Right about this time,
some shit will be drawing a fat fucking line
Over the title on the
backsleeve. WHAT AN ASSHOLE!
So mr. DJ, I hope you already made your
stegway
Or the FCC is gonna take a shit right on your head.
You
can't play this song on the radio
You can't play this song on the
radio
MORON BROTHERS
Talking about the Moron Bros', ta ttooed
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
THE LONGEST LINE
In the darkest tunnel it's nice to see a light
Not
just a headlight
Like the one that's heading right for me
It would
be nice if things could turn out right
Turn out right yeah
Don't
think I'll ever see the day
I must have done something
wrong
Or maybe pissed off god
I think of Chinese food when I
think of life
That's sweet and sour
My life is sweet as
saccharine
You know 3 week old milk and grapes are not
Not the
same, No
I am the one Johnny Carcinogen
I must have fucked
with some witch
In turn she cursed me, cursed my life
At the
end of the longest line
That's where I will always be
If you need
to find me, just go to
The end of the longest line
But officer
that was a yellow light
The light was red, son
Insubordination,
reckless driving
I must be wrong, this can't be right
I don't
belong, this world is much to dangerous
For someone lacking luck,
like me
At the end of the longest line
That's where I will
always be
If you need to find me, just go to
The end of the
longest line
At the end of the longest line
That's where I
will always be
At the end of the longest line
SHOWER DAYS
In the morning I awake
I feel my bladder
about to break
I scratch my balls I rub my eyes
Just feeling
lousy
My girlfriend tells me that
It's time to take a
bath
I say, "No, not today, it's only Tuesday"
Once every 24
hours
I'm supposed to take a shower
That's not the way I do
it
Do it do it
Personal hygiene is the last thing on my
mind
I don't want to do it
Do it do it
It doesn't make a
difference to me
Everyday I do the same old thing
So why should I
have to be clean?
Those dreaded Wednesdays and Saturdays
Also
known as shower days
I hate them
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
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
winds
Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the old
Leave it
alone
DA NA NA NA NA NA NA (x4)
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 (x4)
BOB
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?
TOGETHER ON THE SAND
Together on the
sand,
we walked hand in hand
On the beachfront, she smiled at
me
As she tightly held my hand
I had my finger up
her...
Country music played on the radio
So I turned it off and we
walked down
To the water, as she grabbed on to my honker
A wave
swept us away
NOWHERE
(written in July 1989)
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
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
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 Volume
II
LIFE O'RILEY
I sit in my easy chair
I've got so much time to
spare
cause I know in my future days
I'll have my
lionshare
theres nothing I like better
than getting something
for nothing
then some will tell you that you can't get nothing for
free
obviously they don't know 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
STICKIN' IN MY EYE
When I look 'round, I
only see outta one eye
As the smoke surrounds my head, the sauna
I hear the voices, but I can't make out their words
Saying
things, saying things that
I got something sticking in my eye
Got
something sticking in my eye ( X 2 )
I feel unusual from
thinking
About the underground decay, God help me
Kill beneath the
camera, watch the world begin to cry
It's not from pity, it comes
from
What's been sticking in my eye
Got something sticking in my
eye
STRAIGHT EDGE
I'm a person just like
you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and fuck my
head
Hang out with the living dead
Snort white shit up my nose
Pass out at the shows
I don't even think about Speed
That's
something I just don't need
I've got straight edge
I'm a
person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit
around and smoke dope
'Cause I know I can cope
Laugh at the
thought of eating ludes
Laugh at the thought of sniffing glue
Always gonna keep in touch
Never want to use a
crutch
I've got the straight edge
(Lyrics by Ian McKaye of
Minor Threat )
LIZA AND LOUISE
Liza's had enough of
men
She says, she won't get buried again
She says, they don't know
how to fuck
Her last boyfriend, the shmuck
Shared with her a nice
disease
Kept her passive, on her knees
'Til one day she took his
car
And drove it to the city
Liza had put down a few
When
she met this girl named Lou
Who convinced her to go home with
her
She said, "My name's Louise
Now will you take off my clothes
please?
I want to take you to the moon and back
So get on your
back."
With a flick of the tongue
She made her scream
She made
her laugh
She made her dance
She was happy for the first
time
And you know she wanted more
Now with her legs spread
wider
She needed to have Louise inside her
She said, "I'll never
forget the first time
You kissed me, now I want you to fist
me."
Louise didn't need a second invitation
She knew just what to
do ( X 2 )
Liza had cum a few times before
But she
had never even seen the door
Into the world of pleasures of the
flesh
She felt just like 16
And her life before now was a
dream
Or even a nightmare thats over and done
Just like warm
healing rays
Shining from the
sun
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? (x4)
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
DON'T CALL ME WHITE
Don't call me white (x4)
The
connatations 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 (x4)
I wasn't brought here, I was
born
Circumsized, 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
(x4)
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
(x4)
THE MALACHI CRUNCH
Did you get that rush,
that feeling, adrenalin
pumping through your veins?
A lifeless
body in the gutter, city streets are stained
How do you rationalize,
what do you see
in your reflection?
A kid just having fun, A
soldiers bloodied
boot impression
One for all and all for one,
especially when
it's ten on one
You don't care what you're doing,
you know
it sure is fun
If it happened to your mother
would
you laugh so hard?
Well, that was someones son or
brother
That you kicked so hard
This time you went too
far
What's the matter, don't you feel alright?
Do you feel
remorse?
Or are the handcuffs on a little too tight?
Now that
your friends are gone, you've got no
defense, no protection
5 or 6
times a day you receive your hot beef injection
I hope every time
you're cornholed
terror fills your mind
The one emotion you have
inspired one too many
times.
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 skinheaded
jews
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
JOHNNY APPLESEED
Through word of mouth let
it be known
The man who spends his life on a mission, he's
legendary
Travelling from coast to coast
He's the contemporary
Johnny Appleseed
He's making sure his garden grows
He'll plant a
seed in every town he goes
Fertilizing the country side
Couldn't
stop him with insecticide
Makin' sure that the garden grows,
yeah,yeah,yeah
Groomin' the backyard, or whackin' a weed
When
diggin' holes, he'll be wearing a glove
He go into the shed, get out
a shovel, and he shove
He'll plant the seed, makin' sure it's
sown
He go into the shed, and he start hoein' with the hoe,
ho,ho,ho
Makin' sure that the garden grow,
yeah,yeah,yeah
He'll water the yard with the garden hose
Groomin' the backyard,
or whackin' a weed
yeah,yeah,yeah
The contemporary Johnny
Appleseed
SHE'S GONE
A blackened wick is what
remains
The flame was blown out just recently
Although the candle
hadn't burned down to the stick
It won't be lit again, the day won't
be so bright
We don't know what she may have been
All we know is
what she left behind
An apartment cluttered with children's
toys,
Photos of good times
In the bedroom, there's sheets on the
windows
There's a four poster bed for a reason
There's a box on
the floor full of secrets
It won't be opened
Here older boys and
girls would play
All inhibitions were left behind
As the door
would close, her face began to shine
This was her finest hour, this
was her finest time
Now, she's gone, and it's not gonna be alright,
not for me
She's gone, but not forgotten, she's still here
In all
those years she touched so many lives
Who's gonna watch the little
girl she left behind?
Carol Anne stands alone in the school
yard
All the other children have gone
After waiting for hours,
She can't understand why her mother left her sad
In the darkness
she sees definition
In the silence, she hears someone
calling
After nightmares, she lies in bed screaming
But there's no
reaction
There's no one listening, there's no one
Now, she's gone,
and it's never gonna be alright, not for me,
She's
gone
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?
LORI MEYERS
Lori Meyers used to live upstairs
Our parents had been
friends 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 brough me back was a familiar mark
As
it flashed across the screen
I bought some magazines, some video tape
scenes
Incriminating act, 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 degregation feels like
I
felt it on the floor at the factory
Where I worked long before, I
took control now I answer to me
The 50K I make this year will go
anywhere I please
Where's the problem?
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 (
X 2 )
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
