1. It's My Job To Keep Punk Rock Elite
2. Kids Of The K-Hole
3. Murder The Government
4. Monosyllabic Girl
5. 180 Degrees
6. All His Suits Are Torn
7. All Outta Angst
8. I'm Telling Tim
9. Champs Élysées
10. Dad's Bad News
11. Kill Rock Stars
12. Eat The Meek
13. The Desperation's Gone
14. Flossing A Dead Horse (Instrumental)
15. Quart In Session
16. Falling In Love
It's My Job To Keep Punk Rock Elite
Indiscriminate I'd rather be elite I'll choose
my own shit scene Unsubstantiated rumors flown are true Nonconglumurate
I mean what I say I'm not your fucking scape Goat apparently 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 music ain't your fuckin' industry.
Kids Of The K-Hole
Everybody needs some time away Just stuck in the
k-hole again An 18 hour 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 Forbidden pleasures, I have
grown to loathe/love Somewhere between the eden and north utopia Somewhere
beneath the astral plain I've taken residence on sybaritic 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 meduium 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.
Murder The Government
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 I wanna pay the lobbyists
to kill themselves I wanna dose the DEA I wanna join the CIA (not really)
It just seems so fucking easy to make this Country a better place to live.
Illegalize guns and lobbying (Jail murderers and extortionists)... Legalize
drugs and prostitution (Free salesmen and saleswomen)... Murder the government
Murder the government Murder the government And then do it again yeah Murder
the government Murder the government Murder the government and then Murder
the government.
Monosyllabic Girl
I take her to the aquarium, she says shark I take
her to the planetarium, she says dark I take her to the seaside Where she
likes to spin and 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 anniversary,
she says one I take her to jewelry store I say diamonds, she says pearl
Oh everyone knows I'm in love and yeah With a monosylabic girl.
180 Degrees
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
just that 180 degrees The great thing about bein' a human The ability to
reason But reasoning don't work when no one 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 the conscience breath One quick twist, just
180 degrees Yeah, I now know 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 away.
All His Suits Are Torn
Billy Cobin lost it all We knew he would eventually
Some wonders 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 molars His
head planted beneath his shoulders Kill the pain, integrity don't keep
you warm and sane Don't throw me out with the bath 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 deep.
All Outta Angst
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, learn the laws of islam Fundamentalism,
forget that rock 'n' roll No cigarette, no drink, in fact It's difficult
to think about getting laid When you don't even get to see her face I'm
not insane I'm not insane, I'm not liquored I got nothin' to do, nothin'
to lose I got no place to call home One thing's for sure, I'm all outta
angst Society don't bother me, there's something wrong with that Next step
Mongolia Don't get to 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 below And that's during the day I'm not insane.
I'm Telling Tim
You better watch out you better not cry You better
put out records D.I.Y. Cause it's not what you've done it's what you've
been If you fuck up I'm telling Tim Take you out of book your own life
part six You won't play again at abc You're gonna get ostracized like Lawrence
When I tell Tim I'm telling Tim I'm telling Tim I'm telling Tim.
Champs Élysées
Je m'baladais sur l'avenue, le coeur ouvert a l'inconnu.
J'a vais 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-Élysées, aux Champs-Élysées Au soleil,
sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit, Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysées
Tu m'as dit "J'ai rendez-vous dans un sous-sol avec des fous, Qui vivent
la guitare a la main, du soir au matin". Alors je t'ai accompagnée,
on a chanté, on a dansé Et l'on n'a même pas pensé
-- a s'embrasser Aux Champs-Élysées, aux Champs-Élysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit, Il y a tout ce que vous voulez
aux Champs-Élysées.
Dad's Bad News
Don't believe a word your grandfather says He's
been classified grade a psycotik You can see it from the hole in his head
A saner man would have used a bigger gun Degeneration ah ah ah ah ah 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
while centuries turned This certain trait has been a family tradition 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 psycotic.
Kill Rock Stars
"Kill the rockstars" how ironic, Kathleen You've
been crowned the newest queen Kinda like the punk rock Gloria Steinham
You can't change the world by blaming men Can't change the world by hating
men Just cause I don't know the reason 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 seen Courtney Demonstrate some real
mysoginy Can't change the world by hating men.
Eat The Meek
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 a 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 producing fear,
bottled, Capped, distributed near and far Sold for a reasonable price And
the people, they love it, they feed it Brush with it, bathe with it, breathe
it Inject it direct to the blood It seems to be replacing love Y mussed
oui stay wear wee don't bee longe Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee
longe Because there's always gonna be token truth Forgotten code discarded
youth You know there's always gonna be pedigree One own the 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.
The Desperation's Gone
Trip down the stairs into hell Cathay 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 song is same) The desperation's gone Turn, tune the knob k-go
Some alternal radio Strategic marketing hype, media, stereotype Has our
music been castrated? Yes To you it may sound good To me it sounds
all wrong The notes and chords sound similar The same forbidden beat, but
The desperation's gone (the song's the same) But the desperation's gone.
Flossing A Dead Horse (Instrumental)
Quart In Session
It's funny how nothing seems much fun Anymore to
me now that I quit the drink Cause Soberness, it might be what I need But
it's certainly not how I wanna be Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Consequence never had anytime to think About what coulda, shoulda, happen
to me C-common sense my parents said I Didn't have any, but now look whose
Got the Dough No longer born to lose Put away my party shoes Missin' the
alcohol Don't feel like goin' out Nothing worth singin' about Missin' the
alcohol Without tonic n gin Without no vicodin Nothing seems much fun anymore
to me.
Falling In Love
Blast oxygen masks, smoke filled cabin Depressurize,
don't be afraid, hold onto me We're goin down, but not our love Death don't
seem so bad, cause 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.