TOGETHER ON THE SAND
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 dick up in her ushla country music played on the radio so i turned it off we walked down to the water as i fucked her grandma's daughter a wave swept us away 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 you think i give a shit you think i give a shit you think i give a shit on this planet with nowhere to run the millions of brainwashed must open their eyes we are one the boys are back in town the boys are back in town
STICKING IN MY EYE
when i look 'round, i only see outta one eye as the smoke surrounds my head i hear the voices, but i can't make out their words saying things, saying things that i got something sticking in my eye there's something sticking in my eye there's something sticking in my eye i feel unusual from thinking about the underground decay, god help me kill beneath the camera, watch the world begin to cry it's not from pity what's been sticking in my eye there's something stickin' in my butt got something sticking in my eye there's something stickin' in my butt there's something stickin' in there's something stickin' in there's something stickin' in my eye
BOB
he spent fifteen years getting 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 motherfuckers go... a couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe he'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show 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 but will he ever walk the line kickin' ass, bustin' heads red suspenders once a day he shaves his head but will he ever walk the line? will he ever walk the line? will he ever walk the line? will he ever walk the line?
VANILLA SEX
don't ever take away from me my pornography obviously we don't agree on that i can't sing i have the right to choose what i want to see and read don't even try and take away from me my right to privacy cuz what i do is no one's business but me so stay in your missionary position i hope that you get bored to death there's no way i'm going through life having vanilla sex the government's trying to get in your bedroom you better lock your door and close your shades because there could be someone watching you today why do you try and make things illegal why do we have to be 21 so afraid people are having too much fun why do you care what i do in my bedroom do you gotta know how i screw it seems to me you've got nothing better to do
GREEN CORN
sometimes i think of all the places i don't wanna go then i think of all the things that i never wanna do think of all the people that i never wanna meet i close my eyes and go to sleep tully, baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars i'm the prince of poverty i hang around in bars your life's a mercedes, a mansion with a pool my life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel you disgust me i see through your macho lies everything you stand for there's something in your purse baby, my head is getting sore maybe what we had was just green corn
STRAIGHT EDGE
i'm a person just like you but i've got better things to do than sit around and fuck my head or hang out with the living dead snort white shit up my nose (you know what i'm talking about) or passin' out at all the shows i've got straight edge i laugh at the thought of eating ludes i laugh at the thought of sniffing glue cause i've got straight edge oh i've got straight edge
LIZA AND LOUISE
liza's had enough of men she says, she won't get buried again she says, they don't know how to fuck her last boyfriend, the shmuck shared with her a nice disease kept her passive, on her knees 'til one day she took his car and drove it to the city liza had put down a few when she met this girl named lou who convinced her to go home with her she said, "my name's louise now will you take off my clothes please? i want to take you to the moon and back so get on your back." with a flick of the tongue she made her scream she made her laugh she made her dance she was happy for the first time and you know she wanted more now with her legs spread wider she needed to have louise inside her she said, "i'll never forget the first time you kissed me, now i want you to fist me." louise didn't need a second invitation she knew just what to do she knew just what to do liza had cum a few times before but she had never even seen the door into the world of pleasures of the flesh she felt just like 16 and her life before now was a dream or even a nightmare that's over and done warm healing rays shining from the sun she made her scream she made her laugh she made her dance she was happy for the first time you know she wanted more you know she wanted more you know she wanted more
SHOWER DAYS
in the morning i awake i feel my bladder about to break i scratch my balls i rub my eyes feeling lousy my wife she tells me that it's time to take a bath i say, "no, not today, it's only tuesday" once every 24 hours i'm supposed to take a shower that's not the way i do it do it, do it personal hygiene is the last thing on my mind i don't want to do it do it, do it it doesn't make a difference to me everyday i do the same old thing why should i have to be clean? those dreaded wednesdays and saturdays also known as shower days i hate them cuz doesn't make a difference to me everyday i do the same old thing why should i have to be clean? those dreaded wednesdays and saturdays also known as shower days i hate them
KILL ALL THE WHITE MAN
oh yeah, oh yeah kill all the white man oh yeah, oh yeah kill all the white man oh yeah, oh yeah kill all the white man oh yeah, oh yeah 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, oh yeah kill all the white man oh yeah, oh yeah kill all the white man no i do not 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, oh yeah kill all the white man oh yeah, oh yeah kill all the white man oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi kill all the white man (x13)
THE MORON BROTHERS
talking about the moron bros', tattooed fingers, tattooed toes they're idiots, losers, they're scum taking advantage of everyone you're a dog, they're your fleas doing everything they can to spread disease take your beer, 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 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 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 sister
THE LONGEST LINE
in the darkest tunnel it's nice to see a light not just a headlight like the one that's heading right for me it would be nice if things could turn out right turn out right yeah don't think i'll ever see the day i must have fucked with some guy or maybe pissed off god i think of chinese food when i think of life that's sweet and sour my life is sweet as saccharine you know 3 week old milk and grapes are not not the same, no i am the one johnny carcinogen i must have fucked with some witch in turn she cursed me, my life at the end of the longest line that's where i will always be if you need to find me, just go to the end of the longest line but officer that was a yellow light the light was red, son insubordination, reckless driving i must be wrong, this can't be right i don't belong, this world is much to dangerous for someone lacking luck, like me at the end of the longest line that's where i will always be if you need to find me, just go to the end of the longest line at the end of the longest line that's where i will always be at the end of the longest line
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 when it's closed instead of air, i get glass stuck into my head the city's sounding, and i can't seem to stop the pounding can't keep my thoughts from flying 'round 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 by, 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 it's the bottle of liquor 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 when it's closed instead of air, i get glass stuck into my head can't keep my thoughts from flying 'round can't keep my thoughts from flying 'round not sure what i am thinking about, i got soul doubt
PLEASE PLAY THIS SONG ON THE RADIO
we wrote this song, it's not too short, not too long it's got back-up vocals in just the right places it's got a few oohs and ahhs it takes a little pause just before i sing the anthem please play this song on the radio please play this song on time almost every verse ends in a rhyme the only problem we had was writing enough words but that's okay, because the chorus is coming up again now please play this song on the radio please play this song on the radio please play this song on the radio please play this song on the radio please play this song on the radio please play this song on the radio right about this time some shithead should be drawin a fat fuckin' line over the title on the back sleeve what an asshole so mr. dj i hope you've already made your segway or the fcc will take a shit right on your head can't play this song on the radio can't play this song on the radio
THE MALACHI CRUNCH
for all the bands that play bass did you get that rush, that feeling, adrenaline pumping through your veins? a lifeless body in the gutter, city streets are stained how do you rationalize, what do you see in your reflection? a kid just having fun, a soldiers bloodied boot impression one for all and all for one, especially when it's ten on one you don't care what you're doing, you know it sure is fun if it happened to your mother would you laugh so hard? well, that was someone's son or brother that you kicked so hard this time you went too far what's the matter, don't you feel alright? do you feel remorse? or are the handcuffs on a little too tight? now that your friends are gone, you've got no defense, no protection 5 or 6 times a day you receive your hot beef injection i hope every time you're cornholed terror fills your mind the one emotion you have inspired one too many times.