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Sunsets and Long Romantic Strolls on the Beach Power of metal running through my veins |
Dialectical Materialism and its Relevance from a Historical Context This is a 15 second song That's 17 seconds long This is a 15 second song That's 17 seconds long
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Tank Rampage or Shawn Timothy Nelson Rides Again Happy and smiling in the sunny California sun, Ready for my unique brand of San Diego fun, Riding down the boulevard, Better move your SUV Tank mother fucking rampage
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| I Saw Kenneth Coming Out of a Gay Bar Reed's a fucking rock star cunt Kenneth takes it in the butt Andrew has bad taste in metal Mike sells crack too little kids Waco Fuck can suck a nut Couldn't rock their way out of a paper bag They fucking suck Stop playing shows It's tired and old This facade has worn thin When you quit playing Everyone wins |
Emo Kids Mistaken for People Mistaken for Stars You're played out emotions don't endear Pathetic attempts to look sincere Fuck you go back to you're university Don't cry in front of me
I'm not amused by you're melodramatic stunts I don't read Kafka, you pretentious cunts Go back to star bucks and take your glasses with you Such trivial shit with which you take issue When you leave, no one's gonna miss you Sitting on your bed and crying isn't going to change things |
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Exercise in My Pit Keep your sambas clean, do your laundry Gonna see Bane tonight and its going to cost a lot Seen as a step forward but it's a mistake This new school hardcore nonsense Promoters for shows at venues with barriers Forgot your ethics at the door I'd rather sit at home all by myself Spend my money on beer and drink myself stupid, Fuck all your t shirts This isn't punk it's a fucking mall Maybe punk had its problems but at least it was ours Playing overpriced shows is as exclusionary as playing bars I'd rather play house shows or not at all Then play at some stupid hardcore mall I'd rather sit at home all by myself Spend my money on beer and drink myself stupid, Fuck all your t shirts This isn't punk it's a fucking mall |
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| Branagen's Law Walking down the street Waiting for the bus Staring at me I want to see combust Everytime I see you It get's a little bit worse I think it's about time To put you in a hearse Keeping us all safe By following me around And if I step out of line You'll take me downtown |
Rock for Your Right to Rock Were gonna worship Satan Yeah, were worshiping Satan Were gonna worship Satan And drink beer |
| Think Again all you people that say you want freedom... and then you take a drag just stop to reflect and think of the life that you could have had every time you light one up you're poisoning us all and polluting the earth would you have smoked in front of your kids if they didn't die at birth? a truly free person has no addictions what good is freedom if you're dead? put your fag down just for a second and think think again all you people that say you want freedom... and then you take a hit you are so addicted that you cant live without that shit every time you get money the dealer is waiting with your 1/8 of weed smoke till you can't think addiction is what no one needs a truly free person has no addictions what good is freedom if you're dead? put your weed down just for a second and think think again all you people that say you want freedom... and then you break out the booze you cant even hold your own liquor vomit w/ food all over your shoes every time you put your lips to the bottle its sucking out of you getting wasted every night can't you think of anything better to do a truly free person has no addictions what good is freedom if you're dead? put your beer down just for a second and think think again |
No, really, die Die Robot Scum Girl This isn't noise It's not even good Grant went home Locust shit Your keyboard is lame Your drummer is fat Where's your guitar player What's with the masks Try and bite our shows Bowling alley fucks Next time I see you I'll kick you in the nuts Your keyboard is lame Your drummer is fat Where's your guitar player What's with the masks Murder your white belt wearing ass |