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Jesus H. Christ
01:15
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There’s no way I’m gonna believe
In some old man that I can’t see
Or in some omnipotent white guy
That is supposed to live up in the sky
Jesus Fucking H. Christ
Just shut up and let me live my life
Jesus Fucking H. Christ
Just shut up and let me live my life
I’m not going to listen to some jerk
Trying to teach me about the church
He preaches like he knows what right
But what can he know about my life
Jesus Fucking H. Christ
Just shut up and let me live my life
Jesus Fucking H. Christ
Just shut up and let me live my life
I don’t need to read a book
To find out how my life should look
No ancient book could ever see
The modern problems that plague me
Jesus Fucking H. Christ
Just shut up and let me live my life
Jesus Fucking H. Christ
Just shut up and let me live my life
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2. |
Bear Ill Of Monkeys
01:23
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Millions of people live in fear
As their wonder drugs are recalled each year
Vivisection won’t help you when you hurt
Animal research just doesn’t work
The world is deaf to an animal’s screams
Triumph of the vivisector’s dream
But how can anyone justify
The billions of animals that suffer and die
In the name of science and sadistic love
They kill more animals to make new drugs
Animals suffer from researcher’s might
Locked in cages and cowering from fright
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3. |
I Hate You
01:25
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4. |
P.M.R.Clinton
01:18
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It may take a village to raise a kid
But it doesn’t take you much to be a hypocrite
All you had to do was win a Grammy
And collect it in the name of the PMRC
To honor you was the ultimate disgrace
Perpetuated in very poor taste
To think that they would give a prize
To someone engaged in so many lies
FUCK YOU HILARY CLINTON
Do you think that we’re too blind to see
Your fucking lies to the PMRC?
Do you think your Grammy for censorship
Doesn’t make you a hypocrite?
So just take your village Hilary
And shove it up the ass of the PMRC!
‘Cuz while Tipper Gore lives in your house
You can shut your fucking mouth
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5. |
1-800-97-Jenny
00:58
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What are you going to do? You can’t get a date
You better call Jenny before it’s too late
She’s got doctors on hand to prescribe you phen-fen
You will lose more weight with a speed addiction
Call 1-800
97-JENNY
She’s got doctors on hand to prescribe you phen-fen
Call 1-800
97-JENNY
You will lose more weight with a speed addiction
Jenny Craig has got just what the doctor ordered
A speed addiction and an eating disorder
So if you want to attract the guy next to you
Just try some Jenny Craig and anorexia
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6. |
Killer Neighbour
01:33
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Squid
03:01
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It ain’t easy when you’re on the streets
Especially when you’ve got a kid
But that was only a small misery
In the short life of Squid
He thought he had nothing to lose
He thought he had nothing to give
The only thing Squid had was his life
And that was eventually stolen from him
Squid, I miss you
Squid, My friend
Squid, Where are you
Squid, Will I see you again?
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8. |
Operation Unabomber
02:10
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Operation Rescue’s been at it again
They blew up a clinic that does abortions
They blew away a woman and her doctor too
They put an end to their rights to choose
Operation Rescue your time is now
Operation Rescue you’re going down
I’m sending you a package wrapped from O.C.
The unabomber’s got nothing on me
With an eye for an eye & a tooth for a tooth
I’m wrapping up explosives & I’m sending them to you
In manila paper trimmed with duct tape
Sent to your address with no return name
FUCK YOU
OPERATION RESCUE
You killed my girlfriend for having an abortion
Your bible told you that she had sinned
But your bible condemns your fate as well
So I’m mailing you your one-way ticket to hell
I have no bible and I have no gods
I have no sins to haunt me when you’re gone
‘Cus I’m no fucked up religious slave
I’m the motherfucker who sent you to your grave
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9. |
H.A.N.K.
01:39
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God to me is a corpse on a cross
That’s been dead forever and is still the boss
God to me are his fucking sheep
Told when to laugh and when to weep
God to me is the disease of AIDS
And all the children sent to early graves
I SEE GOD IN A NAZI PARADE
What in the hell in INRI?
What is IXOYE?
God-damn fucking shit my lord
You don’t mean nothing to me
I HAVE NO USE FOR RELIGION-
IT HAS NO USE FOR ME
God to me is an unaborted child
Abandoned on the streets to grow up wild
God to me is a child that’s poor
With a pimping dad and a mom who’s a whore
God to me is a dinner prayer
And beating a child with a dining room chair
God to me is a child in pain
And a very old man who’s going insane
God to me is a hypocrite
Saying a prayer and burning a witch
God to me is a holocaust
In which millions of non-believers are lost
God to me is a holy crusade
Spilling heathen blood with christian blades
I SEE GOD IN A NAZI PARADE
Why is it a sin to murder
And your carnage is all I see?
I HAVE NO USE FOR RELIGION-
IT HAS NO USE FOR ME
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10. |
Born To Die
01:14
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Why didn’t my mother abort me?
Why did she just abuse me?
Why didn’t my mother ignore me?
Instead of trying to bruise me?
Why did those kids attack me?
Why did they have to be so mean?
Why did they have to beat me?
And leave me there to bleed?
Why did they make it a sin
To have a fucking abortion?
And force me to live a life
Where I’m just born to die
Born to die
Born to die
I was born to die
Why did those cops arrest me?
Why did they have to target me?
Why did they have to beat me?
And lock me in a cell to bleed?
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11. |
Slinky-Dinky
00:58
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What stands on stairs?
Gets caught in your hair
When you swing it around?
A spring!! A spring!!
A wonderful thing!
Everyone knows it’s ‘DINKY’
It’s DINKY! It’s DINKY!
For kids who want to destroy
It’s fun for a girl and a boy
What stands on stairs
Alone or in pairs
And makes a slink-ity sound?
A spring!! A spring!!
A wonderful thing!
Everyone knows it’s slinky
It’s slinky! It’s slinky!
For fun it’s a wonderful toy
It’s fun for a girl and a boy
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12. |
Bill's On TV Again
01:16
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Bill’s on TV again
Get your gun
Load you gun. Do it now
Aim your gun
Shoot your fucking TV now
If you’re so smart then tell me Bill
Why I recieve such a thrill
When I have visions of seeing you killed
How come when I see you prez
I always want to see you dead
From my shotgun blast ripping through your head
Will spreads his oppression through MTV
On every channel from here to D.C.
And taxes us to pay for cable democracy
But America there’s no need to fret
Clinton won’t be a dire threat
When you cancel his show on the TV set
Vote with the bullet in your remote Mr. Gun
Fire one to turn off the Television
And another for the guy in Washington
If your set’s broken or it’s signal’s weak
And it won’t show an image of the geek
Then shoot at his picture glued to your TV
Load rounds in your weapons and get started
Bill’s on TV to act as your target
So shoot him in a show to not forget
Hammers slip as my trigger finger’s bent
And bullet filled chambers wait to be spent
To blast holes through the TV and president
Bill’s on TV again
Shoot the fucker now!
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13. |
For-Too
01:31
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You sit and complain something’s got to be done
But what can you do when you’re the only one?
You can’t start a revolution all alone!
But it takes just one person to throw a stone!
It’s useless to be all bark and no bite
If you don’t like the system, then you should fight
Walk in a picket line or in a massive march
Today, not tomorrow, it’s got to start
Use ink or paint to write when it gets too dark
It’s a powerful weapon to light the spark
Feed the fire and it will begin to grow
But we must act now! We’re moving too slow
We must act now before everyone dies
We can’t be overcome by hate, fear and lies
There may be no tomorrow! It may never be here
Still the fate of our future has to be clear
If you won’t do it tell me who
I’m afraid a revolution is up to you
Don’t wait for me or anyone else
If you want it to change, then change it yourself
You can’t be silent. It’s time to fight back
All you need to do is merely attack
You’ve dreamed your visions and cried your tears
It’s time to act up. You’ve wasted for years
Paint in a light bulb will work just fine
Throw it just right to take out a sign
You can make a bomb from baking soda and a pipe
A little pool chlorine will make it ripe
From years of programming your fate was made
Just tear it all down. Don’t be afraid
You have to act now before it’s too late
You can’t let society decide your fate
Empty your bottle and drink it fast
Grab a rag and grab some gas
Fill the bottle with gas. Use the rag as a cap
Now you got a revolution tool in a snap
Get to your feet and enter the night
It’s time to organize and fight
In a quiet dark alley belonging to your foe
Sneak up quietly and get ready to throw
Make sure your lighter has flint and fuel
It’s mandatory to energize your tool
Light the rag and chuck the load
Then flee to safety as it explodes
You burn their oppression from history
Now you’re off to help others be free
With every action there is more and more hope
It’s only through the revolution that we can cope
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14. |
Anal Probe
11:35
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Anal Probe
U.F.O.
I got abducted
For an anal probe
Late one night on a camping trip
I got abducted by an alien ship
They strapped me down and wouldn't let me go
Impaled me with an anal probe
Aliens sent here from the sky
With great big heads and big black eyes
To collect a harem of abductees
And force them to be probed anally
In the name of love
And the love for pain
They used me
For their twisted game
What they wanted I’ll never know
But eventually they let me go
Now no one wants to dare believe
Or maybe they just can’t conceive
That I got abducted for an anal probe!
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Litmus Green Los Angeles, California
So Cal punk rock since 1991.
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