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Race TrackDrive drive drivefast fast fast crash crash crash die No Morei'm crazy i'm out of my mindi said i'm crazy and you're out of time oh yes, so crazy, so sick of your kind i said i'm crazy baby, and you're out of line every time you look at me i realize what you can't see then i know i was right all the time up and down, side to side i racked my brain, lost my stride always said i'd crack down the line so just leave me, leave me alone
Jack La Lanneblame it on la lannewhen something goes wrong that sweatsuited scapegoat for the exercising bomb put the blame on jack la lanne he's our man my lawn turned yellow
he's the fucking cause
Where Was I?well, country's in the redsoon we'll be dead no life, not even a flower cause atomic power scares the shit out of you there's nothing you can do undecided men bout a war you can't win hey, who would want to win the damn thing anyway, right boys?! children turn green
but, where was i when the trouble started?
Old Gloryamerican flag waving highprotecting it i want to die i don't know about you man but i'd rather die than live under communist rules let 'em go ahead and try american flag, red, white and blue our government doesn't tell us what to do if you don't like living here go somewhere else and stay a year you'll be glad for what you've got or go to the mid-east and get shot american flag, makes me proud
I'm Punki'm a chick with no tits i'm a messalways been so fond of you do you like the way i dress? look like hell all 7 days got no tits that's why i say my parents are so rich that's why i'm such a bitch boy's underwear makes me feel like i'm punk sixteen years i've had two beers of life
see you at the gig i'll be pickin' my ass and nose
Mr. Barbecuehey now, welcome to my housei'm gonna' have a bbq and maybe i'll invite ya' gotta side of pork gotta' side of creamy salad got a jar of cole slaw and a case of lighter fluid oh my god! my arm's on fire! somebody pass the dressing! everybody remain calm i'm a professional quickly submerge the arm in mayonnaise says mr. bbq hey, thanks a lot doc my arm's feeling great
weenies man
mrs. brown is fine
weenies man
Bruce Lee Vs. The Kiss Armyso, you think you're kung fu's pretty good, eh?i want to fight your brother him, against me let's kung fu!! the smoke is clearing you can see peter and paul stanley kareem and bruce they've made a truce while ace and gene took pcp a flying kick right through the air
gene now has a shorter tongue
oh, oh my god
Chicken Boxhey blood come aroundcome check out my part of town i want to see you there tonight but in my neighborhood you know the chicken's good i want to see the black men fight and now the time is here cold chicken, chitlens, beer i want to see you there tonight and now they come around these soul food stands in town malt liquor seems to taste so right to the chicken stand we go
Carptime: it's always there but not on my sidetime: it ticks and ticks as my life passes time: it's time to go to work and go to school i see a fucking problem here get up get dressed my friends it's time to go to work fuck that, ha ha i think i'll stay in bed instead work: oh boy it's fun to sweat
Toiletnow the time is heretoilet talk is what is near in an outhouse outside my pad my sense of smell makes me see red my dog takes a drink from the toilet which makes us think toilet!! pizza dinner i went out
i hope that someday i will find
Oatswelcome to my breakfast table this is what you'll finda different kind of breakfast food that leaves the real ones far behind what's the fucking deal, all these brand names all around they raise the prices, raise my rent, but do not make a sound now i'm getting older these changes in my life it's the quaker man he's the one i give my hand he's the one who picks my wife for me i think that he is god you know it's true he's the one who picks my wife for me jesus christ, holy shit, now what's the fucking
deal?
stand in line for oats today. 1-2-3 Slamokay, here's the story about my mom and dadone was white one was black i bet you think you're glad i'm a half breed, my skin is fair yet tan i don't know what the hell i'm on so 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam! kinky hair when i wake up straight when i go to bed my dad speaks jive talk to me, don't know what he just said my mother she's a honkey my dad's kentucky fried i don't know what the hell i'm on so 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam! back at home it's black eyed peas with a pot roast
on the side
whoa, man, i'm a little bit slow
now i'm high, and i'm not shy
Just A Fuckmost girls i know are so lamered hot bods they're all the same nothing in between the ears just lots of space six cans of beer to fuck see you later thanks again maybe we can just be friends all that space inside your head makes me want to go to bed and fuck the love i have for her is real $2.99 the six pack deal see her with another guy it makes me laugh she thinks i cried (chorus) girls in bars they make me sick
(chorus) Hypocritesee you at church and i see you at schoolsay that you live by the golden rule but, look again, it's all a lie you're a hypocrite, and i don't know why you're a hypocrite and i don't know why your life's filled with distortions and lies see you at a party, don't know what to say
take a look around, not a fucking sound
Marco-Polomarco... polo!!!fish out of water! Under My Skinyou're under my skin like needled and pinsyou really start to bug me but there is no end you're a bad bad drug like the one you're hooked on trying to addict me but something's' gone wrong you're under my skin like needles and pins you're a pea brained monkey that shouldn't have a name you want to be a psycho want to cause some pain what do you want me cause i don't want you why do you hang around when you know that i don't like you? you're under my skin like needles and pins through my skin
Gas Outgo to the store, but a packthere's 12 tortillas neatly stacked next thing you know, grab some beans stuff that shit right down your jeans we run, we hide your diet's refried gas out...next thing you know
we run, we hide
No Such Thingwrap your legs around me babyi'll fill you with my love i'll be pullin' out my power pole girlie and show you what it does most girls are afraid of me but once you give me a chance i sure like what you're showing now let's rock and roll baby cause there's no such thing as love get busy rocking baby
no such thing
Ghostdigging graves in my living roomred roses in full bloom a hanging lamp floats down the hall i believe in ghosts though ghosts i never see ghosts are in my house they're making fun of me i can't wake up from this nightmare slamming doors when i try to sleep
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