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to previous pageIndiscriminate 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 apperently 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 ain`t your fuckin`industry.
Everybody needs some time away. Just stuck in the k-hole again. An 18 hours holiday. Just stuck in the
k-hole again, just once again.
Mrs. Kitty Ketamine your perseverance may outlast my ambition to go home. Infatuation with your dark
side I obey forbiddenpleasures, I have grown to loathe/love.
Somewhere between Eden and North Utopia. Somewhere between beneath the Astral plain I´ve taken
residence on syvaritic soil.
You won`t be seeing me again. You won`t be seeing me again. Dropping crumbs and flying thumbs
won`t help me get back home.
The home is where the heart is, I`ve been told `cause I promised my heart to her. She cooked it medium
well then proceded to
swallow it whole. It may sound good to you. It may sound oh so wrong. Just stuck in the k-hole again.
Winter`s broken, summer`s gone. Just stuck in the k-hole again. Just once again.
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. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Murder the
goverment. Murder the goverment. Murder the goverment. Murder the goverment. Murder the
goverment.
I take her to the aquarium, she says shark. I take her to the planetarium, she says dark. I take her
to seaside where she likes to spinand twirl. She says sure and cool and yeah. She`s my monosylabic girl.
I take her to the university, she says huh. I take her to our anniversary, she says one. I take her
to jewelry store, I say diamond, she says pearl. Oh everyone knows I`m love with my monosylabic girl.
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 justthat 180 degrees.
The great thing about bein` a human the ability to reason. But reasoning don`t work when no once
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 t
he conscience breath. One quick twist, just 180 degrees.
Yeah, I now 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 of way.
Billy Cobin lost it all. We knew he would eventually. Some wonder why he took the fall. Others just
ask who the hell is he. And why should we care for him. A baggy man with baggy clothes. A face
made of paper mache. He lost his humor years ago. Along with his planted beneath his shoulders.
Kill the pain, integrity don't keep you warm and sane. Don't throw me out with thebath water.
Don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me.
Billy Cobin had a time. Billy Cobin had a place. Following his fifteen minute climb. Billy took a
seven second leap a cannonball plunge off the dead.
Kill the pain, integrity don't keep you warm and sane. Don't throw me out with thebath water.
Don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me. Anyone who would wanna know me.
Anyone who would wanna know me. Anyone who would wanna know me. Na na na naa.
I'm not insane, I'm not bummed out. I got no one to blame, nothing to change. I got no evil to fight.
One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst. Society don't bother me and there's something wrong with
that. So I'm off to Pakistan, learnthe laws of islam fundamentalism, forget that rock-n-roll.
No cigarette, no drink, in fact it's difficult to think about getting laid whenyou don't even see her
face. I´m not insane.I'm not insane, I'm not liquored. I got nothin' to do, nothin' to lose. I gotno place
to call home.One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst. Society don't bother me and there's s
omething wrong with that. Next stop Mongolia don't getto golf or fuck or bowl with 'ya. Throw
out that handicap. No stepping out, till spring, in fact it's difficult to sing, when it's 20 belowand that's
during the day. I'm not insane.
You better watch out, you better not cry. You better put out records D.I.Y.Cause it`s not what you
done it`s what you been and if you fuck up I`m telling Tim. Take you book of your own life part six.
You won't play again at ABC. You're gonna get ostracizedjust Lawrence. When I'm telling Tim
I'm telling Tim.
Je me baldais sur l'avenue le coeur 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-Elysees, aux Champs-Elysees au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit, Il ya tout que
vous voulez aux Champs-Elysees
Tu m'a dit "J'ai rendez-vous dans un sous-sol avec des fous, qui vivent la guitar a la main, du soir
a matin". Alors je t'ai accompagnee, on a chante, on a danse et l'on n'a meme pas pense a s'embrasser
Aux Champs-Elysees, aux Champs-Elysees au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit, Il ya tout que
vous voulez aux Champs-Elysees
Hier soir deux inconnus et ce matin sur l'avenue, deux amoureux tout etourdis par la longue nuit.
Et le l'Etoile a la Concorde, un orchestre a mille chordes, tous les oiseaux du point du jour,
chantent l'armour
Aux Champs-Elysees, aux Champs-Elysees au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit, Il ya tout que
vous voulez aux Champs-Elysees
Don't believe a word your grandfather says. He's been classifield grade psycotik. You can see it from
the hole in his head. A saner manwould have used a bigger gun.
Degeneration ah, ah, aah. The lunatic clause was written for you.
The story spoken is a story unheard. By you so listen cause it's unbelievable. A certain trait has
passed while centuries turned. This certain trait has been a family tradition.
Degeneration ah, ah, aah. The lunatic clause was written for you.
No simple way to tell you son. We share the same red tainted blood. I'm gonna kill me, you're gonna
kill you. Killing you.
Don't believe a word your grandfather says. Don't believe a word your grandfather says. Don't believe
a word your grandfather says.He's a psycotik, grade a psycotik.
Degeneration ah, ah, aah. The lunatic clause was written for you.
"Kill rock stars" how ironic, Kathleen you've been crowded the newest queen. Kinda like the punk rock.
Gloria Steinham you can'tchange the world by hating men. Can't change the world by hating men.
Just cause I don't know the reason why you're so pissed. Don't dare tag me mysoginist. I thought
the goal here was mutual respect.Not constructing a separate sect. I wish I could have seem Courtney.
Demonstrate some real mysoginy. Can't change the world by hating men.
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe. Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe.
Because there's never gonna be enough space. So eat the meek, enjoy the waste. It's always gonna
be delicacy. Lick your chops and eat the meek.
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe.Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe.
The factory mass producting fear, bottled, capped, distributed near and far. Sold for a reasonable
price and the people, they loved it,they feed it. Brush with it, bathe with it, breathe it. Inject it direct
to the blood. It seems to replacing love.
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe.Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe.
Because there always gonna be token truth. Forgotten code. Discarded youth. You know there's
always gonna be pedigree. One ownthe air one pay to breathe.
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe.Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe.
Trip down the stairs into hell. Cathday De I miss your smell. A mixture of puke, beer, stale piss, fuck,
sweat and fear. Adrenaline addicted, the blood leak from my head. Kinda concerned my friends,
but at the time it felt so right. The music blaring on, now that
desperation's gone. The desperation's gone (the song the same).
Turn, tune the knob k-go. Some alterna radio. Stratetic marketing hype, media stereotype.
Has our music been castrated? yes. To youit may sound good. To me it sound all wrong.
The notes and chords sound similar. The same forbidden beat, but the desperation's gone
The desperation's gone (the song the same). The desperation's gone (the song the same).
The desperation's gone (the song the same).
It's funny how nothing seems much anymore to me. Now that I quit the drink 'cause soberness, it
might be what I need, but it's certainly how I wanna be.
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me.
Consuquence never had anytime to think, about what coulda, shoulda, happen to me.
The common sense. My parents said I didn't haveany, but now look whose got the dough.
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me.
No longer born to lose. Put away my party shoes. Missin' the alcohol. Don't feel goin' out nothing
worth singin' about. Missin' the alcohol. Without tonic n-gin. Without no vicodin.
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me. Nothing seems much fun anymore to me. Nothing seems much
fun anymore to me. Nothing seems much fun anymore to me.
Blast oxygen masks, smoke filled cabin. Depressurize, don't be afraid, hold on to me. We're going
down, but not our love.
Death don't seem so bad, when I'm with you. My only love, so close your eyes. Kiss me one last
time, we're gonna die, but not our love, not our love.