It's My Job To Keep Punk Rock Elite Lyrics

from So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes

"It's My Job To Keep Punk Rock Elite" is track #1 on the album So Long And Thanks For All The
Shoes. It was written by Burkett, Mike.
Surprise
Indiscriminate, I'd rather be elite
I'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
Songwriters
BURKETT, MIKE
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Lyrics Universal Music Publishing Group
"Shut Up Already"
"Affection not dissection,
Meat is murder,
Animals are for petting."
Oh shut the fuck up already.
I'm tired of you whining,
About poor little animals dying,
And the food they 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 your trap already.

I don't want to listen,
And I'm tired of your bitchin,
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.
"Green Corn"
Sometimes I think of all the places where I don't wanna go
Then I think of all the things that I never wanna do
And when I think of all the people that I don't wanna meet
I close my eyes and go to sleep
Tully, baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars
I'm the prince of poverty I hang around in bars
Your life's a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool
My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel
Your obviousness disgusts me I see thru your macho lies
I'll fight everything you stand for
There's something in your purse baby, my head is getting sore
Maybe what we had was just green corn
"Bob"
He spent fifteen years getting loaded
Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink?
The doctor said, "What you been thinkin' 'bout?"
Bob said, "That's the point,
I won't think about nothing
Now I gotta do something else,"
OI OI OI!
"To pass the time."
Bob shaved his head
He got a new identity
Sixty-two holed air cushioned boots
And a girl who rides a scooter
Gonna take him out, of town
They would get away
Riding around, as the trucks drive by
You could here the mother fuckers go...
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor tells him to

"Quit your drinkin', now's the time."

Will he ever walk the line
To all my friends, I feel just great
But will he ever walk the line
Kickin' ass and bustin' heads
Red suspenders
Once a day he shaves his head
But will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
Oh will he ever walk the line?
Linoleum"
Possessions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy
Well that's not true, I've got a bed, and a guitar
And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor
That's right, I've got a floor
So what, so what, so what?
I've got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes
Where everything important to me
Just seems to fall right down my leg
And on to the floor
My closest friend linoleum
Linoleum
Supports my head, gives me something to believe
That's me on the beachside combing the sand
Metal meter in my hand
Sporting a pocket full of change
That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
That's me on the back of the bus
That's me in the cell
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
"Leave It Alone"
Breathe ever so soft,
We wouldn't wanna break the eggs as we walk.
Never alone, cautious, afraid,
I hear the voice of reason on the P.A.
Leave it alone, follow the grain,
We couldn't stop the irresistible force.
Leave it the same, change with the leaves,
Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the old.
Leave it alone

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DA NA NA NA NA NA NA NAA
Breathe, ever so slight,
We couldn't take away your God given right.
Leave it alone, heel and stay,
Roll over and shake and beg for the bone.
Leave it alone
DA NA NA NA NA NA NA NAA
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Writer(s): Mike Burkett, Eric Scott Melvin
Copyright: Westbeach Music

"The Brews"
Friday night we'll be drinking Manischewitz
Going out to terrorize Goyim
Stomping shagitz, screwing shiksas
As long as we're home by Saturday morning
Cause hey, we're the Brews
Sporting anti-swastika tattoos
Oi Oi we're the boys
Orthodox, hesidic, O.G. Ois
Orthopedic, Dr. Martens good for
Waffle making, kicking through the shin
Reputation, gained through intimidation
Pacifism no longer tradition
Cause hey we're the Brews
Sporting anti-swastika tattoos
Oi Oi we're the Brews
The fairfax ghetto boys skinhead Hebrews
We got the might, psycho mashuganas
We can't lose a fight, as we are the chosen ones
Chutzpah driven, we battle then we feast
We celebrate, we'll separate our milkplates from our meat
We're the Brews
Sporting anti-swastika tattoos
Oi Oi we're the boys
Orthodox, hesidic, O.G. Ois

[This is what some of the Jewish terms mean:]

[Manischewitz = Cheap wine Jews stereotypically drink; Goyim = Non-Jewish people; Shagitz =
Preppies; Mashuganas = Yiddish for "Crazy"; Chutzpah = Yiddish word meaning a cross between
balls and rudeness; "Sporting anti-swastika tattoos" - It's against the Jewish law to get a tattoo; "As
long as we're home by Saturday morning" - Jews gotta be home in time for Synagogue; Fairfax = A
part of LA where the Orthodox Jews live; "Dai Dayenu" = Part of Jewish Hymn; Shiksa = Yiddish
word for referring to a non-Jewish female;]
1. A-Z Lyrics
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3. NOFX Lyrics
"Punk In Drublic" (1994)

Lori Meyers"
Lori Meyers used to live upstairs
Our parents had been friends for years
Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games
At nine years old there's no such thing (as shame)
It wasn't recognition of her face, what brought me back was a familiar mark
As it flashed across the screen
I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes
Incriminating acts, I felt that I could save her
"Who the hell are you to tell me how to live?
You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time.
I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waiting for no prince,
To save me in fact until just now I was doing just fine.
And on and on.."
"I know what degradation feels like
I felt it on the floor at the factory
Where I worked long before, I took control now I answer to me
The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please
Where's the problem?"
"Scavenger Type"
Gigin alone at the bottom of the hill
Our protagonist named Bill
Sets his sights on an anchor steam pint
All he, needs is thirteen quarters
Congregated in his hat
A crow, a scavenger type
California redemption, provides him with his rent
Room and board inside of, a fifth, of comfort

As the wind penetrates his bones

His mind keep focused
Tidal waves of sound catapulted
From his horn, wail like lovers
The coins don't drop consistent as does the mercury
His meter slows realizing a zenith
He's reached perfection
No one did see him die
Murder The Government"
("Fuck The Kids" Version)
I wanna see the constitution burn
Wanna watch the white house overturn
Wanna witness some blue blood bleed red
I wanna tar and lynch the KKK
I wanna pull and shoot the NRA
I wanna pay the lobbyists to kill themselves
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
Murder The Government"
("Fuck The Kids" Version)
I wanna see the constitution burn
Wanna watch the white house overturn
Wanna witness some blue blood bleed red
I wanna tar and lynch the KKK
I wanna pull and shoot the NRA
I wanna pay the lobbyists to kill themselves
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
"180 Degrees"
It's so easy to defend the Status Quo
with 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 now know 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 heirarchy
Go ahead, work, waste your life away
Fuck that world, go fuck that right away
"I'm Telling Tim"
You better watch out, you better not cry (someone's watching)
You better put out records D.I.Y. (punk rock cops)
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 (I don't count that)
You won't play again at ABC (I couldn't care)
You're gonna get ostracized like Lawrence
When I tell Tim, I'm telling Tim
I'm telling Tim, I'm telling Tim
Champs-lyses"
Je m'baladais sur l'avenue, le cur ouvert a l'inconnu.
J'avais envie de dire bonjour a n'importe qui
N'importe qui et ce fut toi, je t'ai dit n'importe quoi,
Il suffisait de te parler, pour t'apprivoiser.
Aux Champs-lyses, aux Champs-lyses
Au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit,
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-lyses
Tu m'as dit "J'ai rendez-vous dans un sous-sol avec des fous,
Qui vivent la guitare a la main, du soir au matin".
Alors je t'ai accompagn, on a chant, on a dans
Et l'on n'a mme pas pense -- a s'embrasser
Aux Champs-lyses, aux Champs-lyses
Au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit,
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-lyses
"Eat The Meek"
Why must we stay where we don't belong
Why must we stay where we don't belong

Because there's never gonna be enough space

So eat the meek, savor the taste
It's always gonna be a delicacy
Lick your chops and eat the meek
Why must we stay where we don't belong
Why must we stay where we don't belong, don't belong
The factory mass producing 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, breathe it
Inject it direct to the blood
It seems to be replacing love
Why must we stay where we don't belong
Why must we stay where we don't belong, don't belong
Because there's always gonna be token truth
Forgotten code discarded youth
You know there's always gonna be pedigree
One own the air one pay to breathe
Why must we stay where we don't belong
Why must we stay where we don't belong
Why must we stay where we don't belong, don't belong
"Dinosaurs Will Die"
(This is not a test of the Emergency Broadcast System. This is the real thing)
Kick back watch it crumble
See the drowning, watch the fall
I feel just terrible about it
That's sarcasm, let it burn
I'm gonna make a toast when it falls apart
I'm gonna raise my glass above my heart
Then someone shouts "That's what they get!"
For all the years of hit and run
For all the piss broke bands on VH1
Where did all, their money go?
Don't we all know
Parasitic music industry
As it destroys itself
We'll show them how it's supposed to be

Music written from devotion

Not ambition, not for fame
Zero people are exploited
There are no tricks, up our sleeve
Gonna fight against the mass appeal
We're gonna kill the 7 record deal
Make records that have more than one good song
The dinosaurs will slowly die
And I do believe no one will cry
I'm just fucking glad I'm gonna be
There to watch the fall
Prehistoric music industry
Three feet in la brea tar
Extinction never felt so good
If you think anyone would feel badly
You are sadly, mistaken
The time has come for evolution
Fuck collusion, kill the five
Whatever happened to the handshake?
Whatever happened to deals no-one would break?
What happened to integrity?
It's still there it always was
For playing music just because
A million reasons why
(All) dinosaurs will die
(All) dinosaurs will die
(All) dinosaurs will die
Bottles To The Ground"
You know it (know it, know it)
When it's over (over, over)
Doors are closing (closing, closing)
Feel the sober (sober, sober)
Staring at you (at you, at you)
You know you'd better take one last good look
One more round then it's bottles to the ground
Smashing of the glass what a supersonic sound
Gotta pull the plug when it's time to die
A wo-o wo-o wo-o
Bottles to the ground
Theres a suitcase (suitcase, suitcase)
On the sidewalk (sidewalk, sidewalk)

Theres some records (records, records)

In a milkcrate (milkcrate, milkcrate)
She'll be staying (staying, staying)
You'll be throwing whiskeys over one lip
One more round then it's bottles to the ground
Smashing of the glass an imperfect perfect sound
We gotta pay the piper when the rats are gone
A wo-o wo-o wo-o
Bottles to the ground
One more round then it's bottles to the ground
One more round then it's bottles to the ground
... (you get the idea) ...
One more round then it's bottles to the ground
"My Vagina"
My vagina has two sets of lips
But I don't get monthly blood drips
My vagina hardly even used
My vagina's got lots of extra skin
They took my outtie and made it an in
Changing Donnie to Marie Osmond
Operation successfull
But now I gotta pee
Through a miniature hole
Gotta remember to put the seat down
And when I wipe my ass
I go from front to back
Cause I don't want a bladder infection
I never thought I'd miss my vas deferans
I traded it in for a pair of huge cans
Now I get to hang with lesbians
Operation paid up front
Now I show all my friends
My new designer cunt
They think I'm kinda weird
But that's OK with me
Cause now I kick their ass
Playing from the ladies tee
Theres nothing finer than having a vagina
"Party Enema"
hangin' out in long beach. a lil' party in the sun, but ya just can't sit there smoking and drinking
anymore. you got a new jive. all your friends are getting weird. ahhh! it goes, "you ain't a shakin till the

shit shot. shoot it up. no one jammin' til the gin juice jigger jets. they say it ain't a party til the party
enema, the party enema. you get a funnel tube, pour in a 40 oz. pull down your clothes, touch your toes.
get a hose, hold your nose. its a party hat. forget the beer bong. forget the nitrous shots. it goes "you
ain't a shakin till the shit shot. shoot it up. no one jammin' til the gin juice jigger jets. they say it ain't a
party til the party enema, the party enema. the party enema, the party enema. the party enema, the party
enema.
San Francisco Fat"
Hollywood is a breeding ground for assholes
Egos get as big, as Billy Corgans (THAT'S BIG!)
Skinny girl, eat some more food!
Muscleman, you look like a fucking freak!
Hollywood is a nice place for the weekend
Not a place, for a nice person to live (I DO!)
Movie star, no one likes you
How d'ya learn, to be so fucking mean?
Take me home (TO) sweet West bay
Big women (Ooo) Stinky's peepshow
This Thursday (YEAH)
Glamour pussy and some New York band
Let's go (LET'S GO!)
Los Angeles, BER ALLES
Or at least, that's what they like to believe
Take me home (TO) sweet West bay
Big women (Ooo) Stinkey's peepshow
This Thursday (YEAH)
Boobzilla flattens out Dick Tokyo
Let's go (LET'S GO!)
"Franco Un-American"
I never thought about the universe, it made me feel small
Never thought about the problems of this planet at all
Global warming, radio-active sites
Imperialistic wrongs and animal rights! No!
Why think of all the bad things when life is so good?
Why help with an 'am' when there's always a 'could'?
Let the whales worry about the poisons in the sea
Outside of California, it's foreign policy
I don't want changes, I have no reactions
Your dilemmas are my distractions

That's no way to go, Franco Un-American

No way to go, Franco Un-American
No way to go, Franco Un-American
No way to go, Franco, Franco Un-American
I never looked around, never second-guessed
Then I read some Howard Zinn now I'm always depressed
And now I can't sleep from years of apathy
All because I read a little Noam Chomsky
I'm eating vegetation, 'cause of Fast Food Nation
I'm wearing uncomfortable shoes 'cause of globalization
I'm watching Michael Moore expose the awful truth
I'm listening to Public Enemy and Reagan Youth
I see no world peace 'cause of zealous armed forces
I eat no breath-mints 'cause they're from de-hoofed horses
Now I can't believe; what an absolute failure
The president's laughing 'cause we voted for Nader
That's no way to go, Franco Un-American
No way to go, Franco Un-American
No way to go, Franco Un-American
Where can we go, Franco Un-American
I want to move north and be a Canadian
Or hang down low with the nice Australians
I don't want to be another "I-don't-care"-ican
What are we gonna do Franco, Franco Un-American
"Anarchy Camp"
I got an invitation to go to anarchy camp
there will be twistin', fistin', biting, fighting all in an evening
the soundtrack will go multi platinum,
barbecue a boca while the effigies burn
you may not wanna stay to see how we take care of a turncoat
Christiania's kinda far away so come along with me
we can dance and trip and be anarchists
we gotta get the manual and put it in the oven 'til it cooks
then we're gonna take the ashes to the wassail
and use them to spike the punch
rules of anarchy camp: reckless abandonment,
random acts of dumbness will be rewarded
if you see somebody taking charge,
you'll be expected to beat them
cause everyone who's no one, will be participating
no one who is someone, will ever get to know
the joys of anarchism, destruction of the system, yeah!

so come along with us,

salad days and nights on the anarchaic bus
we're gonna pick up indigents and crusties and a half a dozen nuts
and we're never coming home
underwater basket-weaving (we got some arts and crafts)
meth-amphetamine symposiums (they last a couple days)
African killer spelling bees (you better get it right)
bowling in ice hockey rinks (of course checking is allowed)
anarchy camp's never inert (you think we don't know that it's)
not much fun 'til someone gets hurt (our only motto)
so we're greasing up the rusty vert ramp
time to make some reservations for next years anarchy camp
"60%"
I'm not here to entertain you
I'm here to meet my friend the Russian
The Irish, the German, the Columbian
I don't care how bad I fuck up
I care about how fucked up I get
I'm not your clown
I'm your dealer
And I'm holding three bindles of bullshit
And you're buyin' them 'cause you are addicted
To the pure and totally uncut
I'm not here to amuse you
I'm here to abuse my body
I'm here because old habits die hard
And seriously, what else am I supposed to do?
This isn't my job, my hobby, my habit
It's sad, but this is my life
Welcome to our mission statement
Total self-debasement
And not giving our all
Watch us Fall!
It's not that we don't pull it
It's just that we only give about 60 or so percent
Would you rather be fed bullshit
From some 20-something, makeup wearing, popstar

"This one goes out to all our fans all over the world
Without you, we'd just be us.
So, I just wanna say thank you!
We fuckin' love you, Modesto!"
Fuck you!
And you're takin' it easy before the show
So you won't lose your voice
And disappoint your fans routine
And you don't care about the children
You don't even know them
All you know is their money
Cool And Unusual Punishment"
Absolute shibari, cold noodles and hot sake
The mistress bar in Roppongi is the place
For Japanese hardcore, not the kind youre gonna find at the record store
Not the kind designed for the kind hearted
Do not pass go, do not get bail
Go directly to Osaka Jail
Where you get locked or drunk under the table
For just under 10,000 yen
You can visit hell and come back again
For the process of hurting and healing
Cake and candle wax dessert
Its not fun til someone gets hurt
Whos the next to get hung from the ceiling
So if you want rewards and consequence
They got the cool and unusual punishments
Get on your knees for Japanese instruction
Rope and Cigarette burns, forget about any health concerns
This is pure assisted self-destruction
Kanpai and bottoms up, unhelping hands hogtie you up
One bad deed surely deserves another
Bruised from bamboo caning
Coming home try explaining this to your significant other
Good fucking luck
"60%"
I'm not here to entertain you
I'm here to meet my friend the Russian
The Irish, the German, the Columbian

I don't care how bad I fuck up

I care about how fucked up I get
I'm not your clown
I'm your dealer
And I'm holding three bindles of bullshit
And you're buyin' them 'cause you are addicted
To the pure and totally uncut
I'm not here to amuse you
I'm here to abuse my body
I'm here because old habits die hard
And seriously, what else am I supposed to do?
This isn't my job, my hobby, my habit
It's sad, but this is my life
Welcome to our mission statement
Total self-debasement
And not giving our all
Watch us Fall!
It's not that we don't pull it
It's just that we only give about 60 or so percent
Would you rather be fed bullshit
From some 20-something, makeup wearing, popstar
"This one goes out to all our fans all over the world
Without you, we'd just be us.
So, I just wanna say thank you!
We fuckin' love you, Modesto!"
Fuck you!
And you're takin' it easy before the show
So you won't lose your voice
And disappoint your fans routine
And you don't care about the children
You don't even know them
All you know is their money
"My Orphan Year"
My father had dementia
He lied in bed for months
Once in a while hed call me
And ask me to fly down

I told him that Id love to

But I had things to do
And so he died without his son
I heard about it drunk after a show
My mother battled cancer
For over seven years
I nursed her and I held her
When time was running out
The night before she left me
I drank scotch all night
And thanked her for everything shed done
Raising me alone wasnt much fun
So dad I can forgive you,
but Ill never forget,
Months I wouldnt see you and when I did
Youd be out with your friends all night
Alone and only nine
I watched the outer limits
And scared out of my mind
I wonder if you felt the same
The days before you died
I wonder if you even knew
Why I wouldnt come around
I bet if you had been there,
There wouldnt be this song
2006 goodbye parents
For once I am sincere
2006 my orphan year
Blasphemy (The Victimless Crime)"
Ill throw a pie in the face of piety
Ill torch a torah right off a bridge
I am a reverend of irreverence
Im a shill for any sacrilege
I understand that faith in a deity
Helps the masses who are having hard times
But blasphemy like prostitution
Are clearly victimless crimes
Blasphemy, blasphe-you, Jesus Christ the blackest Jew
Blasphe-you, blasphemy, poisonous pedagogy
Im an unbeliever, Im a heretic
Im gonna projectile puke off a pew
Im a trouble making immature imp

Im gonna turn your other cheek for you

I understand we all need something to believe in
I believe Ill never be given wings and
Im sorry if its up there cuz I didnt think
A song was gonna hurt its feelings
Blasphemy, speaking deadpan
Apparently this god has got a master plan
Now they call foul, pure heresy
But ya gotta wonder, does he have a plan B?
Horus similar to Mithra, Attis analogous to Krishna
Jesus, different name same story
All based on ancient Egyptian allegory
My position hasnt been occulted
It can never be more overstated
My intelligence has been insulted
So my tongue lashes out in defense
Anything that is your holy or sacred
Im gonna desecrate and use in jest
But youll never hear a crack about Mohammed
Cuz I dont wanna get shot in the chest
Blasphemy, isnt this fun
Rob a rabbi, bugger a nun
Blasphemy, want some more?
Mother Mary, the virgin whore
1. A-Z Lyrics
2. N
3. NOFX Lyrics
Eddie, Bruce And Paul"
What happened to Bruce, Eddie, and Paul?
Paul and Eddie had it good
But Paul loved his cocaine and Eddie hated punks
So after a couple years
Eddie broke it off with Paul to look for a new man
Paul got fucked, fucked by Steve
Eddies at the Red Lion looking for a new steed
Searching for a beau who sings in falsetto
What happened to Bruce, Eddie, and Paul?
What happened to Eddie, Paul, and Bruce?
Bruce and Samson knew
Eddie was looking for a long term, stable relationship
With Paul no longer around,
Bruce left Samson for Eddie cuz Steve convinced him to
Kudos to Paul, fuck you Bruce

How you supposed to rock n roll without substance abuse

Number of the Beast is in bed with Rob and Judas Priest
Kill All The White Man"
Oh yeah, kill all the white man,
Oh yeah, kill all the white man.
The white man call himself civilized,
Cause he know how to take over,
The white man come to pillage my village,
Now he tell me I have to bend over.
Oh yeah, kill all the white man,
Oh yeah, kill all the white man.
No I do not like the white man up in me,
He rape my people as he rape my country,
Everything I love and cherish, he try to take away,
We will be rid of him, soon come the day.
Oh yeah, kill all the white man,
Oh yeah, kill all the white man.
Kill all the white man. [repeat till fade]
You're Wrong"
You're wrong about virtues of Christianity
And you're wrong if you agree with Sean Hannity
If you think that pride is about nationality, you're wrong
You're wrong when you imprison people turning tricks
And you're wrong about trickle down economics
If you think that punk rock doesn't mix with politics, you're wrong
You're wrong for hating queers and eating steers
If you kill for the thrill of the hunt
You're wrong 'bout wearing fur and not hating Ann Coulter
Cause she's a cunted cunt
You're wrong if you celebrate Columbus Day
And You're wrong if you think there will be a Judgement Day
If you're a charter member of the NRA, you're wrong
You're wrong if you support capital punishment
And you're wrong if you don't question your government
If you think her reproductive rights are inconsequent, you're wrong
You're wrong fighting Jihad, your blind faith in God
Your religions are all flawed,
You're wrong about drug use, when its not abuse
I hope you never reproduce

You're getting high on the downlow

A victim of Cointelpro
You're wrong and will probably never know
"Cokie The Clown"
All the way from Palm Springs, just out of detox
Show him a warm welcome, let's get some applause
Greetings all, hello
Welcome to my show
I'm sure you'll have fun
Watching me juggle
8 balls at one time
I'm no fucking mime
I play practical jokes
This squirting flower
That wasn't flour
That blew up your nose
It's my special blend
Of Ex, Coke and K
You should be okay
In several hours
He's got oversized shoes, and ill fitting clothes
That is real blood dripping from his fake red nose
I'm Cokie the Clown
I will trip you down
Those 12 giant steps
I brought you all presents
Against good judgment
But being a good host
You all have been dosed
The kettle corns been laced
The fudge has been lined
You're having a great time
But you might not recall
From rohypnol
In the lemonade
Cokie homemade
He's the happiest clown with the biggest frown
He's Cokie the Clown
"72 Hookers"
They don't hate us, they just hate their lives
And desperate people learn to despise
The suicidal's don't want to coup

They don't want to blow up, they just want their 72

72 virgins can never stop a war
But a 100, 000 hookers can beat the Marine Corps
In stopping hatred, fighting will cease
When everyone is getting blow jobs
That's when we'll finally have world peace
How many million men have been killed in foreign wars?
We need to reinstate the draft, enlist a million whores
Start with the sororities and then all the spring breaks
Ship the girls gone wild to Afghanistan
They'll gladly blow the sheikhs
These holy wars aren't holy, it's not the military complex
Terrorists are 16 year old kids who were promised Jihad sex
Maybe if they could see a woman's face
They might not get onto that plane
With a bomb in their suitcase
72 virgins can never stop a war
But a 100, 000 hookers can beat the Marine Corps
In stopping violence, fighting will cease
When everyone is getting blow jobs
That's when we'll finally have world peace
I, Fatty"
Only 12 years old and already so alone
Left abandoned on a train
You've got a lot to
learn but you'll never learn
Powders can't get rid of all your pain
Chased by Keystone Cops through LA's endless backdrops
You became loved by the world
But the biggest star is gonna leave the biggest scar
On that pregnant tarnished girl
Fatty, Fatty
The world can turn pineapple upside down cake
Fatty, Fatty
After so many proud falls this is your proudest
Fatty, Fatty
Your friends will turn on you in a split second
Fatty, Fatty
There's no place for the fattest man to hide out

No Fun In Fundamentalism"
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun in Bible study class
There's no fun getting fucked in the ass by a priest
Unless your old and into that,
It's no Fun for a kid who is scared as shit
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun when praying on a mat
There's no fun being covered in black clothes in the desert
Unless you're Goth and into that,
But not if you're a woman who is treated like dog shit
There's no fun for fundamentalist
There's no fun for the poor capitalist
There's no fun for Regan in Exorcist
There's no fun
There's no fun
There's no fun in a theocracy
There's no fun unless you have a chosen people i.d.
Still then you got that God decree
And that's no fun for anyone
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun
Champs lyses (English Version)"
I was walking down the avenue and my hart wanted something unknown(new)
I felt like saying good day to anybody
To anybody and that was you, and I said something (anything)
It was enough to me to talk to you to make you mine
At Champs lyses, at Champs lyses
If it's raining or if sun is shining, if it's noon or midnight
You have anything you want at Champs lyses

You told me "I have a meeting in the basement with the fools
who live with guitars in their hands from evening till morning"
So I joined you, we sang and we danced
But we never even thought of kissing or hugging.
At Champs lyses, at Champs lyses
If it's raining or if sun is shining, if it's noon or midnight
You have anything you want at Champs lyses
The Shortest Pier"
(originally by Tony Sly)
Put my eyes
Where I can see
Where the soul
Used to be
I feel the walls
Closing in on me
Shut my mouth
I take it back
It's no way
For us to act
I missed the boat
But somehow sailed away
But that's okay
I'll have a talk
With this dive bar
On a long walk
Along the shortest pier
And watch it disappear
There's a hole
In my mind
Where the sun
Used to shine
Memories
In black and white
Cut me off
I've had enough
Infect the wound
And sew me up
No more words
Hmm, hmm, hmm
But that's okay
I'll have a talk

With this dive bar

On a long walk
Along the shortest pier
And watch it disappear
Along the shortest pier
And watch it disappear
Believe In Goddess"
I don't believe in God I believe in Goddess
I don't believe in prayer but I believe in worship
I don't believe in destiny but I can feel luck
I don't believe in people cuz they don't give a fuck
I can't like hypotheses I kinda dig laws
I kinda like defending causes and underdogs
I like theories of evolution and of design
I don't believe anything except for decline
I don't believe in finite I think there's an end
I don't want an afterlife I wanna transcend
I'm gonna do everything that I want to right here
I want a life peculiar and I want it severe