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to previous pagePosessions never meant anything to me. I`m not crazy. We`ll that`s not true I`ve got a bed and a guitar and
a dog who named dog who pisses on my floor. That`s right I`ve got a floor.So what? So what? So what?
I`ve got pockets full kleenex and lint and hole. Where everythingimportant to me just seems to fall right
down my leg. And I`m on the floor.My closest friend, Linoleum. Linoleum.
Supports my head, gives something to believe. That`s me on the beachside combing the sand. Metal meter
in my hand. Sporting pocket full of change. That`s me on 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.
Breath, ever so soft. We wouldn`t wanna break the eggs as we walk. Never alone.Cautious afraid. I hear
the voice of reason of the P.A.Leave it alone, follow the grain. We couldn`t stop the irresistible force.
Leave it same, change with leaves. Bringing in the sheaves,bringing in the old. Leave it alone.
Da na na na na na na Da na na na na na na. Da na na na na na na.
Breath, ever so slight. we couldn`t take away your God given right. Leave it alone, heel and stay.
Roll over and beg for the bone. Leave it alone.
Da na na na na na na Da na na na na na na. Da na na na na na na.
Rationalize values it's so easy to succeed. Keeping your eyes on the prize excess. Camped
outside Laissez Faire. People understand me there Don't talk to me we'll get along just fine. Blowin'
out your mores. Henry Ford tradition preys on Idle minds left the emergency brake on too long
Underneath the city lies the ruins of mankind. The excavation was a financial success with artifacts of gold.
The arrowheads went straight to the Smithsonian The rest was melted doen and sold. Substantial gains.
Minimal losses are tolerable. As long as the machine keeps
running fine.Cannibals.Functioning on Pheromones rational thought lost to instinctual.
It isn`t for the money, no it isn`t for the fun. It`s a plan, a scam, a diagram.It`s benefit of everyone. You
gotta have a little respect. Subterranean ideals. Traditional neglect. Reflect on how you think it would you feel.
The Cause we`re just doing it for the Cause.
No it isn`t for the fortune, it isn`t for the fame. It`s a scheme, a dream, a barterine. We want everyone to
think the same. Because you know what you feel is right and feel what you can`t ignore. And you so hard
to point the blame.Ashamed what do we do this for.
The Cause we`re just doing it for the Cause. The Cause we`re just doing it for the Cause.
How big. You`re raise. Don´t trust. Think twice. what do we this for?
The Cause we`re just doing it for the Cause. The Cause we`re just doing it for the Cause.
Don`t call me white. Don`t call me white. Don`t call me white. Don`t call me white.
The connotations wearing my nerves thin.Could it be sematics generating the mess we`re in? I understand t
he language breeds stereotype. But what`s the explanation for the Malice, for the spite?
Don`t call me white. Don`t call me white. Don`t call me white. Don`t call me white.
I wasn`t brought here, I was born. Circumsized, categorized, allegiance sworn. Does this mean I have to
take such shit. For being fair skinned? No!I ain`t a part of no conspiracy, i`m just you`re average Joe.
Don`t call me white. Don`t call me white. Don`t call me white. Don`t call me white.
Represent everything I hate. The Soap shoved in mouth to clease the mind. The Vast majority ofsheep. A
buttoned collar, starched and bleached. Constricting veins, the Blood flow to the brains slows. they`re so
fucking ordinary white
Don`t call me white. Don`t call me white.
Oh, we`re better off this way? Oh, say what you`re gonna say. So go ahead label me an asshole.`cause I
can accept responsibility for what I`ve done. But not for who I am.
Don`t call me white. Don`t call me white. Don`t call me white. Don`t call me white.
Of you my heart was yearning. And how I love so. It´s from you my deepest fearning. It´s drillin´ of my heart.
Even if it´s easyto be free. What´s your definition of freedom? And who fuck are you, anyway?
Who The Fuck are they? Who The Fuck am I to say? What The Fuck is really going on?
How did The Cat get so fat?
Why does The Family die? Do you care why? `Cause there hasn`t been a sign of anything gettin` better in
The Ghetto.
People`s fed up, but when they get up. you point you`re fuckin` finger. you racist, you bigot, but that´s not
The Problem.Now is it? It`s all about The Money. Political power takin protecting The Rich denying The Poor.
Yeah, they love to watch The War from The White house. And I wonder. How can they sleep at night?
How can they sleep at night? How did The Cat get so fat? How did The Cat get so fat? How did The
Cat get so fat?How did The Cat get so fat?
Friday night we`ll be drikin manshevitz. Goin out terrorize goyem. Stompin shagitz; screwin schicksas. As
long as we`re home by Saturday mornin.
Cause hey, We`re the brews. Sportin anti swastika tattoos. Oi, oi we`re the boys. Orthodox, hesidic, O.G ois.
Orthopedic, Dr.martins good for waffle making , kickin through the shin. Reputation, gained
through intimidation. Pacifism no longer tradition.
Cause hey, We`re the brews. Sportin anti swastika tattoos. Oi, oi we`re the BrewsThe fairfax ghetto
boys skinheaded jews.
We got the might, psycho mashuganas. We can`t lose the fight, as we are the chosen ones. Chutspah,
we battle then we feast. We celebrate, We`ll separate our milkplates from our milk.
Oi, oi we`re the Brews. Sportin anti swastika tattooes.Oi, oi we´re the Boys orthodox, hesidic, O.G ois.
(come on you schmuks. One time for herself)
we`re the Brews. Sportin anti swastika tattooes.Oi, oi we´re the Boys orthodox, hesidic, O.G ois. Oi, oi we`re
the Brews. Sportin anti swastika tattooes.Oi, oi we´re the Boys orthodox, hesidic, O.G ois.
Quuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Dresser drawers are filled with pocket change. Coupons cut, cigarettes smoked down to the butt, is
this what dreams are made of?
Adding up subtracting down you find yourself sucking the rind.
Dying degree, graying amie.
Final payment made-have you forgot? The rightful owner of one deluxe cementary plot. Paisley satin lined
how apprapoe. What a better way to go.
Dying degree, graying amie.
No more eating crums. When my pension finally comes. You kids won`t eat mush anymore `round me.
Dying degree, graying amie.
My father used to say. You sleep with dogs the next day. You`ll wake in the bed scrathing those inevitable
fleas. At ten years old. You listen to what you`re told, but I never felt the itch. I never would.
My mother had forbidden me to waste away my life. I want to have all he things. I could never buy you.
So don`t stop what I`d begun. You`re my one only son. Follow what I say not what I`ve done.
Follow what I say not what I`ve done. Shower, scrub, and shave. Cleanly boys don`t misbehave.Follow what
I say not what I`ve done.
Lori Meyers used to live upstairs. Our parents had been friends for years. Almost every afternoon we`d
play forbidden games. At nine yers old there`s no such thing as shame. It wasn`t recognition of her face,
what brought me back was familiar Mark. As it flashed across the screen. I brought some magazines,
some videotaped scenes incriminating act I felt that I could save her.
Who are you to tell me how to live my life? 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 infact. Until just now I was doin` just fine and on and on.
I know what degradation feels like. I felt on the floor at the factory where I worked long before, I took
control. Mow answer to me.The 50k I makethis year will go anywhere I please. Where`s the problem.
Don`t wanna chill, don`t wanna sit. Don`t hear no hippy shit. Don`t tell me I`ve closed in my mind. Don`t
wanna groove, don`t wanna dig. Don`t wanna spent the day naked. Don`t like my music country friend.
He`s got a dyed Rancid shirt. He wears birkenstocks to work. Is he jerk? NO! Just confused. Jeff don`t
wear regular shoes.
Fat Mike I gotta let you know. It`s not the tunes, it`s their live show and all the people you get to meet. Plenty
of good vibes and decent drugs.Stinky people give you hugs. Walk around in your bare feet.
He`s got a dyed Rancid shirt. He wears birkenstocks to work. Is he jerk? NO! Just confused. Jeff don`t
wear regular shoes.
Crazier than GG, yet more PC than Ian. Got colored teeth like Johnny. Excudes a vicious disposition. His
hair stinks out like Colins did, he jumps. Similar to springa, he points his middle finga. Not just a singer in
the band. Voted biggest asshole and role model of the year.Got a face Charles Bronson. Straight outta Green
Bay Wisconsin. Not just a singer in the band.He`ll puke on you, he`ll fuck your mom, he`ll smoke while huffing
gas. He was the punkest motherfucker I did see. (Hell he was more punk than me).
He should be on the cover. He should be on the cover. He should be on the cover of punk and disorderly volume II.
He's just a man getting through life the best he can. He's a not a scientist, he programs a computer. Before that
he sold cars to pay a student loan now he receives pity .From his family - his friends say how could he .Turn
his back on reason worshipping .A God finding truth through fear and mind control. He's just a man trying
to explain how he found the word of God could make his life seem less insane. So he shares what he's read,
what he understands, it makes sense to him, it makes perfect sense to him, in fact.He's never seen the world
so clearly Turned his back on free will - has he lost his mind? He'd rather kneel down than take charge of his
life And he knows what people think, but it doesn't sway him. He can read the writings on the wall .'Cause
he knows how people treat, how they treat eachother. A sacrifice to benefit the all Don't try to judge him,
his theological ideas.His hopes may be false but his happiness is real. Don't try to judge him, he's just a man
Reeko, try to understand, it really is that bad. it won`t just go away, the party`s over. It`s past two O`Clock,
so it`s about time we stopped,`cause I see thekeg has been sucked dry.
The cisco was emtied into aquarium. Where fish all seem to play. The ex lax lines dog bowl. The toilets over,
we`ve had our fun. Now there`s nothing left to damage. We got no place left to go.
Mr president please understand it really is that bad, it won't just go away, it's just beginning. The ballots
have been passed. We make like seaward rats leave this sinking ship. - Leave and not look back the things
we never tried to disallow. Have come back to haunt us now with apple pie and chevorlet. We've come to see
the end we all made this bed now. We've got nowhere to lay ladies and gentlemen try to understand.
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 a fifth of comfort. As the Wind pentrates his bones.
His mind keeps 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.