1. Face The Clock
2. Too P.C.
3. Hard Enough
4. Fuk The Vote
5. Runaway
6. Dwindle
7. Ain't No Fun
8. Never Was
9. You Don't Fool Me
10. Ripperside
11. Ease Up
12. Holding Cell
13. The Sickness
14. Lurker
15. Start Over
16. I Like Drugs
17. Mixed Up
18. Drinking In The Streets
Face The Clock
its another hectic day and you can't find time
to be yourself. frustrations on its way. and now its time to
face the clock. control has got a hold of you and now it won't let
go. your mind is moving fast. your body moving slow.
you've got so much to prove in oh so little time. it's kinda funny
how you work yourself away. you look so bad i ask you if you're feeling
fine. you just lie to yourself and say that you're okay. now
you gotta face the clock. you got no sleep last night and you look
like shit again. you got no time for fun. is it ever gonna
end? punch in, punch out. its the same thing everyday.
your faking happiness, but you don't wanna live that way. you've
got so much to prove in oh so little time. it's kinda funny how you
work yourself away. you look so bad i ask you if you're feeling fine.
you just lie to yourself and say that you're okay. cause now you
gotta face the clock yeah!
Too P.C.
you know sometimes i think i make a difference
contributing to improving our existence. i try to live ideally.
i guess i'm too p.c. you can call me politically incorrect.
you don't fuckin' care so why are you upset? just wallow in your
apathy. i guess i'm too p.c. you can do what you wanna do.
it's p.c. don't wallow in your apathy. you can do what you
wanna do. it's p.c. it's all about individuality. i don't
like corporate america. their bullshit don't sell well with me.
this country ain't no democracy. but pete will blast being p.c.
i wanna save the ozone layer. wanna kick back smokin' pot with my
neighbor. i wanna land of real opportunity. thats what p.c.
means to me.
Hard Enough
every now and then i wish i could change things.
i try to rearrange things. but i found out that it ain't easy.
especially when no one believes me... it's hard enough the way i'm
livin'. it's hard enough to be givin'. all my life i had to
put up with this bad luck that i've experiance a thousand times.
and all day long the world's on my shoulders. i sing this song and
get older and older... it's hard enough the way i'm livin'.
it's hard enough to be givin'. i'm trying to make a difference.
sometimes i think it don't matter. i sing this song and get fatter
and fatter. and don't even think about tomorrow. i just live
off the money i borrow... it's hard enough the way i'm livin'.
it's hard enough to be givin' something to someone when i can't get it
myself. i fell off my skateboard and that was the last thing i felt.
what's the difference i ask myself all the time. i'll make the difference
for a second, when the minute is mine. i'm trying...
Fuk The Vote
four more years have come and gone. it's
time to play that game. mark your ballot and cross your fingers cause
in the end its all the same. two different parties... the same old
shit bombarding my tv. i can't help but wonder is this fucking democracy?
every election we play again only to fucking lose. to the greedy
spineless assholes we just blindly choose. do you believe these lying
bastards? they just fuck us in the end. this country's ours...
let's take it back. together i know we can. just don't vote...
for newt, or bill, or ross. i won't vote for someone i don't trust.
don't vote... the joke just isn't funny. boycott the vote... it's
all about lies and money. you can choose a cia killer or wannabe
republican. neo-conservatives rule the world. no one left to
take a stand. fuck the mtv "rock the votes". it's time to take
our stand. this country's ours... lets take it back. together
i know we can. so don't vote... for a facist billionaire. i
won't vote... it goes to show i care. don't vote... the joke just
isn't funny. boycott the vote. it's all about fucking money.
Runaway
the world's too big for me. keeps growing
everyday. there's just no room for me. i think i'll runaway.
what's with all this fucking competition? we place ourselves in catagories
and divisions. it seems to me we all have to play the game.
it's always the fucking same. i think i'll runaway... somewhere far
away. i think i'll runaway... can't take another day. corporations
are taking over. we can't let that happen. but you just stand
there like a stupid shit. tell me how were supposed to stand together?
understand we're self-destructing bit by bit. i think i'll runaway...
somewhere far away. i think i'll runaway... can't take another day.
theres nothing negative about it. we all feel the same sometimes.
unity... i really doubt it. i'm gonna runaway from it all this time...
Dwindle
theres nothing civil about civilization.
so fuck your righteous hype. i've had a long day. i gotta full
time of questions. i'm not a product of your type. we're all
going nowhere... that's fine with me. i'm not afraid to stop this
class race that's set to be. no, i won't blindly follow, no war has
not been won. our destruction has just begun. you can fight
the swindle, or humanity will dwindle. our destruction has just begun.
you can hide your pride and split, or show you give a shit. cause
our destruction has just begun. now isn't it strange how we're running
out of excuses. finger pointing keeps you in persistence. don't
you know were humanity's misusage? community is the key in resistence.
we're all going nowhere... that's fine with me. i'm not afraid to
stop this class race that's set to be. no, i won't blindly follow,
no war has not been won. our destruction has just begun. you
can fight the swindle, or humanity will dwindle. our destruction
has just begun. you can hide your pride and split, or show you give
a shit. cause our destruction has just begun. your gotta give
a fuck to change what's fucked or we'll turn to shit. we're gonna
dwindle. we're gonna turn to shit.
Ain't No Fun
ain't no fun. i'm bored as fuck and just
ran out of brew. let's go do a beer run. angel lead the crew.
that sounds more like fun to me. ain't no fun. there phony
bends are everywhere i look. let's burn the corporate system and
take back what they took. that sounds more like fun to me.
ain't no fun. i went downtown and broke my fuckin' board. i'm
gonna gank one next time i hit up that fucking store. that sounds
more like fun to me.
Never Was
mom says its time to grow up. yeah right,
i'm gonna take my time. my ideas always blow up. i'm gonna
fight this fucked up, struauned way of life. i gotta be twice my
age in these young years of my prime. i'm now at the age where i've
got to prove that i'm as good as i never was. as good as i never
was... to be a boring everyday conformist. never once seemed
all that fun to me. the government wants me on their death list.
fuck the armed forces. i'm drinkin' dos equis. don't wanna
be a henry rollins rock star, cop or buyer. that i'm as good as i
never was. as i never was... it's time for me to prove something
but i don't know what...
You Don't Fool Me
Ripperside
hey you no yo city. i heard you're ahead
by far. me i've never been there, but i read my mrr. someday
when i get the chance i'll check out your place. don't mean to disappoint
yout punker friends. its ripperside in your face! hey you east
bay punkers, hangin' out on gilman st. i know that its the place
to be. some say it can't be beat. i just wanna let you know
about another place. its called yo' mama's. you'll find out
its ripperside in your face! all you hardcore cities, that make this
punk scene great. ripperside is young and growin'. just wanna
let you know. so when a band comes to your town and you ask 'em "what's
your name?" if they say falling sickness then you'll know its ripperside
in your fuckin' face!
Ease Up
i used to always question my abilities. now
they always seem to question me. i was always limited to my insecurities
till my independence set them free. spent all my time analizing my
indifference. sometimes frustration gets the best of me. don't
wanna sit around with mixed up feelings. just ease up and use my
energy. inspiration picks me up and keeps me goin'. releases
tensions thats lodged in my mind. situations find myself controlling.
unconscious energy making everything blind. i've spent all my time
analizing my indifference. sometimes frustration gets the best of
me. don't wanna sit around with mixed up feelings. just ease
up and use them through my energy.
Holding Cell
i don't remember how i got here. it seems
so long ago. i tried to make a difference in a world so fucking cold.
i thought i was really different. but i'm just like everyone else.
i've fallen in an iron trap. walls built with my own hands.
it's my holding cell. my prison of apathy. it's my holding
cell. the walls between you and me. i was angry for so long.
i can't remember why. i thought if i could change things i would
finally be free. its all fool's gold that catch-22 crap. nobody
ever gave a fuck and now i've falling in this trap. it's my holding
cell. my prison of apathy. it's my holding cell. the
walls between you and me. maybe i try too hard. deep down i
still believe in people. if we could only bail our species out.
but my cynicism still remains...
The Sickness
here comes sickness. falling sickness.
four rude punx from ripperside, ca. we got the ska that'll knock
ya on your ass and leave ya with nothing to say. and all you nazis
and straight x fuckheads. fuck you and your organized position vs.
ripperside punx. won't take your shit cause we're drunk and on a
race mixin' mission. here comes the sickness. with clinch fists,
but no black eyes. do what the fuck we want. ripperside will
rise. no we're not in the pit to join your violent outrage.
we're here to escape this time. here come sickness. falling
sickness. we got clout and didn't have to sellout. we'll keep
on fighting. always striving. you nazis better fucking get
the hell out. fuck you rude boys with no sense of humor and your
organized positions vs. ripperside punx. won't take your shit cause
we're drunk and on a race mixin' mission. here comes the sickness.
with clinch fists, but no black eyes. do what the fuck we want.
ripperside will rise. no we're not in the pit to join your violent
outrage. we're here to escape this time. here come sickness!
Lurker
i don't want to see you around here anymore.
i'm tired of hearing how much you've scored. you're no fucking different
because of that beeper. you swear you're not hooked. you sink
even deeper. you've been up all week and still crawling for more.
you've picked at your face. it's full of fresh sores. you're
so fucking dumb but you just don't see it. you open your mouth.
you're so full of shit. there's speed all over the wigger filled
town. a new flend every minute 2 1/16 oz. abounds. what a disgusting
life must you want to lead. to make speed the stupore of your every
day needs. lurker... a wired buffoon is all you'll be. lurker...
a tweakhead, a dumb fucking fiend. lurker... a wired buffoon is all
you'll be. lurker. i don't want to see you around here anymore.
i'm tired of hearing how much you've scored. i know your kind cause
i've been there before. i know you won't quit, you're a tweak to
the coke. go on forever with your sleepless death. you're young
not forever with each gasping breath. you get more sunken in with
every day. you lurker... you fuckhead... someday you'll pay.
Start Over
when this fucked up world seems sober now.
and frustration seems to get the best of me. when life's crowded
but no ones around. and the street lights the only light you see.
once again i felt the tension that i felt too many times at fucked up shows.
i always thought punk was for social change but that's old news.
now no one seems to know. at times this whole thing seems pointless.
but never will i dwell in my despair. "that's where the moneys at"
claims to be the reason. but i got something different i gotta share.
start over. fuck your lip service. fuck your fashion.
it all means nothing. fuck your phony case. i see right through
it. it all means nothing. start over.
I Like Drugs
i need a joint before my next class. but
if i come in stoned they get all over my ass. yesterday i went to
school dusted. everyone tells me that i will soon be busted.
cause i like drugs. they get me high. i like drugs. don't
ask me why. people tell me that i'm a born loser. a fool, a
disgraceful drug abuser. they say that i'm a lost and lowly child.
when i turn 19 just watch me run wild. cause i like drugs.
they get me high. i like drugs. don't ask me why. don't
ask me why.
Mixed Up (this song was originally written by
Israel but twisted and revised by gabe over the years)
i did a line and i can't go to sleep. mind
is running herd body's feeling weak. two weeks straight i'm up all
night. my state of rest is blowin' around like a kite. i've
been feeling down for so long. i can't figure out what the fuck is
wrong. is it them or is it me. man, i know its got to be somebody.
i got there mixed up feelings. here i am. it's another sleepless
night. scrutinze my feelings. it don't seem very bright.
in a dark tunnel with no way out. feelings run around they make me
wanna shout. light comes through the window and sun relieves my fright.
again the day has saved me, just wait till tonight.
Drinking In The Streets
we'll be drinkin' in the streets tonight.
this fucked up world is gonna be alright. its another day to drink.
i'm just a ripperside punk trying in this fucked up world. i live
in it, don't mean i get no class. so fuck your mom right up her ass.
cause i don't give a fuck as long as i'm drinkin'. "i gotta get drunk
before the day begins. before my mother starts bitchin' about my
friends." cause we'll be drinkin' in the streets. i drink most
every night to get drunk. to avoid having to give a fuck. cause
i hate being sober. got to spirits super store. get a case
of oly maybe more. cause i don't give a shit as long as i'm drinkin'.
"i gotta get drunk before the day begins. before my mother starts
bitchin' about my friends." cause we'll be drinkin' in the streets.
its always the same thing. call up the boys. indulge in my
only favorite ja. fucking up the streets in my neighborhood.
got to spirits super store. get a case of oly maybe more. cause
i don't give a shit as long as i'm drinkin'.