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1992 Epitaph
fat mike:-------bass, vocals
el hefe:--------trumpet, guitar, vocals
eric melvin:----guitar
erik ghint:-----drums
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LyricsPunk rock eliteIndiscriminate I'd rather be eliteI'll choose my own shit scene Unsubstantiated rumors flown are true I'm here for me not you Nonconglumurate I mean what I say I'm not your fucking scape Goat apparently I've alienated some It seems my job's half done You'll never understand it Try to buy and brand it I win, you lose, cause it's my job To keep punk rock elite This music ain't your fucking industry Kids of the k-holeEverybody needs some time awayJust stuck in the k-hole again An 18 hour holiday Just stuck in the k-hole again, just once again Mrs. Kitty Ketamine your perseverance may Outlast my ambition to go home Infatuation with your dark side I obey Forbidden pleasures, I have grown to loathe/love Somewhere between eden and North utopia Somewhere beneath the astral plain I've taken residence on sybaritic soil You won't be seeing me again You won't be seeing me again Dropping crumbs and flying thumbs Won't help me get back home The home is where the heart is, I've been tols 'Cause I promised my heart to her She cooked it medium well Then proceded to swallow it whole It may sound good to you It may sound oh so wrong Just stuck in the k-hole again Winter's broken, summer's gone Just stuck in the k-hole again Just once again Murder the governmenti wanna see the constitution burnwanna watch the white house overturn wanna witness some blue bloods blood bleed red wanna tar and lynch the kkk wanna pull and shoot the nra wanna pay the lobbyists to kill themselves I wanna dose the dea I wanna join th cia(not really) It just seems so fucking easy to make this country a better place to live Illegalize guns and lobbying(jail murderers and extortionists)... Legalize drugs and prostitution(free salesmen and saleswomen)... Murder the government Murder the government Murder the government and then do it again yeah Murder the government Murder the government Murder the government and then Murder the government Monosylabic girlI take her to the aquarium, she says sharkI take her to the planetarium, she says dark I take her to the seaside where she likes to spin and twirl She says sure and cool and yeah She's my monosylabic girl I take her to the university, she says huh I take her to our anniversary, she says one I take her to the jewelry store I say diamonds, she says pearls Oh everyone knoxs I'm in love With a monosylabic girl 180 degreesIt's so easy to defend the status quoWith everyone so cool and cynical But when you see the end don't justify the means It's just that 180 degrees The great thing about bein' a human The ability to reason But reasoning don't work when no one cares 2 parts apathy, one part despair Guess what, this might come as a surprise I'll no longer roll my eyes A change of heart to let the conscience breath One quick twist, just 180 degrees Yeah, I know now the right thing to do Yeah, anti-tradition tried and true Yeah, a world where wrong has right of way Yeah, fuck that world, fuck that hierarchy Go ahead, work, waste your life away Fuck that world, go fuck that right away All his suits are tornBilly Cobin lost it allWe knew he would eventually Some wonder why he took the fall Others just ask who the hell is he And why should we care for him? A baggy man with baggy clothes A face made of paper mache He lost his humor years ago Along with his molars His head planted beneath his shoulders Kill the pain, integrity don't keep you warm and sane Don't throw me out with the bath water Don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me Billy Cobin had a time, Billy Cobin had a place Following his fifteen minute climb Billy took a seven second leap a cannonball Plunge off the deep All outta angstI'm not insane, I'm not bummed outI got no one to blame, nothing to change I got no evil to fight One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst Society don't bother me And there's something wrong with that So I'm off to pakistan, learn the laws of islam Fundamentalism, forget that rock'n'roll No cigarette, no drink, in fact It's difficult to think about getting laid When you don't even get to see her face I'm not insane I'm not insane, I'm not liquored I got nothin' to do, nothin' to lose I got no place to call home One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst Society don't bother me, there's something wrong with that Next stop mongolia Don't get to golf or fuck or bowl with ya Throw out that handicap No stepping out, till spring, in fact it's Difficult to sing when it's 20 below And that's during the day I'm not insane I'm telling TimYou better watch out you better not cryYou better put out records DIY Cause it's not what you've done it's what you've been If you fuck up I'm telling Tim Take you out of book your own life part six You won't play again at ABC You're gonna get obstracized like Lawrence When I tell Tim I'm telling Tim I'm telling TIm telling Tim Champs elys�es(Joe Dassin)Je m'baladais sur l'avenue le coeur ouvert � l'inconnu.J'avais envie de dire bonjour � n'importe qui N'importe qui et ce f�t toi, je t'ai dit n'importe quoi, Il suffisait de te parler, pour t'apprivoiser. Aux Champs-Elys�es, aux Champs-Elys�es Au soleil, sous la pluie, � midi ou � minuit, Il y a tout que vous voulez aux Champs-Elys�es Tu m'a dit "J'ai rendez-vous dans un sous-sol avec des fous, Qui vivent la guitare � la main, du soir au matin". Alors je t'ai accompagn�e, on a chant�, on a dans� Et l'on n'a m�me pas pens� � s'embrasserAux Champs-Elys�es, aux Champs-Elys�es Au soleil, sous la pluie, � midi ou � minuit, Il y a tout que vous voulez aux Champs-Elys�es Hier soir deux inconnus et ce matin sur l'avenue, Deux amoureux tout �tourdis par la longue nuit. Et de l'Etoile � la Concorde, un orchestre � mille chordes, Tous les oiseaux du point du jour chantent l'amour Aux Champs-Elys�es, aux Champs-Elys�es Au soleil, sous la pluie, � midi ou � minuit, Il y a tout que vous voulez aux Champs-Elys�es Dad's bad newsDon't belive a word your grandfather sayshe's been classified grade a psycotik you can see it from the hole in his head a saner man would have used a bigger gun degeneration ah ah ah ah ah the lunatic clause was written for you The story spoken is a story unheard by you so listen cause it's unbelievable a certain trait has passed while centuries turned this certain trait has been a family tradition No simple way to tell you son we share the same red tainted blood I'm gona kill me, you're gona kill you killing you Don't belive a word your grandfather says Don't belive a word your grandfather says Don't belive a word your grandfather says he's a psycotik, grade a psycotic Kill rock stars"Kill the rockstars" how ironic, Kathleenyou've been crowned the newest queen kinda like the punk rock Gloria Steinham you can't change the world by laming men can't change the world by hating men Just cause I don't know the reason you're so pissed don't dare tag me mysoginist I thought the goal here was mutual respect not constructing a seperate sect I wish I could have seen Courtney demonstrate some real mysoginy cant change the world ba hating men Eat the meakY mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee longY mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long Because there 's never gona be enough space so eat the meek, enjoy the waste it's allways gonna be a delicacy lick your chops and eat the meek Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long The factory mass production fear, bottled, capped, distributed near and far sold for a reasonable price and the people, they love it, they feed it brush with it, bathe with it, breath it inject it direct to the blood it seems to replacing love Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long Because there always gonna be token truth forgotten code discaret youth you know there's always gonna be pedigree one own the air one pay to breath Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long The desperation's goneTrip down the stairs into hellcathay de I miss your smell a mixture of puke, beer, stale piss fuck, sweat, and fear adrenaline addicted, the blood leak from my head kinda concerned my friends but at the time it felt so right the music blaring on, now the desperation's gonne Turn, tune the knob K-go some alterna radio strategic marketing hype, media, stereopype has our music been castrated? yes to you it may sound good to me it sounds all wrong the notes and chords sound similar the same forbidden beat, but the desperation's gone (the song's the same) but the desperation's gone Flossing a dead horseInstrumentalQuart in sessionIt's funny how nothing seems much funanymore to me now that I quit the drink 'cause soberness, it might be what I need but it's certainly not how I wanna be Nothing seems much fun anymore to me Consequence never had anytime to think about what coulda, should, happen to me C-common sense my parents said I didn't have any, but now look whose got the dough No longer born to lose put away my party shoes missin' the alcohol don't feel like goin' out nothing worth singin' about missin' the alcohol without tonic n gin without no vicodin Nothing seems much fun anymore to me (x4) Falling in loveBlast oxygen masks, smoke filled cabindepressurize, don't be afraid, hold onto me we're going down, but not our love Death don't seem so bad, 'cause I'm with you my only love, so close your eyes kiss me on the last time, we're gonna die, but not our love, not our love |