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1991 Epitaph
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LyricsShutup alreadyAffection not dissectionMeat is murder Animals are for petting Oh shut up already I'm tired of your whining About poor little animals dying And the food that are supplying Because if a big animal had the chance It wouldn't take another glance It would eat you up Affection not dissection Meat is murder Animals are for petting Oh shut up already I don't want to listen And I'm tired of your bitchen About what's in my kitchen Because if a big animal had the chance It wouldn't take another glance It will eat you up Free dumbDon't even try to tell usWhat we can and cannot say Profanity's a tool that You cannot take away Is freedom of expression Just a load of shit? Just another farce in American politics Here comes the neighborhoodI've got to get out of I've gotTo get out of this hood, I've Got to get out of this neighborhood I've got to get out of it, got to get out I've had enough, won't call their bluff I'm not going to live in fear Racism lives on both sides so I'm gonna get the hell out of here Do you want crack, do you need smack On the track do you want grass Smoke hash you white trash You better watch out, you better watch out You better watch out, watch out I've had it up to here I'm gonna live in fear They're the ones who are racist not me Why can't they just let me be A200 clubWhy do I keep scratchingscratching my balls I dont like this feeling I dont like it at all Cause I got crabs, I got crabs, I got crabs I got those little fuckers biting and Sucking my blood There's crab eggs in my bed There in the carpet too I'll go to the store Buy A200 shampoo I got R.I.D. of them I got all of them They won't be back Wait a second, what is This itching in my crack Cause I got crabs, I got crabs I got crabs, I got those little Fuckers biting and sucking my blood Sloppy EnglishI play pool cause I'm no foolI play pool cause I'm cool I play pool after school I play pool all the time Cue in my left hand, beer in right I shoot and drink all through the night That sloppy English does me just right I use that sloppy english all the time I hold my stick like I hold my dick Hustling beers from wetto that's the trick I use that sloppy english all the time You Put Your Chocolate in My Peanut Butter!hey you, you have too much hairand we dont like what you wear and you have really bad breath so were gonna beat you to death because there is plenty of us and only one of you we've got plenty of reasons and here's just a few you put your chocolate in my peanut butter I was walking and you were in my way you looked at me without my permission and never even apologized you put your chocolate in my peanut butter thats good enough reason for me to bash you put your chocolate in my peanut butter thats good enough reason for me to smash no justice/theres just us/so trust us you put your chocolate in my peanut butter you put your chocolate in my peanut butter you put your chocolate in my peanut butter you put your chocolate in my peanut butter Mr. JonesMy name is Mr. JonesI get inside your bones I know just how to make you tweek You soon will be my freak Because I know what you need I control your mind I roll up your sleeves I make ties that bind You'll soon be begging on your knees You've got the disease All your money belongs to me You've got the disease I can't seem to live without you Without you what's the point I wasn't born with a sliver burnt spoon Mr. Jones do I still have any choice? Vegetarian Mumbo JumboI dont want tofuId rather have a mouthful of beef stew I dont want to be vegetarian why eat beans when you can have steak instead? I dont feel bad about eating something thats dead so why should I be sad for cows getting hit in the head? so I like eating fish tell me whats wrong with this how can you blame me for eating chicken of the sea? dont waste your breath yelling at me about animal rights and how they should be free its survival of the fittest and were winning I dont feel bad about eating something thats dead so why should I be sad for chickens being force fed so I like eating fish tell me whats wrong with this how can you blame me for eating chicken of the sea? Beer bongHow many polluted my mind If I want some beerI don't want to hear About how missed the show Because I drink to slow So pass me the beer bong It won't take very long For me to put down This torpedo to the ground Because drinking beer is to slow Beer bong is the way to go To go to go Don't drink to slow PieceYou fight for peace, but where's the warWhat the fuck are doing this for You say disarment that's the key Well that's not the way it looks to me You wear your leather jacket But you won't eat meat Piece punk, get drunk, sake your hair Go out, hang out, do you really care? There's no easy answers, complaining won't do shit If you want some chances, don't be a hypocrite Fuck the system that's what they say But they live by it every day Food stamps and welfare checks Would you rather starve to death You wear your leather jacket But you won't eat meat Piece punk, get drunk, sake your hair Go out, hang out, do you really care? Don't you feel ridiculous now! Half your wardrobe comes from a cow Do you believe in anarchy? Who are you really trying to be? I live in a cakeI live in a cakeThe one that I make Don't wanna hear About my mistakes This is the chance I take I live in a cake The one that I make Try not to worry About what's at stake I'm on the take No problemsSitting by yourself againNo friends are near You got a needle in one hand And in the other one a beer You can't cope with life You can't even get up Who's gonna help you? You've got to pick yourself up But I've got no problems I've got no problems... You're mind's so fucking clouded You can't see through the hayes On the ragIt's that time of the monthAgain, your bitching Stop yelling at me I know you've got to plug Yourself up But why take it out on me Just leave me alone Stop yelling at me Leave me alone When its your time to bleed Truck stop bluesA truck stop in KansasWith nowhere to To many days without any shows 5 cups of coffee As I just sit and mold It's 4am as I sip from my cup It's 5am the sun's coming up My body has shifted to the touring mode Trying to sleep In the van on the road I gotta find a place to call home I've got the truck stop blues Taking care of myself paying my dues Living life day by day I've got the truck stop blues Don't think I'd have it any other way |