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Semi-revolutionary
01:40
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I want the truth, don’t want no lyin’ / I want some answers and goddamn, don’t deny it / you call it piracy, we call it freedom / that poor man’s name was Robert Paulsen / I don’t think we can sustain this system / so go out and make democracy into something we want / I don’t know how we’ll explain to our children, that we’re out of money and we’re running out of wisdom / how much fire can you play with ‘til you’re burnt out, just a pile of ashes / I’ve got a feeling, a second wind in me / I’m your songwritin’ leader, semi-revolutionary / and one day we just might beat the system / but until that day we’ll use punk rock as the solution / and one day we’ll all sing in unison, “We’re not revolutionaries, but we’re the revolution”
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I Hate Everything
01:55
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I met a girl tonight, she had a 40 in her left and a smoke in her right / she told me ‘bout all these folk punk kids in Tennessee / why don’t they all come and help me burn the city? / then we can finally be free / she’s lookin’ at me like I’m crazy/ she asked me my name / I said hey I’m Nick / I asked her name too, but I can’t remember it / and that kind of makes me sick / I makes me want to blame everything / I want to blame that 40 oz. and whatever you’re smoking / now I don’t use the lord’s name in vain a lot / but when I do it’s the only goddamn thing that he’s good for / and I don’t go to parties, and I don’t smoke pot / but when I do it’s the only goddamn thing that I regret / we were makin’ out in bed / she moaned “oh god” and I moaned “god is dead” / she said “hey man, whats your problem?” / I’m sorry girl I hate everything / I hate the system and how I can’t remember your name / now I don’t use the lord’s name in vain a lot / but when I do it’s the only goddamn thing that he’s good for/ and I don’t go to parties and get drunk a lot / but when I do it’s the only goddamn thing that I regret
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So It Goes
01:29
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well I want to write a song, an anti-glacier song / I’m sick of frozen mountains just floatin’ along / honest though, I’m joking / Vonnegut, he knows / so it goes, so it goes, so it goes / and did you know the world is one big civil war / I raise my glass to intellects who have to man the oar / we must cultivate our garden / old Voltaire he knows / so it goes, so it goes, so it goes / well I got a wad of cash, so lets go out and grow up / I swear I’m a goddamn madman, I miss everyone a lot / don’t tell anybody anything / Salinger he knows / so it goes, so it goes, so it goes
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Secondhand
01:07
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Frame 313
03:45
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if Zapruder wasn’t an honest man, I bet he never would’ve wished / wished he’d gone and shot frame 313 / they gunned down Kennedy, from the sixth story window / Lee Harvey fired the shots, allegedly / and Johnson didn’t know a thing, so they singed him up to run our country and to make more money / from the grassy knoll, to the radio, to Ruby’s .38 snub nose / now I know they’re up to something / too many bullet holes, to Castro’s role, those bastards did it to gain control / now I know they’re up to something / but every time I question the man, you know he just tells me / go get a job, and get in line / believe in your country / but I ain’t asleep, I’m tired of this shit / it ain’t just another conspiracy / so on that day I’ll be an honest man, and I’ll burn down the city / so on that day I’ll grow some thicker skin / don’t worry boys, Richard ain’t an amateur / he’s written up a doctrine to justify a war / Mai Lai wasn’t mass murder, my lie hasn’t finished yet / you know it’s 30 days past new-years but we’ll still celebrate Tet / and now where’s Bobby? / they also shot him dead / it’s party time let’s break into the DNC instead / wiretap their phones, photocopy all their books / I ain’t got an excuse, but hey it ain’t like I’m a crook / from the marine corps, Diem’s murder, no process for a shorter war / now I know they’re up to something / from Watergate, to Robert’s fate, have David Frost interrogate / now I know they’re up to something / and every time I question the man, you know he just tells me / go get a job, and get in line / believe in your country / but I ain’t asleep, I’m tired of this shit / it ain’t just another conspiracy / so on that day I’ll be an honest man, and I’ll burn down the cities / so on that day I’ll grow some thicker skin / and all the king’s horses, and all the king’s men couldn’t put it back together again
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Bad Dudes
01:56
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If you’re a fascist or a nazi, come over to my house / I’ll just lock you up and I’ll never let you out / step into my shower, I’m gunna watch you burn / and if anyone asks why, I’ll just say “hey it was their turn” / now hey there Adolf, why you singing the ol’ cyanide blues? / go to a homeless shelter and go donate all those shoes / go on back to art school, take a second chance at life / so switch sides and be pro-jew with Oscar Schindler / and I don’t know what I was put on this world for / I hope I ain’t a bad guy, I hope I don’t start a war / I guess for now I’ll just keep writing all these songs / to help some people think, and understand what’s right from wrong / and now Osama is the leader of all these holy wars / order up a pizza to your cave and hide some more / blowin’ yourself up wont get you eternal salvation / so shave your beard and donate all your hair to cancer patients / and now that Kony is so famous, what will he do with his life? / release his child army maybe do a little right? / go and start and orphanage, political arena / unless all the kids get adopted by Brad and Angelina / ‘cause I know exactly what I was put on this world for / I’m the baddest of all the bad guys, I started all the wars / I guys for now I’ll just keep writing all these songs / and everybody knows me as the one who doesn’t know his right from wrong
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Cliché Filler Punk Song
01:50
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who are these junkies? / they’re not my friends anymore / but who hell’s really my friend / man, what’re they good for? / and what’s the deal with coffee and cigarettes? / that’s about as cliché as punk rock can get / but none of that shit matters when you’re a lonely kid like me / so please man, buy my record, come on, help my self esteem / they say “kid you don’t know shit, so shut your mouth, don’t waste your breath” / stop trying to be different, you’re just another waste at best / but if Durden taught me anything it’s “elitists don’t last long” / ‘cause I’ll just satirize you and write another song / get it through your head kid, I’m resilient / there’s a word I call you, and that word’s ignorant / and I promise you, this song ain’t a filler / ‘cause here’s the moral, it’s supposed to deliver / treat everyone with respect, but that doesn’t mean you’ve got to like them
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if I die and go to heaven, I will surely cry / I’d of put up a dependence on an old friend of mine / well, I didn’t find Jesus in the bottom of my bottle / I guess that I’ll just look for him another time / here’s the thing, love don’t last a lifetime / but all I need is a 40 and my friends / we’re gunna act obscene, read some Nietzsche, we’re gunna talk shit on the land of the free / we’re gunna grow our hair, where ‘o where will they sell kids liquor, I gotta swear / I love you guys ‘cuz we hate the same things / like republicans and unforgiving flings / and I wont mind until our summer ends / you were more than I could put up with / you caused the worst and best of all my bad habits / and now I am, I’m just without / without a good goddamn, without a goddamn doubt / here’s the thing, love don’t last a life time / but all I need is a 40 and my friends / wasted nights on my telephone / if I don’t comfort you you’ll probably end up dead
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Jerry's Song
02:06
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well I’ve been listenin’ to Jerry’s song since I was maybe 12 or 13 / it’s made me cry and sing and every emotion in-between / I want to dig up a deeper meaning, I know there’s something more / I need to justify cryin’ on the bathroom floor / ‘cause half of the time we’re gone but we don’t know where, and we don’t know where / I hope tomorrow comes slower than yesterday’s / I want the wind to pick me up, please don’t carry me away / please ol’ Paul tell me the secret / there must be something more / I know I’m getting close, but it’s hard to tell for sure / ‘cause half of the time we’re gone but we don’t know where, and we don’t know where / well I’ve been listenin’ to Jerry’s song since I was 12 or 13 / I was changed when I first heard your song in New Jersey / I want to scream off a cliff / I want to fall in love again / I’m tired of feeling tired / I don’t want to lose another friend / ‘cause half of the time we’re gone but I know exactly where I am
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