1. Linoleum
2. Leave It Alone
3. Dig
4. The Cause
5. Don't Call Me White
6. My Heart Is Yearning
7. Perfect Government
8. The Brews
9. The Quass
10. Dying Degree
11. Fleas
12. Lori Meyers
13. Jeff Wears Birkenstocks?
14. Punk Guy
15. Happy Guy
16. Reeko
17. Scavenger Type
Linoleum
Possessions never meant anything to me I'm not
crazy (Cause I got none) Well that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar
And a dog 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 of kleenex and lint
and holes Where everything important to me just seems to fall right down
my leg and on 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.
Leave It Alone
Breath ever 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 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 shake and beg for the bone Leave it alone DA NA
NA NA NA NA NA
Dig
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 down 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.
The Cause
It isn't for the money, no it isn't for the fun
It's a plan, a scam, a diagram It's for the benefit of everyone You gotta
have a little respect Subterranean ideals Traditional neglect Reflect on
how you think it would make 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 know is right And you feel what you can't ignore And you try so
hard to point the blame Ashamed what are we doing this for? The cause
we're just doing it for the cause.
Don't Call Me White
Don't call me white The connotations wearing my
nerves thin Could it be semantics generating the mess we're in? I
understand that language breeds stereotype But what's the explanation for
the malice, for the spite? Don't call me white I wasn't brought here,
I was born Circumcised, categorized, allegiance sworn Does this mean I
have to take such shit For being fairskinned? No! I ain't a
part of no conspiracy, I'm just you're average Joe Don't call me white
Represents everything I hate The soap shoved in the mouth to cleanse the
mind The vast majority of sheep A buttoned collar, starched and bleached
Constricting veins, the blood flow to the brain slows They're so fuckin'
ordinary white Don't call me white.
My Heart Is Yearning
For you, my heart was yearning, And how I love
you so, It's cause of you, my dick is burning It's dripping on my toe!
Perfect Government
Even if it's easy to be free What's your definition
of freedom? And who the 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 your
fuckin' finger You racist, you bigot But that's not the problem Now is
it? It's all about the money Political power is 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?
The Brews
Friday night we'll be drinkin' Manashevitz Goin'
out to terrorize goyem Stompin' shagitz, screwin' shicksas 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 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 Chutspah, we battle then we feast We
celebrate, we'll separate our milkplates from our meat.
The Quass
Dying Degree
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 - had you forgot? The rightful owner
of one deluxe cemetery plot Paisley satin lined how apprapoe What a better
way to go Dying degree, graying amie No more eating crumbs When my pension
finally comes Your kids want eat mush anymore 'round me Dying degree, graying
amie.
Fleas
My father used to say You sleep with dogs the next
day You'll wake in the bed scratching Those inevitable fleas At ten years
old You listen to what you are told But I never felt the itch I never would
My mother had forbidden me To waste away my life I want you to have all
the things I could never buy you So don't stop what I'd begun You're my
one, my 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
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 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 waitin' for no prince To save me in fact until
just now I was doin' 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 With 50K I'll make this year will go
anywhere I please Where's the problem?"
Jeff Wears Birkenstocks?
Don't wanna chill, don't wanna sit Don't wanna
hear no hippy shit Don't tell me I'm closing my mind Don't wanna groove,
don't wanna dig Don't wanna spend the day naked Don't like my music country
fried He's got a tie dyed Rancid shirt He wears his birkenstocks to work
Is he a 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 tie dyed Rancid
shirt He wears his birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk? No! Just
confused Jeff don't wear regular shoes.
Punk Guy
Crazier than GG, yet more PC than Ian Got colored
teeth like Johnny Exudes a Vicious disposition His hair sticks out like
Colins' did, he jumps Similar to Springa, yeah, he points his middle finga
Not just a singer in the band Voted biggest asshole and role model of the
year Got a face like 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 mother fucker I ever did see
Hell he was even more punk than me He should've been on the cover He should've
been on the cover He should've been on the cover of Punk and Disorderly.
Happy Guy
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 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 each other A sacrifice to benefit the all Don't try to judge
him, his theologian ideals His hopes may be false but his happiness is
real Don't try to judge him, he's just a man.
Reeko
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 the keg has been sucked
dry The cisco was emptied into the aquarium Where the fish all seem to
float the ex lax Lines the dog bowl The toilet's overflowed, we've had
our fun so 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 cast, 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 chevrolet We've come to see the end, we all made this bed Now we got
nowhere to lay, dies and gentlemen Try to understand.
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 a fifth of comfort As
the wind penetrates 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.