RELEASED:1997
LABEL:Epitaph
Indiscriminate I'd rather be elite
Nonconglomerate I mean what I say
You'll never understand it
This music ain't your fuckin' industry
Kids of The K-hole
Everybody needs some time away
Mrs. Kitty Ketamine your perseverance may
Somewhere between the Eden and north utopia
Dropping Crumbs and flying thumbs
It may sound good to you
Murder The Government
I wanna see the constitution burn
I wanna tar and lynch the KKK
Murder the government Murder the government
Monosyllabic Girl
I take her to the aquarium, she says shark
I take her to the university, she says huh
180 Degrees
It's so easy to defend the Status Quo
The great thing about bein' a human
Guess what, this might come as a surprise
Yeah, I now know the right thing to do
Go ahead, work, waste your life away
All His Suits Are Torn
Billy Cobin lost it all
A baggy man with baggy clothes
Kill the pain, integrity don't keep you warm and sane
Billy Cobin had a time, Billy Cobin had a place
All Outta Angst
I'm not insane, I'm not bummed out
One thing's for sure, I'm all Outta angst
So I'm off to Pakistan, learn the laws of Islam
I'm not insane, I'm not liquored
Next step Mongolia
I'm Telling Tim
You better watch out you better not cry
Take you out of book your own life part six
Champs Elysées
Je m'baladais sur l'avenue, le coeur ouvert a l'inconnu.
Aux Champs-Élysées, aux Champs-Élysées
Tu m'as dit "J'ai rendez-vous dans un sous-sol avec des fous,
Aux Champs-Élysées, aux Champs-Élysées
Translation:
I was walking down the street, my heart open to the unknown
In Champ-Elysees, in champs-elysees,
You said to me "I have a meeting in a basement with some lunatics
In Champ-Elysees, in champs-elysees,
Dad's Bad News
Don't believe a word your grandfather says
Degeneration ah ah ah ah ah
The story spoken is a story unheard
No simple way to tell you son
Don't believe a word your grandfather says
Kill Rock Stars
"Kill the rockstars" how ironic, Kathleen
Just cause I don't know the reason You're so pissed
Eat The Meek
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Because there's never gonna be enough space
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
The factory mass producing fear, bottled,
Brush with it, bathe with it, breathe it
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Because there's always gonna be token truth
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
The Desperation's Gone
Trip down the stairs into hell
Turn, tune the knob k-go
Quart In Session
It's funny how nothing seems much fun
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Consequence never had anytime to think
No longer born to lose
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me (x4)
Falling In Love
Blast oxygen masks, smoke filled cabin
Death don't seem so bad, 'cause I'm with you
It's My Job To Keep Punk Rock Elite
I'll choose my own shit scene
Unsubstantiated rumors flown are true
I’m here for me not you
I'm not your fucking scape
Goat apparently I've alienated some
It seems my job's half done
Try to buy and brand it
I win, you lose, cause it's my job
To keep punk rock elite
Just stuck in the k-hole again
An 18 hour holiday
Just stuck in the k-hole again, just once again
Outlast my ambition to go home
Infatuation with your dark side I obey
Forbidden pleasures, I have grown to loathe/love
Somewhere beneath the astral plain
I've taken residence on sybaritic soil
You won't be seeing me again
You won't be seeing me again
Won't help me get back home
The home is where the heart is, I've been told
'Cause I promised my heart to her
She cooked it medium well
Then proceeded to swallow it whole
To me it sounds so wrong
Just stuck in the k-hole again
Winter's broken, summer's gone
Just stuck in the k-hole again
Just once again
Wanna watch the white house overturn
Wanna witness some blue blood bleed red
I wanna pull and shoot the NRA
I wanna pay the lobbyists to kill themselves
I wanna dose the DEA
I wanna join the CIA (not really)
Murder the government And then do it again yeah
Murder the government Murder the government
Murder the government and then
Murder the government
I take her to the planetarium, she says dark
I take her to the seaside
Where she likes to spin and twirl
She says sure and cool and yeah
She's my monosylabic girl
I take her to anniversary, she says one
I take her to jewelry store
I say diamonds, she says pearl
Oh everyone knows I'm in love and yeah
With a monosylabic girl
with everyone so cool and cynical
But when you see the end don't justify the means
It's just that 180 degrees
The ability to reason
But reasoning don't work when no one cares
2 parts apathy, one part despair
I'll no longer roll my eyes
A change of heart to let the conscience breath
One quick twist, just 180 degrees
Yeah, anti tradition tried and true
Yeah, a world where wrong has right of way
Yeah, fuck that world, fuck that heirarchy
Fuck that world, go fuck that right away
We knew he would eventually
Some wonders why he took the fall
Others just ask who the hell is he
And why should we care for him?
A face made of paper mache
He lost his humor years ago
Along with his molars
His head planted beneath his shoulders
Don't throw me out with the bath water
Don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me
Following his fifteen minute climb
Billy took a seven second leap a cannonball
Plunge off the deep
I got no one to blame, nothing to change
I got no evil to fight
Society don't bother me
And there's something wrong with that
Fundamentalism, forget that rock 'n' roll
No cigarette, no drink, in fact
It's difficult to think about getting laid
When you don't even get to see her face
I'm not insane
I got nothin' to do, nothin' to lose
I got no place to call home
One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst
Society don't bother me, there's something wrong with that
Don't get to golf or fuck or bowl with 'ya
Throw out that handicap
No stepping out, till spring, in fact it's
Difficult to sing when it's 20 below
And that's during the day
I'm not insane
You better put out records D.I.Y.
Cause it's not what you've done it's what you've been
If you fuck up I'm telling Tim
You won't play again at abc
You're gonna get ostracized like Lawrence
When I tell Tim I'm telling Tim
I'm telling Tim I'm telling Tim
J'a vais envie de dire bonjour a n'importe qui
N'importe qui et ce fut toi, je t'ai dit n'importe quoi,
Il suffisait de te parler, pour t'apprivoiser.
Au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit,
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysées
Qui vivent la guitare a la main, du soir au matin".
Alors je t'ai accompagnée, on a chanté, on a dansé
Et l'on, n'a même pas pensé -- a s'embrasser
Au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysées
I had the urge to say hello to anyone at all
And anyone at all turned out to be you, and I said anything to you
All I had to do was speak, and you were tamed
In the sun, in the rain, at noon or at midnight
Everything you want is in champs-elysees
who live with a guitar in the hand, from morning to night"
So I went with you, we sang, we danced
And we didn't even think to kiss one another
In the sun, in the rain, at noon or at midnight
Everything you want is in champs-elysees
He's been classified grade a psychotic
You can see it from the hole in his head
A saner man would have used a bigger gun
The lunatic clause was written for you
By you so listen cause it's unbelievable
A certain trait has passed while while centuries turned
This certain trait has been a family tradition
We share the same red tainted blood
I'm gonna kill me, You're gonna kill you
Killing you
Don't believe a word your grandfather says
Don't believe a word your grandfather says
He's a psycotik, grade a psycotic
You've been crowned the newest queen
Kinda like the punk rock Gloria Steinham
You can't change the world by blaming men
Can't change the world by hating men
Don't dare tag me misogynist
I thought the goal here was mutual respect
Not constructing a separate sect
I wish I could have seen Courtney
Demonstrate some real misogyny
Can't change the world by hating men
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
So eat the meek, enjoy the waste
It's always gonna be a delicacy
Lick your chops and eat the meek
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Capped, distributed near and far
Sold for a reasonable price
And the people, they love it, they feed it
Inject it direct to the blood
It seems to be replacing love
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Forgotten code discarded youth
You know there's always gonna be pedigree
One own the air one pay to breathe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Cathy de I miss your smell
A mixture of puke, beer, stale piss
Fuck, sweat, and fear
Adrenaline addicted, the blood leak
From my head kinda concerned my friends
But at the time it felt so right
The music blaring on, now that desperation's gone
(The song’s the same) The desperation's gone
Some alternal radio
Strategic marketing hype, media, stereotype
Has our music been castrated? Yes
To you it may sound good
To me it sounds all wrong
The notes and chords sound similar
The same forbidden beat, but
But the desperation's gone
Anymore to me now that I quit the drink
'Cause Soberness, it might be what I need
But it's certainly not how I wanna be
About what coulda, shoulda, happen to me
C-common sense my parents said I
Didn't have any, but now look whose
Got the Dough
Put away my party shoes
Missin' the alcohol
Don't feel like goin' out
Nothing worth singin' about
Missin' the alcohol
Without tonic in gin
Without no vicodin
Depressurize, don't be afraid to hold onto me
We're goin down, but not our love
My only love, so close your eyes
Kiss me one last time, We're gonna die,
but not our love, not our love