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FUCK THE KIDS!
FUCK THE KIDS!
FUCK THE KIDS!
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FUCK THE KIDS!
FUCK THE KIDS!
FUCK THE KIDS!
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you better watch out
you better not cry
you better put out records D I Y
cuz it is what you've done and what u've been
if you fuck up
im telling tim
take your word out...?
you won't play agin until mid- ?street?
then ago this is the ?geno?
well i'll tell tim
im telling tim
im telling tim
im telling tim
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Heard it first from Reagan youth,
Dead Kennedys and D.I. too.
Wanna burn the effigie,
From DRI to MDC.
Guess what nostalgia sucks,
But I miss the days of Reagan punk.
We all shared the same enemy,
From CFA to Shattered Faith.
Heard it first from Reagan youth,
Dead Kennedys and D.I. too.
Wanna burn, the effigie,
From DRI to MDC.
Guess what nostalgia sucks,
But I miss songs about Reagan sucks.
We all shared the same memory,
From DRI to MDC.
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They're always doin' fry
They try to get me high
I felt the pressure but I never did
They used to call me dude
Put it in my food
I never wanted to when I was a kid
??? ???
Took my squirt gun
And made it a bong
My sister's name is Mary-Jane
And mine's Bud! Mine's Bud!
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Life of the party me and you
Life of the party two on glue
Throwing in and throwing down
We’re just two on glue
Turn this place into a den
We’re just two on glue
Something about who I am
Daughter dad just the son of Sam
Living large and getting small
We’re just two on glue
Turn this place into a den
We’re just two on glue
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What the fuck are you doing?
Don't you know right from wrong?
I didn't care you fucked my sister.
But please stop stickin' it in my mom.
Humiliations over come me,
My other friends laughing at my predicament of huge proportions,
Homie's eating out my mudders pie.
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I wanna see the constitution burn
Wanna watch the whithouse over turn,
wanna witness some blue blood bleed red.
Wanna Tar and Lynch the KKK,
wanna pull and shoot the NRA,
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Murder the government,
Murder the government,
Murder the government, and then,
Do it again yeah!
Murder the government,
Murder the government,
Murder the government, and then..
Murder the government.
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got a no string guitar
got a sun bathed head
im a rock n' roll star
i aint no musician
some things are stranger then fishin
know how to beat on a drum
know how to sing out of key
got some prescription drugs
i aint no musician
some things are stranger then fishin
yeah i know what i am chop up another gram
some of us have all the luck
no matter how much we fucking suck
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What gives you the right to tell others what to do?
You sit in judgement, you can't be wrong,
Your infallible power's undeniably wrong.
You can kill us in your wars,
You can jail us with your laws,
You can take away our bodies but we'll never fit the mould,
Cause you'll never have our minds, and you'll never have our souls.
You fill us up with lies,
Till our brothers we despise,
You live in fear,
You live by hate,
The wars are coming and you can't wait.
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Eric Melvin took PCP
One night in Hollywood.
It was pretty funny.
He kept saying, "Help me"
Over and over again.
Then he started puking.
That was cool.
Then he passed out.
That was boring.
Oh well
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You are a hippie,
You smell like skunk,
I'm your arch-enemy,
A middle class punk.
Get out,
Get a life,
Get a job,
Everyone's smoking grass,
Everyone is an ass.
Can't you afford to cut your hair?
Cause Frank and I will cut it off for free.
Never trust a hippie,
They'll sell you bad drugs.
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