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Intro
00:21
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Punk Elitist
01:07
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Punk Elitist
Like an artist tracing lines
Preconceived
He's got a template in mind
You don't write songs
Live with your mom
No band, no life, no talent
Punk Elitist
Always sucking shit
Why bother?
Sell your gear and quit
You just hate
That you can't create
No band, no life, no talent
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Bitch (I Finally Love)
02:36
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Walking home drunk from the bar
You almost hit me with your car
I thought that I was fucked
Then I stepped right through the door
And my jaw it hit the floor
Am I in love or am I drunk?
You're the bitch I finally love
Sent from up above
You fit me like a glove
Met you when I was drunk
An angel and a punk
I'm always down to fuck
I can't tell if it's when we kiss
Or just the beer against my lips
But I think that you're the one
Can we grab a drink or two?
I'd go on a killing spree for you
You're the one who loads my gun
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4. |
Digital Atrocity
01:48
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Little plastic screen
Rewire my brain
Rewrite definitions
Never think the same
It's your reality
Digital Atrocity
It's your generation
Global idiocracy
Clandestine revolution
Homogenous minds
Natural progression?
Cultural decline
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5. |
Entitled Generation
02:33
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Hey there young punk
Think you've got the spunk
Everything's been given to you
And this old prick says fuck you too
Think you're the entitled generation
Can't hold your hand for masturbation
Get off your ass, stop watching TV
You little pricks now listen to me
Crystal children
Entitled generation
Fuck you and your expectations
Crystal children in a digital world
Think you fucking know it all
Like children of the corn
Church of twitter and HD porn
Things just ain't what they seem
In your tailor-made reality
I'd rather live from day to day
Not like the children of the grave
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6. |
Alcoholic's Apocalypse
02:28
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Alcoholic's apocalypse
(I'm all out of beer)
There's nothin' in my wallet
(No funding for the cure)
I had stability
(But I drank it all away)
Fuck Sobriety
(I'm too fucked up for AA)
I want to feel nothing inside
Slur my words black out my mind
Ignore my stains and bloodshot eyes
Just make sure my flask is never dry
Say that it's not healthy
(I don't give a shit)
All I really need
(Is a bottle in each fist)
I'm gonna buy a forty
(Scrape the quarters from my couch)
I'll get clean when I get older
(Until then I'll just pass out)
Till then I'll just pass out
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A-Bomb Whore
02:32
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Here's a song about a girl I know
She had a drink about an hour ago
I'm not stuck up don't get me wrong
But she drops her panties like an atom bomb
She's a weapon of self destruction
She'll be the one that ends the war
She's obsessed with liposuction
She's another-she's another A-bomb whore
Covered in make up like radiation
She's my perfect mutilation
Guys only know her from the waist down
But I think I'll stay away from her testing ground
Wrote this girl a nuclear song
Cause her detonation won't be long
Will I miss her I can't be sure
Manhattan project's got nothing on her
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8. |
(Welcome to) Syria
02:39
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Woke up in bed
No roof over my head
Where's my girlfriend gone?
Her head is on the lawn
It's time to melt some faces
No hope for the human race
They're gonna kill us all
Assad loves chemicals
Children in the street
They're screaming up at me
Another bomb's been dropped
Welcome to Syria
This ain't the land of the free
Common man stuck in between
Dictators and democracy
Retarded foreign policy
The water's never clear
Could really use a beer
My neighbour has no legs
I fuckin' hate mondays
He sits down to eat his lunch
And watch reruns of Brady Bunch
Big Mac, fries and diet coke
Surreal presidential joke
He gets up to check his tweets
A nuke is headed for DC
His face was orange, now it's red
Thank god the president is dead
Thank god the president is dead
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Oh Drunk, I'm Fuck
02:01
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Late one night I was drinking at the queens
Was getting early and the drinks were getting mean
That's when I went overboard
Next thing i knew I was falling in the street
Praying to go that no one would see me
But the whiskey was my only lord
Oh Drunk!
I'm Fuck!
Was feeling thirsty so I headed back inside
Slammed back a drink that was as dirty as my mind
Knew that I was doomed
Feeling queasy so I ran to the bathroom stall
Wrote my name in vomit on the wall
Passed out in my own tomb
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