1. |
I'll Drink to That
02:46
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These days I'm finding that the message isn't clear
We outnumber all those double dealers so why they don't have the fear
Once was a time they'd realize a noose was there
So raise a glass and raise a fist and kick out their fucking chairs
I'll drink to that
I'll drink to that
We'll hang those bastards & we'll laugh and laugh and laugh
We'll eat the rich
Yeah I'll drink to that
Tight-fisted pigs taste better when they're scared to death
I can't believe I paid to rescue fucking banks
They took my house and sent the repo as their thanks
That's why captains of industry should go down with the ship
And lining up their lawyers - put em to the whip
I'll drink to that
I'll drink to that
We'll hang those bastards & we'll laugh and laugh and laugh
We'll eat the rich
Yeah I'll drink to that
The pigs are running now so Brother tip your hat
I'll drink to that
I'll drink to that
I'll drink to that
I'll drink to that
We'll hang those bastards baby
Show them a real good time
We'll make them pay
for all that white collar crime
We'll eat the rich
yeah I'll drink to that
So have another shot
and we'll shoot the fucking lot
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2. |
God 'n' Guns
03:17
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Well Nancy's got something to say
About the moral decay
but Johnny's not gonna listen til she stops getting carried away
and someone's written a book
They want you to take a look
but it's two thousand years too old to have a good hook
God and guns
your favorite sons
wrapped in a flag made from a walmart bag
on a television show!
And Teddy wants to lead the way
back to the times he calls the good old days
he says it's all the god damn gays leading us astray
But don't you touch his money
Not in the land of milk and honey
It's dog eat dog but only fat cats think it's sunny
God and guns
your favorite sons
wrapped in a flag made from a walmart bag
on a television show!
(Rant)
Well ain't life a bitch
the economy's gone to crap
and you lost your damn job
but remember
there's people out there that are different than you
so do yourself a favor
and head on down to that bastion
of middle-America
Swing on through the book section
just this once
So you can get a brand new bible
with all the socialism edited out
then head back to sporting goods
and pick yourself out a shiny new shotgun
that way you can stand guard against all the
Foreigners
Queers
& Liberals
Keep sharp
Stay Proud and remember
Jesus is there to reload
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3. |
Eviction
03:03
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You left me such a mess
There was nothing I could do
Pay the full deposit
And the clean up crew
And yeah I got your note
But it didn't do much good
More questions than answers
So what's new
You said you couldn't take no more
You said your world had turned to blue
And then you went and killed yourself
So I had a pretty bad day too
Another wasted life
and another lonely Friday night
Drinking whiskey
to forget I ever knew
You left me with the bills
And because of what you did
I had to clean up
and then I had to move
You said you couldn't take no more
You said your world had turned to blue
And then you went and killed yourself
So I had a pretty bad day too
Bloodstains on the carpet
Bloodstain on my heart
An eviction notice
Telling me to make a brand new start
You said you couldn't take no more
You said your world had turned to blue
And then you went and killed yourself
So I had a pretty bad day too
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4. |
Line 'em Up
02:20
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That's enough
of your problems
They weighing heavy on my mind
Time for us
To Get to swinging
Drag the life out of tonight
Drag me down
with your bitchin'
We're gonna ready steady go
Get your money
Let's get to twitchin
stop, drop, and roll
Line em up
Turn me back around
Line em up
And pick me off the ground
M'not a kid
but I ain't grown up
Choice we make to stay alive
grab your toys
hit the city
Get the whole thing out tonight
Drag me down
with your bitchin'
Gonna ready steady go
Get your money
Let's get to twitchin
stop, drop, and roll
Line em up
Turn me back around
Line em up
And pick me off the ground
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5. |
Love Song
03:34
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So you want me to sing you a love song
When all my past loves have gone wrong
Well ok baby
Here's your fucking love song
Well I drink too much
But I never touch
your weed because
it makes me paranoid
but you fit my life
even like tonight
where your questions
drive me up the wall
and I wish sometimes
that we didn't fight
but everybody knows
you like to do that
I can't do anything
except enjoy the sting
of a love
that makes me fucking crazy
So you want me to sing you a love song
When all my past loves have gone wrong
Well ok then baby
Here's your fucking love song
Now there's plenty o times
when I crawl over the line
and get so pissed
I can't see straight
My boyos bring me home
and pour me through the door
and you just nod and
leave me on the floor
But it's times like that
I couldn't love you more
I couldn't do no better
if I tried
It probably makes you mad
to hear about all that
but then hey
you never asked
So you want me to sing you a love song
When all my past loves have gone wrong
Well ok then baby
Here's your fucking love song
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6. |
Scene Missing
01:30
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Dancing on tables
and falling on the floor
It'll be a beautiful night again
a night to make the gods remember
And I can almost hear them listening
and laughing at the ways
our bruises mark the passing
of days that couldn't be happier again
This scene's missing
It's on the cutting room floor
And somebody said these nights are memories
Well somebody better write it down
Cause my mind no longer plays friendly with me
And tomorrow these memories will drown
This scene's missing
It's on the cutting room floor
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7. |
I'm Dying to Riot
03:09
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There's oppression in a session of the government
The streets are full of the rage
How is that supposed to break their sense of entitlement
They don't care bout what you say
I don't want an empty statement
I don't want to hold a sign
I don't want to be a fucking hippy
I think we should draw the line
I'm dying to riot TO RIOT I'm dying to riot TO RIOT
I wanna scare those sons of bitches
I'm dying to riot TO RIOT I'm dying to riot TO RIOT
with pitchforks and torches
So the protesters they say they're gonna occupy
The streets are full of the rage
How is that supposed to break their rich abusiveness
They don't care bout what you say
I don't want an empty statement
I don't want to hold a sign
I don't want to be fucking hippy
I think it's time we draw the line
I'm dying to riot TO RIOT I'm dying to riot TO RIOT
I wanna scare those sons of bitches
I'm dying to riot TO RIOT I'm dying to riot TO RIOT
with pitchforks and torches
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8. |
Wasted
02:54
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I saw the lights on at the bar
and I thought about you and that time you crashed my car
and I closed my bank account just to post your bail
like a fucking addict who only knows how to fail
I'm wasted
I'm liquored up and punch drunk
I'm wasted
Another loser out on his luck
I'm wasted
A cigarette burned to the nub
A stupid punk
That fell in love again
Well you called my roommate yesterday
to pass the word along to stay the fuck away
But he got me drunk to ease the pain
And then I showed up passed out on your porch again
I'm wasted
I'm liquored up and punch drunk
I'm wasted
Another loser out on his luck
I'm wasted
A cigarette burned to the nub
A stupid punk
That fell in love again
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