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Match
01:13
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I can't stand it
Everything you fucking do
Look at you now
Disappointing, sad but true
How'd I put up
With your shit everyday
Never really
Needed you anyways
Wanna burn this bridge?
Here's a fucking match
We're sick of your shit
Your chances have run out
Mooch off all your friends
Go behind our backs
You wanna burn this bridge?
Here's a fucking match
Tell sob stories
But you're not foolin' me
Won't go far with
the company that you keep
You're a sorry
broken record nothing more
You are not my
fucking problem anymore
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Scumbag
01:39
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Should have been aborted
You're a waste of fucking space
I don't wanna be here just fucking go away
The reason women don't come out to shows
'Cause assholes like you, and your fucking bros
Scumbag
Should have been aborted
You're a waste of fucking space
I don't wanna be here just fucking go away
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Corporate Death Machine
02:01
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You give it your money, you don't get shit
You're being ripped off, you throw a fit
Sweet and savory, it's what I crave
You react, with a violent act
Corporate death machine
It's in control
Do what you're told
It's in control
It takes your payday
React against the machine
It pushes back and kills you clean
Well I say it's time we rise up
Against this automated regime
And kill this fucking machine
Reach inside, get what you paid for
Behind the glass cage, get now what you fucking craved
Reach inside, get what you desired
Obtain what you're owed, get your oreos
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5. |
Young Republican
02:03
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Alright!
I'm a young republican
My name is Chad
Being a conservative
Is the new punk rock
I have the intelligence
Of some dumb jock
Step inside my wardrobe
It's MAGA hats and ironed plaid
Even through the president is supported by the clan
Young Republican
oh yeah..
My ego grows bigger with the height of my truck
And if you ask me about the poor?
I don't give a fuck
I blame my own generation for things my parents caused
White privilege is something I don't understand
My political stance is a cockblocker
Young republican
My name is... what's my name again?.. oh yeah..
Chad
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6. |
Degenerate
01:47
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I was a teenage gimp
Suburban filler, hopeless kid
Didn't keep up, fell out of line
They call me a waste of time
What was I supposed to do?
End up a clone just like you?
Chasing what my parents dreamed
A cookie cutter life to me
I'll accomplish things in my own way
Won't listen to a word you say
I know what is best for me
Fuck your future leave me be
I don't care what you think
Hot-box your house then skate your streets
No future and I know it
Live my life as a degenerate
Degenerate
Can't get out of my head
Most days I wish I was dead
But I'll keep going without you
Just like I always do
Didn’t need you all along
Just fuck off and move along
Don’t have time for peoples shit
I’ve only got one life to live
Cant live in society's monotony
That shit is fucking mundane
I need to get the fuck away
From everybody's bullshit
Leave me alone I wanna live life my way
I was put on earth to disobey
You better believe when I say
I'm a god damn degenerate
Degenerate
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Big Brother
02:06
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Running out of time
Privacy is a crime
They watch us day-to-day
No one can escape
Nowhere left is safe
Beginning of the end
So watch what you say
Big brother is listening in
So keep yourself in line
They watch you all the time
Hail red white and blue
Or they're after you
Nowhere left is safe
Beginning of the end
So watch what you say
Big brother is listening in
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False Flag
01:45
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Tight grip on the public eye
our fear will be their gain
You watch the news, you will comply,
remorse on who was slain
It's nothing new
History shows too
Chaos, at last
Over what they mask
Desperate move
Of which they approve
Body bag
For it's a false flag
It always ends with self infliction
I’m starting to think that it’s all fiction
Focus on the talking head
You “great again” American mass
Deception from many more dead,
You can shove it up your bigot ass
Government proof
Is far from the truth
Stay inside
Don't realize they lied
Tragedy
Commercial free, all day
Look away
For its a false flag
It's all fake
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9. |
Belligerence
01:42
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It's time to drink
No time to think
Blackout on the brink
Drinking booze and spewing ooze
My god what stinks?
It's feces
Age of ignorance
Age of belligerence
Shotgun tallboys
Livers destroyed
Alcohol fills the void
So crack a cold one with the boys
Piss in the street
Shit in the sink
Puke on a cop
Punch a kid
Time to get ignorant
Are you ready to get belligerent?
Belligerence
DRINK
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10. |
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-Asphyxiation Via Press
They’re left behind to suffocate
by imprinting towers
Their lungs are riddled with my
dense cloud of deaths desire
And paid for by the hour
Flattened corpses in the mix
A turning metal crucifix
It leaves your limbs a bloody mess
Asphyxiation via press
With no warning at all
They crawl inside to slowly
rot alone and pay their dues
Sacrifice my will so that the
public may obtain its news
Mangled bodies split in twos!
Chemical burns, skin cracked and dried
Bathed in ink and mummified
Your time has come, its nevertheless
You're another victim of the press
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-Limp
Despite of the emotional state, in which you bounce through
Wrap the world around your little finger ‘cause it’s easy to
Easy to be tempting, alluring, assuring
Those manipulated look at you like Hermann Görring
I know what you’re thinking, "that was an easy one"- your thoughts are so predictable we’re placing bets and having fun.
And I am all in, because I know you well
Enough to get you won’t admit this life of yours is living hell
Get the fuck up off your-
This is why, this is how, shitty pity party meee
Simply sane to complain on how you worked, get merked
Be a problem never solve em’ bitch and moan and fucking flee
Irk the nerves of every living being where you once lurked
jerked around, passed about, choking on a bad blunt
Understanding your perception kills the frontal lobe
Leech for money, sex and coffee, start a poachers hand-out hunt
And pry on every sucker from the darkest
corners of the globe.
If you got a pair of eyes
then surely you too will despise this
quote-un-quote
so-called prize
Hands that feed now fists of hate
And you’re the prime example of two trash cans who can procreate
Condescending, you really like that word
Ironic how your logic is the dumbest shit I've ever heard
Keep that steady pace away from me as I present the bird
Faulty smiles, errors, trials, everything here is absurd
Dance around the broken eggs for tolerance is fucking low
Promises, apologies, a class act for your fucking show
I can go forever what I listed isn’t very much
So here’s my last word of advice it’s get the fuck up off your crutch
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11. |
Skate
01:23
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Alarm didn’t ring (need to skate)
Cut myself shaving (need to skate)
Girlfriend complaining (need to skate)
Better not rain (need to skate)
I need to skate
On my board I am free
You better not take that away from me
Ran outta gas (need to skate)
Accounts overdrawn (need to skate)
I’m late for work (need to skate)
My boss is a jerk (need to skate)
I need to skate
On my board I am free
You can’t take that away from me
Gotta hit the concrete before I lose my shit
Sitting at work isn't isn’t cutting it
Don’t hog the bowl cause I don’t care
You fucking scooter kids beware
Alarm didn’t ring (need to skate)
Cut myself shaving (need to skate)
Girlfriend complaining (need to skate)
Better not rain (need to skate)
I need to fucking skate
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12. |
Alarm Clock
02:22
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Alarm clock
No I don’t wanna start my day
Cause that shit won’t go away
Hit the snooze again, and again
Well I guess this day will begin
I’m tired of working that dead-end job
I'm tired of working for that fucking slob
Now all I wanna do is: ROB ROB ROB
Just stick me on a skewer: SHISHKABAB
I’m tired of working hard like the rest
These lazy motherfuckers are viewed as “the best”?
All of my patience is put to the test
'Cause all I can hear is that alarm clock.
Alarm Clock
No I don’t wanna get up.
Where’s my goddamn water cup?
On the clock
Just standing in one spot
Off the clock
In a Celica smoking pot
I’m tired of that obnoxious prick
You're crashing cars? you make me sick
Can’t get a clue cause your skull is too thick
Take my tips and hit up Rick
Fuck you all and fuck this place
I quit, I’m done, get out of my face
Now all the lawyers are on the case
Cause I killed you all with an alarm clock
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The Ellen Degenerates Fort Worth, Texas
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Ray Wood-bass/vox/theremin
Damon Henderson-guitar/box
Tim McAnally-guitar/box
Will Colley-drums/belch
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