1. Intro
2. Linoleum
3. You're Bleeding
4. Moron Brothers
5. Punk Guy
6. Bob
7. Life O' Riley
8. You Drink, You Drive, You Spill
9. Nothing But A Nightmare (Sorta)
10. East Bay
11. Soul Doubt
12. Kill All The White Man
13. Beer Bong
14. Six Pack Girls
15. Together On The Sand
16. Nowhere
17. The Brews
18. Buggley Eyes
19. Outro
Intro
man i haven't slept in two days i've been on booze
straight. i saw you do drugs and it looked like powder. this is a live
record, you guys are all on a record tonight. no, we don't want to hear
that yelling and shit we wanna hear that... there you go, fuck off! lots
of curse words. damn, throwing shit at us. man, last night they threw ice
tonight they're throwing lit cigarettes, that's not cool. yeah, more ice...
throw some ice. ok, that's enough. aw, look i don't need to hear about
how shitty my hair looks, i know all about it. so uh, really we're just
about to play... tell them about it eric. yeah, yep. will you guys shut
the fuck up and play a song already. you see, the first night we played
i was wasted and that was fun, now i'm sober now. how much fun can you
have when you're sober, huh? not that much! 1,2,1,2,3 you don't know what
you wanna be, you don't know what you wanna be, you got nothing. you don't
know what you wanna be, you don't know anything.
Linoleum
Possesions 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 imporatnt 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 shit That's me
on the street with a violin under my chin Playing with a grin, singing
G.B.H. 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.
You're Bleeding
You've got the beauty, but that don't mean a thing
A bland reciprocation, but that dosen't bother me You're happier with lights
on underneath a darkened sky Only in the spotlight can you tell me of your
crimes I understand the situation, but I can't Seem to understand the motivations
you once had I recall a message I once left behind a screen I was entranced,
when you were never there for me You're draining, you're draining me, I'm
not a tub What ever happened to the girl I used to hold? I held in
such a high regard Where is the girl who had it all? I used to think
I wasn't worthy of your cause I used to feel so lucky Until the day I felt
a weakness in my arms I knew from where it had been coming You're bleeding,
you're bleeding me, I can recall The passions you once had, where did they
go? I knew a girl who had it all? I knew a girl where did she
go?
Moron Brothers
Talking about the Moron Bros', tattooed fingers,
tattooed toes They're idiots, losers, they're scum Taking advantage of
everyone You're a dog, they're your fleas Doing everything they can to
spread disease They'll take your beer, they'll take your drugs Leave with
you microscopic bugs Their company is something you won't miss When your
icetrays are filled with piss They are the Moron Brothers Don't get along
with others They'll whine, they'll bitch, they'll fuck you if you're rich
They'll leach, they'll latch, they are the itch you can't scratch Do do
do do do do do do da do do do do etc. They'll ink your face, tape your
eyelids closed Tabasco's in your mouth, there's mustard up your nose When
your head is shaved you'll think the worst has passed Just try to move
your leg they've put you in a cast They are the Moron Brothers Don't get
along with others They may not go down in history But they'll go down on
your sister and your mama, and your father!
Punk Guy
Crazier than GG, yet more PC than Ian Got colored
teeth like Johnny Exudes a vicious disposition His hair sticks out like
Colin' did, he jumps Similar to Springa, he points his middle finga Not
just he 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
Why Hell in Detroit he was more punk than me even He should've been on
the cover He should've been on the cover He should've been on the cover
of Maximum Rock'n'Roll.
Bob
He Spent fifteen years getting loaded Fifteen years
'till his liver exploded Now what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink?
The Doc said, "What were you thinkin' 'bout?" Bob said, "That's just
the point, I wasn't thinkin' 'bout nothing Now I gotta do something else
to pass the time." Had someone shave his head Got a new identity
Sixty-two holed air conditioned boots And a girl who rides a scooter to
take him out of town They could get away Riding around, as the trucks drive
by You could here the mother fuckers go... A couple of lines, an extra
thermos of Joe He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah Bob's
the kinda guy who knows just what Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
to do When the doctor tells him to "Quit your drinkin', now's the time."
Will he ever walk the line To all my friends, I feel just great But will
he ever walk the line Kickin' ass and bustin' heads Red suspenders Once
a day he shaves his head But will he ever walk the line?
Life O' Riley
I sit in my easy chair I've got so much time to
spare because I know in my future days I'll have my lionshare There's nothing
I like better than getting something for nothing some will tell you that
nothing's for free obviously they've not met me. You can have your
cake and eat it too and there's plenty of free lunch for you if you think
you're getting cheated then you don't have a clue you don't know where
you are, or what to do. I live the lifestyle they speak of so highly
I live the life... the life of riley.
You Drink, You Drive, You Spill
I say don't drink and drive you might spill your
drink before you get behind that wheel, just stop and think you can take
your chances but there's so much to lose another bumpy road, there's so
much wasted booze. I'm not so worried about how many I kill I'm much
more concerned with how much beer I spill. 35% of accidents are cause
by pixilated the other 65% are not alcohol related. What does this
tell us about the drunk drivers they seem to have a better record than
the sober team.
Nothing But A Nightmare (Sorta)
East Bay
Get out of my way Can't you see im from East Bay
I Know Blatz, down with E.B.U. I bet I got way more piercings than you
I just love this town My girlfriend weighs 84 pounds Met her at the New
Method wher I get in for free She don't pay rent neither do me (hey hey
hey) When we go out tonight Gotta get my hair just right Prodius pads with
2 inch sole Iíll get my picture with Murray Bowles Gotta get those flyers
out Might get signed to lookout After that i'll go far Fame, Fortion, D.M.R.
Rock City News.
Soul Doubt
Sometimes I feel my life is going 'round in circles
Beneath my eyes are bluish black There's nothing new, no one I wanna talk
to Nothing I wanna think about, I got soul doubt I stick My head out of
the window, it's closed Instead of air, I get glass stuck in to my head
The city's sounding, and I can't seem to stop the pounding Can't keep my
thoughts from flying 'round Not sure what I am thinking about, I got soul
doubt A shameless display, wearing a smile full of pain A frameless Erte,
a painting without a signature She's waiting for someone to save her As
I pass her I see Cinderella She dosen't fit into the slipper Like she fits
in a bottle of liquor There's no one to take her away Her eyes meet mine,
she sees right through me The question is asked, Whatcha' gonna do for
me? I don't want nothin', just a connection I gotta know what she's
all about Cause I know she's been there Soul doubt I stick my head out
of the window once again This time I see a thousand faces all too clear
They wear the same expression, I've seen in my face So many times, I know
exactly how they feel I know exactly how they feel I know just what they
think about They've got soul doubt.
Kill All The White Man
The white man call himself civilized Cause he know
how to take over The white man come to pillage my village Now he tell me
I have to bend over Oh yeah, kill all the white man No I don't like the
white man up in me He rape my people as he rape my country Everything I
love and cherish, he try to take away We will be rid of him, soon come
the day Oh yeah, kill all the white man Oh yeah, kill all the white man
Oh yeah, kill all the white man Oh yeah, kill all the white man.
Beer Bong
If I want some beer I dont want to brat about how
I missed the show because I drink to slow so pass me the beer bong it wont
take very long for me to put down this torpedo to the ground because drinking
beer is to slow beer bong is the way to go to go to go dont drink to slow!
Six Pack Girls
Together On The Sand
I jack off with my left hand Together on the sand
We walked hand in hand On the beach front She smiled at me As she tightly
held my hand I had my thumb up in her starbolt heard she music played on
the radio So I turned it off We walked down to the water As I fucked your
Grandmother's Daughter (that's your mama) The wave swept us away What a
ho.
Nowhere
You can't believe the things you see and read The
Soviet threat Our pseudo enemy What's scaring me? Our foreign policy
To make the world safe for business Call it democracy Our human nature,
it's all the same We spend our lives in the pursuit of happiness So stop
the hate, open the iron gate It's our destiny to make the cold war history
You think I give a shit If you're a socialist If you're a capitalist We've
all got to exist On this planet with nowhere to run The millions of brainwashed
must open their eyes We are one With us over here and them over there Barbed
wire borders are going nowhere.
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 Common you schmuck,
one more time for revertial!
Buggley Eyes
Have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek And woke
up with Bo Diddley? Have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek And
woke up with Bo Diddley? You got so loaded, you thought that she
Was the most beautiful gal that you ever did see Yeah, have you ever gone
to sleep with Bo derek And woke up with Bo Diddley? Woke up in the
morning, to your surprise A couple melons in tube socks, And buggley eyes
Yeah, have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek And woke up with Bo Diddley?