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I want to go skating
in the sun.
I want to go skating
for fun
but I know what's going to happen.
I'm going to fall and break something
'cuz I'm too old for skating
and too fat for fun.
Fuck it.
Where's my board?
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2. |
AA
01:45
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This was once such a nice place to live.
Now it's just a nice place to die young in.
This was once such a nice life we had.
Now it's just a nice life we hate.
This was once such a nice place to live to die.
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3. |
Abrasive
02:21
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People have told me that I'm an abrasive person.
That I have an abrasive personality.
People have told me, and they can be quite persuasive,
that I'm not only abrasive I'm also abstract.
Well, what's up with that?
Yeah, what's up with that?
What's up with that?
Yeah, what's up with that?
People have told me that I'm an abrasive person.
That I have an abrasive personality.
People have told me that, and they can be quite persuasive,
that I'm not only too abrasive I'm also too abstract.
Well, what's up with that?
What's up with that?
Yeah, what's up with that?
What's up with that?
I'm not down with that.
What's up with that?
What's up with that?
Yeah, what's up with that?
What's up with that?
I'm abrasive.
Abrasive.
I guess I'm abrasive.
Oh well.
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5. |
Bands "R" Dumb
02:04
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Jason had his drums
set up in the basement.
Alex had his bass.
It was a replacement.
They tried to write a jam.
Something in 5/7.
They were trying to start a band
with their best friend Kevin.
Bands are dumb.
They called themselves Loafy
after a piece of toast.
They laughed about it ironically.
Kevin laughed the most.
They tried to write some songs
so they could play some shows
where they'll invite all their friends
but nobody will go.
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6. |
Boh
02:36
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I don't know.
I don't care.
Whatever.
Boh.
Boh?
Boh.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Boh.
I like it weird, man.
I like it dumb.
Fuck up the mind.
Fuck up the brain.
This is ludicrous.
Pure hypocrisy I say.
Boh.
Boh.
Boh.
I don't know.
I don't care.
Whatever.
Boh.
I like it weird, man.
I like it dumb.
I like it raw.
I suck my thumb.
Come on.
Fuck up the mind.
Fuck up the brain.
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7. |
California Peach
02:09
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It hurts to breathe sometimes
knowing you share the air with me.
I'm done compromising.
I don't care if you can't understand that.
I'm free.
No more lies to tell myself.
No more truths to hide.
It hurts to think sometimes
knowing you thought the things you do
but I don't sympathize anymore.
I'm feeling California every day.
I'll see you on the other side.
I'll see you at the beach.
I'm done pretending I'm New York.
I'm a California Peach.
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8. |
Compromise
01:52
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It's a lesson learned.
You won't get your turn.
You don't get to complain.
You're a human being.
We were promised compromise.
You'll do as they say
and they'll get away with it
'cuz they know something you don't:
Revolution's not remote control.
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9. |
Fashism
02:29
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I tuck in my shirt.
I do up my hair.
My pants match my shoes.
My tie's too tight.
My hat is alright.
I tip it ever so slightly.
I'd tip it to you
but you
are not
here.
Fashion police,
take me away.
I'm guilty.
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10. |
Gnomon's Shadows
02:58
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I think the government is coming after me
and I thought somebody should know.
If I go missing someday you will hopefully
see it's more than conspiracy.
Gnomon, don't you
get to me.
Gnomon, won't you
let me be.
There's someone hiding in the bushes, in the trees.
I hear them breathing quietly.
I wonder if they're listening, talking to themselves.
I wonder if they're recording.
Act alone.
Die alone.
Act alone.
Control.
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11. |
God's A Punk
02:09
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I found God
in a church
where the kids
jerked around.
Safety pins
in her cross.
Halo bleached.
Preaching Crass.
I found God
in a club
dancing to
Dub Reggae.
Dress was torn.
No shoes on.
Eyes were closed.
God's a punk.
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12. |
Javelinaz
02:11
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I'm a teenage death machine.
I got a pocket full of pistol and a magazine.
I eat Hot Tamales. Drink soda pops
mixed with Mad Dog 20's that I stole from the shop.
I hop cheap drugs and skate the bends.
Make friends with "Javelinaz" that'll end up dead.
My head's on fire. My soul's petrol.
Ya, I'm out of control. Oh, I'm out of control.
I was a red light runner.
Now I'm a sinner no more.
I'm a sinner no more.
I'm a sinner.
I drop bad acid for a good time.
I chop Karate at a party like committing a crime.
I'm high driving fast in my desert prime
bumping Stooges in my Subaru. Nickel and dimed.
I might go bowling or smoke a bowl.
I'm not out of control. No, I'm not out of control.
I go where I want when I want
but I caught myself before I was the lesson I taught.
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13. |
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You grow up and get married
and have a couple kids
but the city is too crowded.
You don't fit in your apartment.
So you pack up your belongings
and you move "somewhere else".
You need a little more space.
Oh, it's so roomy here in Hell.
Now you wake up every morning
with a shit look on your face.
You miss the big city.
What a pity. What a waste.
But you try to be happy
by drinking whiskey every day.
And your backyard looks so lovely
when your shit-faced.
I go to work.
I go to sleep.
And then your old friends come to visit
and they regale' you with their tales
of all their fun adventures
that they've been having without you
in the city
but your backyard looks nice.
I go to work.
I go to sleep.
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14. |
Nameless/Faceless
02:18
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I don't know you.
You don't know me
but somehow we
get along just fine.
I want a face to a name.
I want a name to face.
I want to place you in pictures in my pocket.
I want a name to face.
I want a face to a name.
I want to see you for real.
We've never met
and never will
but we're still friends
for the time being.
Nameless faces.
Friends for real.
I want a face to a name.
I want a name to face.
I want to place you in pictures in my pocket.
I want a name to face.
I want a face to a name.
I want to see you for real.
I want a face to a name.
I want a name to face.
I want to place you in pictures in my pocket.
I want a name to face.
I want a face to a name.
I want to see if you're real.
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15. |
Pizza On The Weekend
02:36
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Pizza on the weekend.
Gotta pick my toppings.
Pizza on the weekend.
Gotta pick my sauce.
Not from New York.
Not from New Haven.
Not from Chicago.
Not from Rome.
No.
Arizona.
Yuck.
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16. |
Social Suicide
02:41
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I've never taken a life before.
I'm so nervous.
I hope I get it right.
I never thought it would come to this
but it's time to commit
to my demise.
It's only my social suicide.
I'm so tired of the pride and prejudice.
I have to kill myself to be rid
of the dead-end nonstop
constant nonsense.
Your opinions that mean so much
don't mean anything
to anyone.
Your precious comments are undermined
by the fact that you don't know anything.
You're acting out like a child
on a soapbox made of shit.
You don't know how to live
in the real word.
That's it, isn't it?
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17. |
The Alcoholic And Me
02:37
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The alcoholic and me
are busy watching TV.
Please just leave us alone.
so we can scroll on our phones.
The kids can play on their own.
We're watching the Twilight Zone.
We can't be playing around.
There's a few more to drown.
The alcoholic and me
just need something to eat
then we can get off this couch
but the couch is comfy.
Can't we just stay here some more
and finish what's left to pour?
We promise we'll get up soon
right after this new cartoon.
Just let us finish the show
before you put us to bed.
Two heads are better than one.
None's better than dead.
The alcoholic and me.
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18. |
tHISiSNOTa Punk Song
02:30
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This is not a punk song
and I am not a punk.
I'm just a drunk with a microphone.
This is not a drunk song.
I'm as sober as a skunk
just stinking up the place with my own brand.
This is not a punk song
but it's punk to me
and no one's going to tell me otherwise.
This is not a punk song.
It couldn't be
and if you could see right now
you'd know why.
This is not a punk
'cuz I'm not punk.
I'm just some dude with a drum machine.
This is not a punk song
but it's punk enough
for me to put out while I'm
in-between bands.
This is not a punk song.
It's a pièce de résistance.
A masterpiece in my mind.
This is not a punk song.
It's not even really a song
but I am a skunk
and I am drunk
and I can't stop drinking
my stinky-ass wine.
Yeah.
Wine on, Punk Rockers.
See you on the other side.
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19. |
Warshaw'd
02:45
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Am I in this pit
until I die?
Why can't I get out of it?
This little alien
keeps walking around
until he falls down again.
It's going to take a miracle
to get out of here.
He's extra-terrestrial
but so full of shit
from all the candy that he eats.
What are the cheat codes?
Can I just quit?
This is giving me anxiety.
I should
bury
this game
in the ground
but I'll
carry
the shame
of not finishing it.
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