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1994 Epitaph
fat mike:-------bass, vocals
el hefe:--------trumpet, guitar, backup vocals
eric melvin:----guitar
erik ghint:-----drums
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Songs |
LyricsLinoleumPossesions never meant anything to meI'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 imporatnt 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 aloneBreath ever softWe 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 winds Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the old Leave it alone DA NA NA NA NA NA NA (x4) 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 (x4) DigRationalize values it's so easy to succeedKeeping 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 doen 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 causeIt isn't for the money, no it isn't for the funIt'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 feel is right And you feel what you can't ignore And you try so hard to point the blame Ashamed- what do we do this for? The cause- we're just doing it for the cause (x4) Don't call me whiteDon't call me white (x4)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 (x4) I wasn't brought here, I was born Circumsized, 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 (x4) 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 (x4) A perfect governmentEven if it's easy to be freeWhat'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? (x4) The brewsFriday night we'll be drinkin' ManashevitzGoin' 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 skinheaded jews 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 Cause hey we're the brews Sportin anti swastika tattoos Oi oi we're the boys Orthodox, hesidic, O.G. Ois Dying degreeDresser droors are filled with pocket changeCoupons 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 cemetary 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 FleasMy father used to sayYou 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're 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 MeyersLori Meyers used to live upstairsOur 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 taped scenes Incriminating act 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 waiting 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 The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please Where's the problem? Jeff wears birkenstocksDon't wanna chill, don't wanna sitDon't wanna hear no hippy shit Don't tell me I've closed 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 tye dyed Rancid shirt He wears his birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk? No! Just confused Jeff don't wear regular shoes He's got a tye 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 tye dyed Rancid shirt He wears his birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk? No! Just confused Jeff don't wear regular shoes He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt He wears his birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk? No! Just confused Jeff don't wear regular shoes Punk guy (cause' he does punk things)Crazier than GG, yet more PC than IanGot colored teeth like Johnny Exudes a vicious disposition His hair sticks out like Colin' did, he jumps Similar to Springa, he points his middle finga Not just he 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 Volume II The happy guyHe's just a man getting through life the best he canHe'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 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 dosen't sway him He can read the writings on the wall 'Cause he knows how people treat, how they treat eachother A sacrifice to benefit the all Don't try to judge him, his theological ideas His hopes may be false but his happiness is real Don't try to judge him, he's just a man ReekoReeko, try to understand, it really is that badIt 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 in to the aquarium Where the fish all seem to play 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've all made this bed Now we got nowhere to lay, dies and gentlemen Try to understand Scavenger typeGigin' alone at the bottom of the hillOur 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 confused 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 |