I would like to crush your pointed head/You fucking puke/I think you wet the bed/I would like to punch your stupid face/Grab you by your punk rock hair
When freedom is in hiding from morality when you've finally scrubbed this great land clean of those values you hold in such high esteem when you've finally
something exciting to say they STILL wouldn't air you because you'd be wearing your extra large "Fuck Censorship" t-shirt and a long, long, long time ago, long before you were evn born
Janelle is awfully bright/For a fresh girl of eighteen/She knows all the punk rock sites/And does a cool fanzine/Janelle can be so tactful/A quality that
The upturned ruptured palms the pleading eyes that hide the spite that want to forgive us wretched insects if only we'd learn how to get in line there
War waged on the people government lies fueled by fear trust the unity of money and machine gun a bullet in the head for my indiscretions how much oppression
I'd have to say my favorite housing project is the one where my grandmother died I'd have to say my favorite housing project is the one between the river
You certainly aren't the victim shocked as you may seem the mna stands up for chivalry when it's fuck you on the street I can't say how many times it
There was this friend of mine, needed something we couldn't give convenient answers and a cheap way out killed himself without actually dying, took a
year ease the mind ditch the guilt and alls right and just on xmas eve the jokes on them the dead are never gonna rise again Rise again on xmas morning
This is the tits and the ass so relax kick back get comfortable and suck comes in three flavors you might want to try new grape the fight's not on 'til
Witness to a crime but I lost track of the times violence against women against half of humankind meshed with our culture part of our civilization ground
We came to take over your one room or maybe displace your parents from their bed as the special guests of honor you've been at the factory for hours already
The American Dream the good father wants to paddle it one way democracy it's our gift to the savage the good father the holy saviour rests one hand on
Rush Limbaugh's on the air again proving they're all guilty until proven... When he hits the captive rush hour they'll be laughing right along. Aunt &
No, it's not what we meant to say. We dona??t really love each other. What happens when the summera??s over? How long before distance becomes a chore?
our word Born as ghosts, a warning, you sufferers Begin to speak our word Born as ghosts We're the children born as ghosts Born as ghosts, born as ghosts
One more just passed me by. I'm running out of fake interest in everybody doing shit. I think about ten months ago when I was drinking in Seattle about