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On my way to play my first punk rock show,
My daddy told me that he was gonna go,
To his credit he came, to listen to us scream,
This is the story of my daddy Johnny Green.
Before we played our first song,
Johnny Green had too many bongs,
He went straight to the floor,
I thought that he had died, greening out just ain't his style,
We picked him up, prepared our goodbyes.
I thought that I had lost my best friend forever,
Wondering if he could be replaced by my little brother,
But my bro is straight edge, I won't love him any less,
Maybe more if he can make it to the end of our set.
Johnny Green got up, looked at me said what the fuck?
Why aren't you on stage?
I asked if he was ok, he told me to get back up and play,
Cause he had to spend 10 bucks for our shitty show.
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Rat Racist
02:25
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I'm caught in a slaughter, of a loss that's never over
The words, they're real, no matter how they make you feel,
No matter how hard you try I'm waiting for the day you die,
I don't want to skip ahead but you sure as shit make me feel like it
I, I need a break (break)
From making the same mistakes the nights awake the words I waste,
I, I'm gonna take (take)
back the pride, comfort, felicity, the fucking joy you took from me it's mine.
This can't be real, how shit you can make me feel,
So I'll leave you, to lose what's left of you IQ,
And then we'll fucking celebrate, to live our lives without your hate,
Fascist thoughts, your words are hollow,
Fuck I wish your mother swallowed.
I, I need a break (break)
From making the same mistakes the nights awake the words I waste,
I, I'm gonna take (take)
back the pride, comfort, felicity, the fucking joy you took from me it's mine.
I, I need a break,
From making the same mistakes, nights awake, this right wing hate,
I, I'm gonna take,
Back the pride, comfort, felicity, the fucking joy you took from me!
And I'm about to break, under the weight of your wasted faith, accepting those who embrace hate,
And I'm gonna take, back the pride, comfort, felicity, the fucking joy you took from me,
Death will be the last thing you see,
Nothing waiting you're damn lucky,
Even though you invented hell, I think that you'd fit in there well, you’re fucked!
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I'm not feeling so hot about everything I'm not,
I know I've got a lot, not sure why I let myself drop,
Into a darkness that includes my starving,
Why the fuck am I even human?
Maybe these beers will help, until the morning fuck myself.
I know I'm not alone, everyone I know sure hangs real low.
It's how we met, through these mutual regrets,
I'd rather snort these lines, than stand on the edge (fuck)
Maybe we're not crazy but it sure seems that way lately,
I miss the times I'd sleep, and dream, and wake up and believe (in what?)
In myself, and the world, and everyone that surrounds,
The circles I impose, I hope to fuck we're not too close.
Then you'd see exactly who I'm trying to be,
I'm unsure if it's worth fighting for,
I might be better off, passing out on floors.
It's just seems this way to me,
Don't even think I'm unhappy
The evidence is stacked against,
I can't feel it's presence.
I'm gonna quit my full time job (my full time!)
Teach myself to love (to love!)
Give myself to art, (art)
Cause the way that we behave (Will one day!)
Put me in my grave (my grave)
I'll have the last laugh (laugh)
Nowhere but up (nowhere but up)
Nowhere but up (nowhere but up)
Here left for us,
Nowhere but up (nowhere but up)
Nowhere but up (nowhere but up)
Perhaps we're good enough.
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4. |
PoP
01:39
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Well I can't hear you, my world's gone deaf,
Volume to zero, but inside my head,
I can hear my breathing, making me a mess,
This shit is everlasting, no more mindfulness!
Fuck! Pop! Fuck!
Now I can't stop yawning, it ain't doing shit,
I got my music blaring, distracting most of it,
And I miss this morning, before disaster hit,
Attack of elevation, sunk my battleship!
Fuck! Pop! Fuck!
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Chasing Amy
03:19
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Reckless drifting, so far away
So fucking grey, so fucking grey
I looked at everything that felt right
Every single thing your left at my house
Hope it wasn’t for good, my selfish soul
I apologies for all the stupid things I said
For feeling things I never shared
For pulling at that handsome thread
I recognize we spoke about this many time
It took my mind so long to analyse
Floating thought inside my head
Facing today
Fading away
Chasing Amy
Having nightmares, of you and me
So fucking grey, so fucking grey
After everything was said and done
She said you were one of the good ones
It's such a shame, I’ve found my fame
I endeavour not to let my fragile masculinity
Put you down under the thumb
Of the disgusting patriarchy
I would never yuck your yum
Even though im growing numb
I can’t help but remember all
The good times that we shared
Facing today
Fading away
Chasing Amy
Facing today
Fading away
Take it away
Chasing Amy
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The Kids Need Continuity
03:48
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Nothing to see! A world behind closed curtains calls in agony,
would you believe, there’s nothing left worth fighting for,
gain sleep lose dreams!
It means nothing (It means nothing)
If there’s nothing left for us to learn, I guess just watch it burn,
It means nothing (It means nothing)
So claim superiority, and watch all us weep.
In time of need! It’s those in charge who let us down,
healed wounds don’t bleed,
But we’re bleeding! Away our lives we’re circling down,
drained graves you’ll see!
It means nothing! (It means nothing)
To those chosen few who steal their lives from you,
It means nothing! (It means nothing)
Bullshit elitist crew, hiding amongst you.
Would you believe we’re not here to blame,
we’ll own all our mistakes, we won’t ignore you further.
Fuck!
I want to wake up, I want to be free it means nothing
(It don’t mean
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Friends
02:59
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I fucked up and got fucked up,
smoking friends playing kings cup,
tattooed myself, destroyed my health,
it’s the best I’ve ever felt,
You say hello, I’ll stay high,
remember each others names until the sunrise,
when the light reminds us of our lives,
return to attempting to survive, and the hangover kicks in.
Then the comedown brings, indecisiveness always finding us,
Where do we go from here, who thoughts should we adhere,
if not our own cause everyone else, yeah everyone else yeah everyone else
has fears, and ideas, that they’ll die alone it’s weird,
but to die unknown seems like a shitty way to go,
don’t think there are problems who can’t solve alive,
try to survive, keep your heart beat, keep your heart beating,
When all is said and done, let the world keep spinning,
dump shitty relationships, politics, anything without, your best interest,
at heart, from the start, a life without friends is a life to hard,
just drop, what you’ve lost, and make as much room for what you’ve got…
All my friends are family, (all my friends are family)
All my friends are family, (all my friends are family)
All my friends are family, (all my friends are family)
All my friends are good to me all my friends are good to me
I fucked up and got fucked up,
smoking friends playing kings cup,
tattooed myself, destroyed my health,
it’s the best I’ve ever felt,
You say hello, I’ll stay high,
remember each others names until the sunrise,
when the light reminds us of our lives,
return to attempting to survive
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4000 Miles
02:52
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Oh I wonder, how long we’ll sit, we’ll drown a little more as each wave hits,
Oh you told me that you miss your friends on tour and I know just how you felt.
I’d dive 4000 miles tonight to have a beer with you,
I’ll have a beer with you, in hell.
Coastlines designed closer than human thought can find,
We’ll search them every Sunday that we get,
There’s no place on earth too far away,
Worlds apart from hanging out but honestly Earth’s pretty small in the scheme of things,
Take it from me, if drugs have taught me anything, it’s that we can ride it out from here,
I don’t know exactly what’s been said, I don’t think that we’re done yet,
I’m still calling wrong chords right, you’re so close to the perfect life.
The less I know about my future the more successful I become,
There are those that choose, their own endings,
Those that acknowledge endings come,
Both parties will end up dying (I’ve been fencing off my eyelids,)
Life will only acknowledge one (Dying, ignoring my friends,)
Let’s stop analysing (Just one more shot in the morning,)
Not every moment needs defining just a witness (To forget all I have witnessed!)
And I wonder just how long we’ll sit, oh we’ll drown a little more as each waves hits,
I know just how you felt, I’d dive 4000 miles to have a beer with you in hell,
To have a beer with you (Beer!)
To have a beer with you (Beer!)
I’ll have a beer with you (Beer! Beer!)
I’ll have a beer with you (Beer! Beer!)
In hell.
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