1. |
Ritalin Baby
03:10
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Knock em' back two at a time,
you'll be a zombie, be fine,
Prozac, Valium, Ritalins,
Keep em quiet and stop em' fiddiling,
Lobotomized via pills,
no mind no life, nothing else,
Keep the zombies slow and dumb,
They'll only ever give in!
I don't wanna be a Ritalin Baby,
I don't wanna, now way!
Drugs are bad, but Ritalins good,
Now be a good boy and go to school,
at work you're your bosses bitch,
Social protocol leaving you in a ditch,
Stoned until the day you die,
Incapable of thought or life,
you're standing there with a gun in hand,
ready to blow it all away!
I don't wanna be a Ritalin Baby,
I don't wanna, now way!
I don't wanna be a Ritalin Baby,
I don't wanna, now way!
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2. |
Gutterhead
01:54
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Another lackluster day,
my mind is blank,
nothing to do but sit around the house,
and fucking wank,
Boredom is ringing in my ears,
like a telephone,
the epitome of depression,
I am all alone!
My head is in the gutter!
(Gutterhead!)
The room is filling with smoke,
I am starting to choke,
was that an analogy, of an analogy,
for no hope,
the television seems so,
far away,
I'll be here, I'll be here
All fucking day!
My head is in the gutter!
(Gutterhead!)
My head is in the gutter!
(Gutterhead!)
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3. |
Intoxicated
02:20
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Am I drunk or am I high?
Doesn't matter I'm totally blind!
Everyone in the room is passing me by,
just leave me where I fall to die!
I'm intoxicated again,
it happens now and then,
intoxicated again,
it happens now and then,
my girlfriend won't understand.
Rains coming through holes the roof,
we're all gonna drown, I'm screwed.
I wake up, I'm in bed,
The blender wants me dead!
I'm intoxicated again
it happens now and then,
intoxicated again,
it happens now and then,
my girlfriend won't understand.
I'm intoxicated again
it happens now and then,
intoxicated again,
it happens now and then,
my girlfriend won't understand.
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4. |
Untitled
02:07
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Mummy's little rebels every fucking where,
Misfits, Ramones, Pistols shirts, Designer hair,
they've never spent a night out on the streets,
but they think they're king of the streets
They don't even know they're bands,
Just wanna wear brands,
little sycophatns,
make me sick,
but when Mummy and Daddy,
drop the money,
they're all,
up in it!
They always bring backup to a fight,
if you rip their clothes Mummy drops so its alright,
they think they're edgy, clever and unique,
but all their clothes are bought from a high class boutique
They don't even know they're bands,
Just wanna wear brands,
little sycophatns,
make me sick,
but when Mummy and Daddy,
drop the money,
they're all,
up in it!
They don't even know they're bands,
Just wanna wear brands,
little sycophatns,
make me sick,
but when Mummy and Daddy,
drop the money,
they're all,
up in it!
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5. |
No Future
02:47
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Work hard son, and you'll go far,
you'll be a rich one, job, home and car,
your life's already planned out, your future,
thats no fucking future!
No Future! x4
I've got a dead end job, ha I'm going far,
one of the middle children of history, advertisings got me chasing cars,
the hypocrisy of life is getting to me,
I just want to fucking die
No Future! x4
We've got no future,
no fucking hope x4
The middle children of history,
we've got no future
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6. |
Whiskey
02:34
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Hitting the streets on a freezing winters dusk,
Apathy or Cowardice has gotten the better of me; I don't give a fuck,
Like a shot of whiskey; I'm burning up against the sky,
Up in the sky looking down as everyone lies,
The innocuous crime of theft has gotten the best of me,
A no good thief is what I'm destined to be,
Standing at the station on the platform I desire,
The whiskey is burning through me like wildfire
Another shot of whiskey!
Whiskey ruminations!
18, hating, celebrating, masturbating
used up, deflating,
end of the rope when its all just begun,
a holiday in a concentration camp in the sun,
What is the question if war is the answer,
politicians, cops, gods, a social cancer,
gimme chemo, gimme drugs,
burning out the world, just for fun
Another shot of whiskey!
Whiskey ruminations!
Hitting the streets on a freezing winters dusk,
Apathy or Cowardice has gotten the better of me; I don't give a fuck,
Like a shot of whiskey; I'm burning up against the sky,
Up in the sky looking down as everyone lies
Another shot of whiskey!
Whiskey ruminations!
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7. |
Lucky She's 13
01:38
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*This song is meant to make fun of rednecks, don't be a fuck stick and get offended*
Nail my sister in the back of a pickup truck,
I'm here daddy, uncle, I don't give a fuck,
I'm 15, 15, 15,
Lucky she's...
13
13
13
13
13
13
13
13
13
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