycotik, grade a
psycotic
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KILL
ROCK STARS
"Kill the
rockstars" 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
men
Just cause I
don't know the reason You're so
pissed
Don't dare tag me mysoginist
I thought the goal here was
mutual respect
Not constructing a separate
sect
I wish I could have seen
Courtney
Demonstrate some real
mysoginy
Can't change the world by hating
men
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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, enjoy 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 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's always gonna be token
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
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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 song is same) The
desperation's gone
Turn, tune the
knob k-go
Some alternal 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
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QUART
IN SESSION
It's funny how
nothing seems much fun
Anymore to me now that I quit the
drink
'Cause Soberness, it might be
what I need
But it's certainly not how I
wanna be
Nothing seems
much fun anymore to me
Consequence
never had anytime 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
x
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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
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