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1996 Epitaph
fat mike:-------bass, vocals
el hefe:--------trumpet, guitar, vocals
eric melvin:----guitar
erik ghint:-----drums
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LyricsHobophobicHobo - I'm hobophobic So what AH AH AHScared of bums Not just because they stink bad Not just because they're crackers From drinking too much lysol Let them be Just don't get fuckin' near me Scared of bums AH AH Infested with microscopic bugs Endocrine systematic Doo Doo Why don't they get a job Philthy Phil PhilantropistThere's something wrong with mass consumptionWhy do we want what we don't need Alcohol burnt clean asphalt methampphetamin Will make it seem alright It's gonna make it seem alright Living in the hunger underground Some people say I got a problem with authority so what if I do man it beats relinquished control Philthy Phil Philantropist You were take when you should be given away More than we cannot repay There's something grand about being nothing There's something lame about being grand Alcohol squirtin gun don't want no holidays in these That's me not bein you, that's just me not bein you Either part of the solution or the problem Can there not be a middle ground for just the anybody Replace superman with joe the ordinary Philthy Phil Philanderer You've taken when you shoulda give away Filthy Phil you gave to us More than we cannot repay Freedom like a shopping cartA christian an anarchist slash prostitute figuresout the true meaning of freedom Not freedom like america freedom like a shopping cart Kick back no tense you got a bag of grub cost you about 50 cents No fear no fuckin feat malt liquor tastes much better on the street Crustin, a way of life for heroines and heroes had hitchike the rorad to eden - not eden like the garden state eden like the state of mind Kick back cheap thrills you'll do anything for a lugh even if it kills you The bridge you took it out the ticket takers suddenly lost count Sleeping under rays your teeth crumbling away say goodbye To all responsibility you never wanted it man Wasting time whenever you get the chance Which happens to be all the time Kick back free meals A couple of times a day you make a coupe if shady deals No work no fuckin pay Cardboard condiminium by the bay You're between the red i black and you're never goin' back To all responsibilty cause You never wanted it man Bleeding heart diseaseHow many polluted my mindDough what our lives are lived for Rae just a crazy aussie Me the generation forges on Fodder for corporations Sewwing our lips together LA such a nice plact to get shot But don't forget the T it Follows liber in the the constitution Following the part about pursuit of happiness the bi product of colonial precious metal mine extracts which brings us back to dough Do do do do do do Do do do do do do Do do do do do do Today I saw a kid torture a cat Too much leisure Teenage Norman Rockwell paints it black! How did the chain get started More is what everyone wants Neydy is what none of us are Co-operation died last night Me, I'm just a loo So don't expect the best you won't be disapointed when you take A bite and watch the worm crawl back inside. Listen to the fairy tales of million dollar happiness, Los Angeles lifestyles drinking chardanay over a lobster salad brunch The pursuit of million dollar happiness Happiness was killed we watched it bleed, some say it died from hate Some say from bleeding heart disease Hotdog in a hallwayShe'll have another piece of pieShe'll have a double reuben rye She kicks hard at eating well That's why I love her She's got a couple of pony kegs Her arms are bigger than my legs And when she holds me I can't breathe That's why I love her I'm her butter she' my bread She's like a mobile waterbed And hwen I got on top of her I can't touch the mattress And when her flesh begins to sag She's like a human sleeping bag I feel so cozy safe and warm She's my insulation I always know where she sat And when she's on me I get flat Some broken ribs a punctured gut That's why I love her She's my phillie I'm her stud Her bean is bigger than my pud It's like feeding a tic-tac to a whale That's why I love her Release the hostagesStop have a beer it's on me hasanyone ever told you that you Look like a hollywood star Oh you've heard it said many times Before right here at this bar I'm lame So I drink cause it makes me Happier than being alone. My good friend MR. Johnie walked red Keeps my insides warm like a cunt Seems like evrybody's got Something I have not, a reason not to die so I say death to Mr. Right cause that will never be me yeah yeah yeah LizaShe's been around a couple yearsTasted 31 flavors there's only one She really hates that would be you The blandest one don't make her fold And that's what she likes to hear the noise Liza's been around the block She's currently a femme bitch top A giant step from old Louise Now she's the one who's on the prey She used to wear her hair short low Determing her preference She didn't like that dynamic Trading in her flannel shirts She even bought herself some boots Miss Terrence sellers any She's got more power feminine She knows the power incites fear And it's that fear Which makes her wet She's goin to the Tribe 8 show Plenty of boychicks to choose from It's the calyx of isis She'll find a bottom young + butch She'll tell her "i won't hurt you much unless of course you want me to." What's the matter with kids todayThere's something wrongwith the kids in my neighborhood They always listen to music They disregard civil disobedience They'd rather do what they're told They don't drink or fuck off They sit home, and read, expand their minds There's something wrong with the kinds in my cul de sac Their always goin to church They dress well and they're Speaking articulate They show eachother respect They're never late, don't joke or break rules They eat right, study hard They like school There's something wrong Love storyPartly owned to her houseWooden white picket fence Mother waits for father In a backless dress Hardly used a diaphram Put back into the case A one way trip down memory lane As she awaits I don't wanna know Cheat me I don't wanna know Children play in the yard Mother stares at a wall Father says he's gonna be back late So don't wait up About a quarter to 3 Father stares at a wall Stained thicker than water Who's gonna clean it up The black and whiteMr. McCarthy killed the lighthe didn't wake his lovely wife He left the key inside the door, woke up on the wrong side of the bed She can't remember what he said but she sure knew what he had done Little choices in a, a little town maybe a, little man is right to be afraid. Biblic moralization, identity frustration, confused man cannot know his heart so he may be fucking her, but he's thinking about him Catherine McKinnon does exist, she likes to call herself a feminist A crusader who fights the patriarch. But what she really hates is sex Simple solutions created by black+white thinking. Too bad the world not work that way. Catherine should be busy porkin, that dolt Andrea Dworkin I think they need a good hard fuck Cause she may be off her back now she needs to get off ours The little man sits all alone, his sexuality's been cut in stone He doesn't love her, she really don't care Two victims of the black and white Whatever Didi wantsI wouldn't walk 500 miles when I could fly coachbut almost anything I wouldn't swim across the nile Cause I could get a moeisic disentary Cause if there's anything you want I'll probly get it You tell me what you need I'll try not to forget it You need someone to blame I'll ay I said it Bause whatever Didi wants she's gonna get it I wouldn't climb the highest mountain Could get a blister, but almost anything I wouldn't throw coins in a fountain I might be needing to make a phone call I doesn't seem like you're a million miles away, no. But maybe one or two That doesn't mean, I never loved you Me love you long time, when you're on top of me August 8thBirds sing there's not a cloud in the sky August 8thI see a bunch of hippies crying yeah August 8th is a beautiful day Like waking up from a real bad dream suddenly everything is ok The storm has passed the sun is shining yeah August 8th is a beautiful day What's goin on what's goin on is something bummin your scene There's something wrong there's something wrong I'm not trying to be mean The air is sweet the summer flowers bloomin nowhere in that is anything grey Feelings of joy are filling the street yeah beautiful day Like waking up from a fucked up dream suddenly everythings looking good There's been no permanent damage done Yeah August 8th came right when it should Poor Jeff Poor little Timmy turtle Staying home on such a beautiful day Drop the worldHe won the race the judges concludedHe was the better man he had the will to win A hesitation a one time show or place His self would not allow he had to be the best He had denied his urges cause they would of drained his strength that battle had been one with side effects a few He may have dropped the world He could not have let us down Dana has gone away I hope she's in a better place She aced the test a grade above the rest of the class the class felt the curve a 93% was not enough to feed her fix She needs that perfect score The endorphin rush she loved It would opiate her She had denied all allgations of her loneliness That battle had been won with scars still under wraps She may have dropped the world She would not let us down Endorphin rush she loved She may have dropped the world |