ReleAsed:1994
LABEL:Epitaph
ReleAsed:1994
LABEL:Epitaph
NOFX’s fastest. Awesome. Hits like "Don't Call Me White," "Linoleum," and "Leave It Alone," nothing could possibly go wrong. Add this to your collection.
LINOLEUM
Possessions never meant anything to me
My closest friend, linoleum
Supports my head, gives me something to believe
LEAVE IT ALONE
Leave it alone, follow the grain
DA NA NA NA NA NA NA (x4)
Breath, ever so slight
DA NA NA NA NA NA NA (x4)
DIG
Rationalize values it's so easy to succeed
The excavation was a financial success
Substantial gains
THE CAUSE
It isn't for the money, no it isn't for the fun
The cause- we're just doing it for the cause (x2)
No it isn't for the fortune, it isn't for the fame
The cause- we're just doing it for the cause (x4)
DON'T CALL ME WHITE
Don't call me white (x4)
The connotations wearing my nerves thin
Don't call me white (x4)
I wasn't brought here, I was born
Don't call me white (x4)
Represents everything I hate
Don't call me white (x2)
Ohhhhhhhhh—We’re Better off this way
Don’t call me white(x4)
A PERFECT GOVERNMENT
Even if it's easy to be free
How did the cat get so fat?
'cause there hasn't been a sign
How did the cat get so fat? (x4)
THE BREWS
Friday night we'll be drinkin' Manashevitz
Cause hey we're the Brews
Orthopedic Dr. Martins good for
Cause hey we're the Brews
We got the might, psycho mashuganas
DYING DEGREE
Dresser drawers are filled with pocket change
Dying degree, graying amie
Final payment made - had you forgot?
Dying degree, graying amie
No more eating crumbs
Dying degree, graying amie
FLEAS
My father used to say
My mother had forbidden me
Shower, scrub, and shave
LORI MEYERS
Lori Meyers used to live upstairs
"Who are you to tell me how to live my life?"
I know what degradation feels like
JEFF WEARS BIRKENSTOCKS?
Don't wanna chill, don't wanna sit
He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt
Fat Mike I gotta let you know
He's got a tye-dyed Rancid shirt
PUNK GUY (CAUSE' HE DOES PUNK THINGS)
Crazier than GG, yet more PC than Ian
THE HAPPY GUY
He's just a man getting through life the best he can
He's just a man trying to explain how
REEKO
Reeko, try to understand, it really is that bad
SCAVENGER TYPE
Gigin alone at the bottom of the hill
I'm not crazy (Cause I 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
Linoleum
That's me on the beachside combing the sand
Metal meter 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 inside your head
That's me inside your head
We wouldn't wanna break the eggs as we walk
Never alone, cautious, afraid
I hear the voice of reason on the p.a.
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
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
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
With artifacts of gold
The arrowheads went straight to the Smithsonian
The rest was melted done and sold
Minimal losses are tolerable
As long as the machine keeps running fine
Cannibals
Functioning on Pheromones
Rational thought lost to instinctual
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
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?
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?
Circumsized, categorized, allegiance sworn
Does this mean I have to take such shit
For being fairskinned? No!
I ain't a part of no conspiracy, I'm just you're average Joe
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
Ohhhhhhhhh—Say what you’re gonna say
So go ahead and label me an asswhole cause I can
Except responsibility for what I’ve done, but not for who I am.
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?
Why does the family die?
Do you care why?
Of anything gettin' 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 war from the White House
And I wonder how can they sleep at night?
How can they sleep at night?
Goin' out to terrorize goyem
Stompin' shagitz, screwin' shicksas
As long as we're home by Saturday mornin'
Sportin' anti swastika tattoos
Oi Oi we're the boys
Orthodox, hesidic, O.G. Ois
Waffle making, kickin' through the shin
Reputation, gained through intimidation
Pacifism no longer tradition
Sportin' anti swastika tattoos
Oi Oi we're the Brews
The fairfax ghetto boys skinheaded jews
We can't lose a fight, as we are the chosen ones
Chutspah, we battle then we feast
We celebrate, we'll separate our milkplates from our meat
Coupons cut, cigarettes smoked down to the butt,
Is this what dreams are made of!
Adding up subtracting down you find yourself sucking the rind
The rightful owner of one deluxe cemetary plot
Paisley satin lined how apprapoe
What a better way to go
When my pension finally comes
Your kids want eat mush anymore 'round me
You sleep with dogs the next day
You'll wake in the bed scratching
Those inevitable fleas
At ten years old
You listen to what you are told
But I never felt the ich
I never would
To waste away my life
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
Cleanly boys don't misbehave
Follow what I say not what I've done
Our parents had been friends 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
"You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time."
"I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waitin' for no prince..."
"To save me in fact until just now I was doin' just fine"
And on and on
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?
Don't wanna hear no hippy shit
Don't tell me I've closed my mind
Don't wanna groove, don't wanna dig
Don't wanna spend the day naked
Don't like my music country fried
He wears his Birkenstocks to work
Is he a jerk? No! Just confused
Jeff don't wear regular shoes
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 wears his Birkenstocks to work
Is he a jerk? No! Just confused
Jeff don't wear regular shoes
Got colored teeth like Johnny
Exudes a vicious disposition
His hair sticks out like Colin' did, he jumps
Similar to Springa, he points his middle finga
Not just he 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 mother fucker 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)
He's a not a scientist, he programs a computer
Before that he sold cars to pay a student loan
now he receives pity From his family
his friends say how could he turn his back on on reason worshipping
A God finding truth through fear and mind control
He found the word of God could make his life 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 it doesn't 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
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 see the keg has been sucked dry
The cisco was emptied in to 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. President, please understand, it really is that bad
It won't just 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 got nowhere to lay, dies and gentlemen
Try to understand
Our protagonist named Bill
Sets his sights on an anchor steam pint
All he 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 keep focused
Tidal waves of sound catapulted
From his horn wail like lovers
The coins don't drop consistent as does the mercury
His meter slows realizing a zenith
He's reached perfection
No one did see him die