It's that time of the month 
Again, your bitching 
Stop yelling at me 

I know youve got to plug 
Yourself up 
But why take it out on me 

Just leave me alone 
Stop yelling at me 
Leave me alone 
When its your time to bleed 

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A200 CLUB 

Why do I keep scratching 
scratching my balls 
I dont like this feeling 
I dont like it at all 

Cause I got crabs, I got crabs, I got crabs 
I got those little fuckers biting and 
Sucking my blood 

There's crab eggs in my bed 
There in the carpet too 
I'll go to the store 
Buy A200 shampoo 
I got R.I.D. of them 
I got all of them 
They won't be back 
Wait a second, what is 
This itching in my crack 

Cause I got crabs, I got crabs 
I got crabs, I got those little 
Fuckers biting and sucking my blood 

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SHUT UP ALREADY 

"Affection not dissection" 
"Meat is murder" 
"Animals are for petting" 

Oh shut up already 

I'm tired of your whining 
About poor little animals dying 
And the food they are supplying 
Because if a big animal has the chance 
It wouldn't take another glance 
It would eat you up 

"Affection not dissection" 
"Meat is murder" 
"Animals are for petting" 

Oh shut up already 

I don't want to listen 
And I'm tired of your bitchen 
About what's in my kitchen 
Because if a big animal had the chance 
It wouldn't take another glance 
It will eat you up 

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THE PUNK SONG 

Am I supposed to do 
Things right? NO 
I don't have the time 
This is how I live my life 
I haven't got much pride 
And it's ok if I live like 
A slob cause this is my 
Life, and I will waste 
It if I want, "A wasted 
Life ain't no crime" 

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