Punk
In Drublic 
1.LINOLEUM
2.LEAVE IT ALONE
3.DIG
4.CAUSE
5.DON'T CALL ME WHITE
6.MY HART IS YEARNING
7.PERFECT GOVERNMENT
8.THE BREWS
9.DYING DEGREE
10.FLEAS
11.LORI MEYERS
12.JEFF WEARS BIRKENSTOCKS
13.PUNK GUY
14.HAPPY GUY
15.REEKO
16SCAVENGER TYPE
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
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
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
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
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
MY HEART IS YEARNING
For you my heart was yearning
And how I love you so
It's come of you my dick is burning
It's dripping on my car (not sure about this one)
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?
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
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
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
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?"
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
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
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
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
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.