NOFX- Punk In Drublic
LINOLEUM
Possessions ever meant anything to me
I'm not crazy ('Cause I've got none)
Well that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar
And a dog named dog who pisses on my floor
That's right, I've got a floor
So what, so what, so what?
I've got pockets full of Kleenex and lint and holes
Where everything important to me just seems to fall right down my leg
And on the floor
My closest friend linoleum
Linoleum
Supports my head, gives me something to believe
That's me on the beach side combing the sand
Metal metre in my hand
Sporting a pocket full of change
That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
That's me on the back of the bus
That's me in the cell
That's me in your head
That's me in your head
LEAVE IT ALONE
Breathe ever so soft
We wouldn't wanna break the eggs as we walk
Never alone, cautious, afraid
I hear the voice of reason on the PA
Leave it alone, follow the grain
We couldn't stop the irresistible force
Leave it the same, change with the winds
Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the old
Leave it alone
Da na na na na na na na
Breathe, ever so slight
We couldn't take away your God given right
Leave it alone, heel and stay
Roll over and shake and beg for the bone
Leave it alone
Da na na na na na na na
DIG
Rationalise values it's so easy to succeed
Keeping your eyes on the prize excess
Camped outside laissez-faire
People understand me there
Don't talk to me we'll get along just fine
Blowin' out your mores
Henry Ford tradition preys on
Idle minds left the emergency brake on too long
Underneath the city lies the ruins of mankind
The excavation was a financial success
With artifacts of gold
The arrowheads went straight to the Smithsonian
The rest was melted down and sold
Substantial gains
Minimal losses are tolerable
As long as the machine keeps running fine
Cannibals
Functioning on Pheromones
Rational thought lost to instinctual
THE CAUSE
It isn't for the money, no it isn't for the fun
It's a plan, a scam, a diagram
It's for the benefit of everyone
You gotta have a little respect
Subterranean ideals
Traditional neglect
Reflect on how you think it would make you feel
The cause we're just doing it for the cause
No it isn't for the fortune, it isn't for the fame
It's a scheme, a dream, a barterine
We want everyone to think the same
Because you know what you feel is right
And you feel what you can't ignore
And you try so hard to point the blame
Ashamed-what do we do this for?
The cause-we're just doing it for the cause
DON'T CALL ME WHITE
Don't call me white
The connotations wearing my nerves thin
Could it be semantics generating the mess we're in?
I understand that language breeds stereotype
But what's the explanation for the malice, for the spite?
Don't call me white
I wasn't brought here, I was born
Circumcised, categorised, allegiance sworn
Does this mean I have to take such shit
For being fair skinned? No!
I ain't part of a conspiracy, I'm just your average Joe
Don't call me white
Represents everything I hate
The soap shoved in the mouth to cleanse the mind
The vast majority of sheep
A buttoned collar, starched and bleached
Constricting veins, the blood flow to the brain slows
They're so fuckin'' ordinary white
Don't call me white
A PERFECT GOVERNMENT
Even if it's easy to be free
What's your definition of freedom?
And who the fuck are you, anyway?
Who the fuck are they?
Who the fuck am I to say?
What the fuck is really going on?
How did the cat get so fat?
Why does the family die?
Do you care why?
'Cause there hasn't been a sign
Of anything getting better in the ghetto
People's fed up
But when they get up
You point your fuckin'' finger
You racist, you bigot
But that's not the problem
Now is it?
It's all about the money
Political power is takin'
Protecting the rich, denying the poor
Yeah, they love to watch the poor from the White House
And I wonder how can they sleep at night?
How can they sleep at night?
How did the cat get so fat?
THE BREWS
Friday night we'll be drinking Manashevitz
Goin' out to terrorise goyem
Stompin' shagitz, screwin' shicksas
As long as we're home by Saturday morning
'Cause hey we're the Brews
Sportin' anti swastika tattoos
Oi oi we're the boys
Orthodox, hesidic, OG Ois
Orthopaedic Dr. Martins good for
Waffle making, kickin' through the shin
Reputation, gained through intimidation
Pacifism no longer tradition
'Cause hey we're the Brews
Sportin' anti swastika tattoos
Oi oi we're the Brews
The Fairfax ghetto boys skinheaded Jews
We got the might, psycho mashuganas
We can't lose a fight, we are the chosen ones
Chutspah, we battle then we feast
We celebrate, we'll separate our milk plates from our meat
DYING DEGREE
Dresser drawers are filled with pocket change
Coupons cut, cigarettes smoked down to the butt
Is this what dreams are made of?
Adding up subtracting down you find yourself sucking the end
Dying degree, greying amie
Final payment made-had you forgot?
The rightful owner of one deluxe cemetery plot
Paisley satin lied how apprapoe
What a better way to go
Dying degree, greying amie
No more eating crumbs
When my pension finally comes
Your kids want eat mush anymore 'round me
Dying degree, greying amie
FLEAS
My father used to say
You sleep with dogs the next day
You'll wake up in bed scratching
Those inevitable fleas
At ten years old
You listen to what you are told
But I never felt the itch
I never would
My mother had forbidden me
To waste my life away
I want you to have all the things I could never buy you
So don't stop what I'd begun
You're my one, my only son
Follow what I say, not what I've done
Follow what I say, not what I've done
Shower, scrub and shave
Cleanly boys don't misbehave
Follow what I say, not what I've done
LORI MEYERS
Lori Meyers used to live upstairs
Our parents had been friends for years
Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games
At nine years old there's no such thing as shame
It wasn't recognition of her face, what brought me back was a familiar mark
As it flashed across the screen
I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes
Incriminating act, I felt that I could save her
"Who are you to tell me how to live my life?"
"You think I sell my body, I merely sell my time"
"I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waiting for no prince..."
"To save me in fact until just now I was doin' just fine"
And on and on
I know what segregation feels like
I felt it on the floor at the factory
Where I worked long before, I took control now I answer to me
The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please
Where's the problem?
JEFF WEARS BIRKENSTOCKS?
Don't wanna chill, don't wanna sit
Don't wanna hear no hippy shit
Don't tell me I've closed my mind
Dot wanna groove, don't wanna dig
Don't wanna spend the day naked
Don't like my country music fried
He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt
He wears his birkenstocks to work
Is he a jerk? No! Just confused
Jeff doesn't wear regular shoes
Fat Mike I gotta let you know
It's not the tunes, it's their live show
And all the people you get to meet
Plenty of good vibes and decent drugs
Stinky people give you hugs
Walk around in your bare feet
He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt
He wears his birkenstocks to work
Is he a jerk? No! Just confused
Jeff doesn't wear regular shoes
PINK GUY
Crazier than GG, yet more PC than Ian
Got coloured teeth like Jonny
Exodus a vicious disposition
His hair sticks out like Colins did, he jumps
Similar to Springa, he points his middle finga
Not just the singer in the band
Voted biggest asshole and role model of the year
Got a face like Charles Bronson
Straight outta Green Bay Wisconsin
Not just a singer in the band
He'll puke on you, he'll fuck your Mom, he'll smoke while huffing gas
He was the punkest motherfucker I ever did see
Hell he was even more punk than me
He should've been on the cover
He should've been on the cover
He should've been on the cover of Punk and Disorderly Volume II
THE HAPPY GUY
He's just a man getting through life the best he can
He's not a scientist, he programs a computer
Before that he sold cars to pay a loan, he now receives pity
From his family-his friends say how could he
Turn his back on reason worshipping
A God finding truth through fear and mind control
He's just a man trying to explain how
He found the word of God could make his world seem less insane
So he shares what he's read, what he understands, it makes
Sense to him, it makes perfect sense to him, in fact
He's never seen so clearly
Turned his back on free will-has he lost his mind?
He'd rather kneel down than take charge of his life
And he knows what people think, but that does not sway him
He can read, the writings on the wall
'Cause he knows how people treat, how they treat each other
A sacrifice to benefit the all
Don't try to judge him, his theological ideas
His hopes may be false but his happiness is real
Don't try to judge him, he's just a man
REEKO
Reeko, try to understand, it really is that bad
It won't just go away, the party's over
It's past two o'clock, so it's about time
We stopped, 'cause I saw the keg has been sucked dry
The cisco was emptied into the aquarium
Where the fish all seem to play the ex lax
Lines the dog bowl
The toilet's overflowed, we've had our fun so now there's nothing left to damage
We got no place left to go
Mr. Presidents, please understand, it really is that bad
It won't go away, it's just beginning
The ballots have been cast, we make like seaward rats
Leave this sinking ship, leave and not look back
The things we never tried to disallow
Have come back to haunt us now
With apple pie and Chevrolet
We've come to see the end, we've all made this bed
Now we get nowhere to lay, dies and gentlemen
Try to understand
SCAVENGER TYPE
Gigin alone at the bottom of the hill
Our protagonist named Bill
Sets his sights on an anchor steam pint
All the needs is thirteen quarters
Congregated in his hat
A crow, a scavenger type
California redemption provides him with his rent
Room and board inside a fifth of comfort
As the wind penetrates his bones
His mind keeps focused
Tidal waves of sound catapulted
From his horn wall like lovers
The coins don't drop consistent as does the mercury
His metre slows a realising zenith
He's reached a perfection
No one did see him die
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white trash two heebs and a bean
i heard they suck... live
the pmrc can suck on this
heavy petting zoo
fuck the kids
so long... and thanks for all the shoes
pump up the valuum
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