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NOFX
NOFX


Информация
Откуда Los Angeles, Southern California, United States
Жанры Punk Rock
Ska punk
Melodic Hardcore
Hardcore Punk
Годы 1983—н.в.
Лейблы Fat Wreck Chords
Epitaph Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Fat Mike
El Hefe
Eric Melvin
Erik Sandin
Бывшие участники
Dave Allen
Scott Sellers
Scott Aldahl
Dave Casillas
Steve Kidwiller



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Альбом NOFX


Ribbed (1991)
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Sometimes I think of all the places I don't wanna go
Then I think of all the things I don't wanna do
Think about the people I never wanna meet
I close my eyes and I go to sleep

Tully baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars
I'm the prince of poverty, I hang around in bars
You're life's a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool
My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel

Your obviousness disgust me, I see through your macho lies
I'll fight everything you stand for
There's something in your purse baby, my head's getting sore
Maybe what we had was just green corn

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Talking about the Moron Bros'
tattooed fingers, tattooed toes

They're idiots, losers, they're scum
taking avantage of everyone
you're a dog, they're your fleas
doing everything they can to spread disease

They'll take your beer, they'll take your drugs
leave with you microscopic bugs
their company is something you won't miss
then your icetrays are filled with piss

Chorus:

They are the Moron Brothers
don't get along with others

they'll whine, they'll bitch, they'll fuck you if you're rich
they'll leach, they'll latch, they are the itch you can't scratch
Do do do do do do do do do do do do do ....

They'll ink your face, tape your eyelips closed
tabasco's in your mouth
there's mustard up your nose
when your head is shaved you'll think the worst has passed
just try to move your leg
they've put you in a cast

Chorus

they may not go down in history
but they'll go down on your sister
and your mother
and your father

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yeah yeah

In the morning I awake
I feel my bladder about to break
I scratch my balls I rub my eyes
just feeling lousy
my girlfriend tells me that
it's time to take a bath
I say '' no, not today, it' only Tuesday''

Once every 24 hours
I'm supposed to take a shower
that's not the way I do it
do it do it
personal hygiene is the last thing on my mind
I don't wanna do it
do it do it

Chorus:
You know it doesn't make a difference to me
everyday I do the same old thing
so why should I have to be clean ?
those dreaded Wednesdays and Saturdays
also known as shower days
I hate them

Chorus

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"I'd rather have a bottle in front of me
I'd rather watch 10 hours of tv
But since I can't I'll think of food
I'll think of sex
I'll think of music
And I'll think of you

I'd rather have a cold one by the sea
I'd rather have you sitting on top o'me
But since I'm here and you're so far away
I'll read about Zaphod Beeblebrox
As I pass the day, hey
I'd rather not spend my whole night driving
I'd rather not be on so much caffeine
But since you're in bed and I'm sleeping on some floor
I'll think of you and I'll wish that I was home"

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Looking back to the past,
predictions of the end
Unseen ultra violet rays
are beating on my head
Nuclear threat wanna bet will be our demise
The day will come when we'll look to apocalyptic skies
When the news had spread, that soon we'd all be
dead
Well it just blew our minds
No one could have guessed that our worst fears at
best
Figments of our time
So it seems that our dreams will never come to be
How could such a stupid thing destroy humanity?
A few weeks till extinction and there's nothing we can
do
A message sent to other worlds will say, "It was just the flu"
There's no lesson to be learned
There's no one left to learn it

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Get outta my way
Can't you see I'm from L.A?
I've met Slash, I've got a rose tattoo
I bet I know way more people than you

I just love this town
My girlfriend weighs 84 pounds
I met her at the Cathouse where I get in for free
She pays the rent while I watch TV

When we go out tonight
Gotta get my hair just right
Tight black pants and blue suede shoes
To get my picture in Rock City News

Gotta get those flyers out
I might meet a talent scout
And he'll talk contracts with me
Fame, fortune, MTV

Rock City News

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Something is lacking, I’m not attracting
My boobs are not as big as I want them to be
I want 36D

I’m not receiving enough affection
Gonna get me a silicon injection
And fulfil my dreams, burst outta my seams

My social life is pathetic, I can’t find a man
What I need is cosmetic surgery
Be the best I can be

Proteins and milkshakes, mass vitamin consumption
Who needs to diet when liposuction is painless and quick
Local anesthetic

Now my body is a model
A flawless perfection
I most certainly will cause an erection wherever I go
But I still don’t know

The reason why I can’t find a mate
Guys I meet ejaculate
Then leave through the door
I can’t take anymore

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it's been a long time
Now it's time to get your bubble burst
Things are bad enough in this world
Why do you have to make them worse?
Day after day, you just gotta get it

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So sick and tired of your bitching and complaining
So long you've been oppressed while others lives are gaining
Want reparations, you're needy and deserving
Can't understand why some are served while you're doing the serving
Anything but responsibility

Where's my slice?
I want more than equal rights
I want everything for free!

You waste your time concerned with what others are earning
You want a revolution to start the tables turning
A demonstration to make a better nation
We'll spend the day protesting all the problems that we're facing
Anything but face reality

Where's my slice?
I want more than equal rights
I want everything for free!

Your brilliant theory
How the world owes you a living
You'll take away from others
The things they should be giving
They own the pie and you want your share
Whoever told you life was fair?
You were dealt your hand - now play it

Where's my slice?
I want more than equal rights
I want everything for free!

. . .


(Together on the sand)
Together on the sand
we walked hand and hand
on the beach front
She smiled at me
and she tightly held my hand
I had my finger up in her.....

Country music played on the radio, so I turned it off
we walked down to the water
as she grabbed on to my honker
the waves swept us away

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You can't believe
the thing you see and read
the Soviet threat
our pseudo enemy ( what's scraring me ?)
our foreign policy
to make the world safe for business
call it democracy

Our human nature, it's all the same
we spend our lives in the pursuit of happiness
so stop the hate, open the iron gate
it's our destiny to make the cold war history

You think I give a shit
if you're a socialist
if you're a capitalist
we've all got to exist
on this planet with nowhere to run
the millions of brainwashed must open their eyes
we are one

With us over here and them over there
barbed wire borders are going nowhere

. . .


Somebody hear me, somebody listen to me
Am I alone in this world
Is there anyone listening?
Appease me, can't find a reason to be
Alienation, is taking over me

I'm going away, can't go on any longer
I really don't know why I just gotta die
I never thought this was how it would end

The body swinging,
I see it over and over again
Vanian singing, can I ever listen to it again?
A cry for attention was a cry never heard

With no one listening,
There was nothing to be heard
Nothing to be heard

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Sitting in room waiting for some news
sitting a room with white knuckles
not feeling so good
I didn't do the thing I should

I said '' Doc, tell me what's wrong with me '' ( what's wrong with me)
he had this expression he didn't know what to say
'' It seems that you've contracted a new stain ''

How could this happen to me?
another victim another casualty
from fucking casually, another casualty

All the times I should have worn a jimmy hat
all the times I said '' What the fuck, I won't look back, that's not for me''
I wouldn't listen to reason
now look at me

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Jenny, so many times I tried to get away
But you kept following me all over town
I'll display it, there's no way to say it
I don't just want you,
I just don't want you around
I don't want you around,
you follow me around
It's really bringing me down.
I don't want you around
When it was time to go I had nothing to say
Don't you look at me,
don't you look at me that way
"I love you!" Oh, really? Please go away
What gave you the idea?
Get it out of your head
You follow us around,
we're not the Grateful Dead
I wanted to be friends but you wanted more
So, like I told you before,
I don't want you around

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Did you get that rush, that feeling, adrenalin pumping through your veins?
a lifeless body in the gutter, city streets are stained
how do you rationalize, what do you see in your reflection?
a kid just having fun, a soldiers bloodied boot impression

One for all and all for one, especially when it's ten on one
you don't care what you're doing, you know it sure is fun
if it happened to you mother would you laugh so hard?
well, that was someone's son or brother that you kicked so hard

But this time you went too far (you went too far)
what's the matter, don't you feel alright?
do you feel remorse?
or are the handcuffs on a little too tight?

Now that your friends are gone, you've got no defense, no protection
5 or 6 times a day you receive your hot beef injection
I hope every time you're cornholed terror fills your mind
the one emotion you have inspired one too many times

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