Playlist Freak

Four days three nights two more shows
One more pop song and I’m gonna explode.
Two long months on the road
Twenty more miles to the next show
Pop songs pop songs all along
Makes me wanna smash the radio
In my head is all I hear
Pop songs pop songs pop songs suck
Fuck you and your MTV
All I need is one more Beer.

Going to China

It’s a good day for a nuclear war
But I’m just waiting for the bus
I just want to kill you all
But I’m just waiting for the bus
Wait wait here comes God
Dressed just like a stupid cop
Plastic badge plastic gun
Made in China or Taiwan.
Got my ticket to China I’m gonna get my plastic gum
Got my ticket to China I’m gonna get my plastic cop
Got my ticket to China I’m gonna get my plastic god.
China in my head, but why should I even care
Just start another war, business as usual
I vote I’m OK, stock market’s OK why should I give a shit
Look what happened to Tibet.
Got my ticket to China I’m gonna buy my plastic gum
Got my ticket to China gonna buy a congress man
Got my ticket to China I’m gonna but a brand new
A violent seductive cold killing machine
Just another sweatshop

Therapy TV

Therapy is not for me, sell it on TV
I tried to be like everybody else
But I failed time and time again
When I was twelve my mother used to say
Stay in school you’ll be all right
I didn’t listen so look at me now
Well I guess I’m not all right
I sit around all day and I just scratch my ass
Nothing to do, but most of the time
I feel much better than working your stupid jobs
Makes no difference now
It’s all a big fucking lie
Therapy is not for me sell it on TV

Part Time Punks

Walking down St. Marks Place
See so many faces, they come to city places
They came out for the day
They like to walk together, always look trendy
I think it’s a shame that the all look the same
Here they come lalalalalala part time punx
Then they go to Irving Plaza to see Green Day
They saw Kennedy play them on MTV last night
They like to buy the new Exploited
They read about Waddy, but he’s too ugly
So they buy Rancid instead
They play their music really loud and mosh in their bedrooms
In front of their mirrors
But only when their mom’s not home
Panhandle on the corner but always use toothpaste
And they got 12.50 to go see Offspring tonight
Here they come lalalalalala part time punx

FCC

Fuck FCC what did they ever do for me
Nothing that I can think of
They censored my TV and my radio
PMRC that’s what they’ve done for me
We’ll sue their ass see who’s laughing last
Nothing that they can do
Much to their despair we’re back on the air
What are they gonna do
Have you heard of the first amendment
Have you heard of the freedom of speech
You ass kissing beaurocrats
Sucking politician’s cocks
Fuck you and your FCC what you have done for me
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck your FCC !!!

My Life

You tell me what I can and what I can’t do
You think you know me well but you don’t know shit
What you don’t understand it’s not your problem
It’s my fucking life I’m living
My life no regrets that’s right no regrets
Your system works just fine creating numbers
You do what you are told without a question
I want to smash it up and break your windows
Litter suburbia and send you bomb threats
My life no regrets that’s right no regrets
I wanna break my face in the mirror
I wanna put my fist thru the window
I wanna see my blood spilling all over
Instead I go outside and join the mainstream
My life no regrets that’s right no regrets

Cop Party

Twenty thousand pigs at my door
Can’t you see I’m not alarmed
Knock knock knock some more
Cause for you I’m not at home
What’s your party? What’s your party?
What’s your party? COP PARTY
Everybody you’re all busted it’s a party
Bring the choppers and the tanks to the party, COP PARTY
I’m blue she’s green
I’m yellow brown with stripes on my back
I have no clue I don’t know what you mean man
I’m red she’s black
Put our bare assess on a poster and call it
The United Colors of Poverty and Shame
What’s your party? What’s your party?
What’s your party? COP PARTY
LAPD NYPD blue what you do for me
I can’t really see I can’t really see what you do for me
I’ve no sympathy when you get shot down
I’ve no sympathy when you bite the ground
What’s your party? What’s your party?
What’s your party? COP PARTY
Everybody you’re all busted it’s a party
Bring the choppers and the tanks to the party, PIG party

Fish

There’s been a lot to talk about the environment lately
But all around the block kids just do their homework
Why go to school there’s nothing to learn
Teacher’s a jerk and I just get bored
City kids born and bred they live in their apartments
Get their milk in the cartons their eggs in styrofoam boxes
Yeah they love you then blow you away
Then they go and kneel down and pray
My first live fish I saw it at the pet store
There’s been a lot of talk about the environment lately
But all my bathroom walls are filled with bloody ducks
Black smoke in my lungs Black smoke in the air
I just stand there smile and stare
My first live fish I saw it at the pet store

No More Lies

No pushing, no shoving, none of that
Hey kids be nice for a friendlier safer punk rock
Well us, we’re retarded know nothing about that
So we decided instead to fuck it all up
Live your life in a plastic bubble, never go outside
Everything is nice and pretty when you are on the inside
Your TV has all the news everything you need to choose
They tell you what is good or bad while they try to sell you a car
No smoking no drinking no spitting no fun
Yes I got my plastic bubble made by Disney or some other
Corporation try to sell me whatever they are making
Mickey Mouse, the war on drugs, Barney it’s all a scam
I refuse to understand the purpose of governments
No Mickey No Barney No Barbie No Fun
Your society dictates what is right and what is wrong
I prefer to choose my own find my own path all alone
No politics no police states no governments no more lies

Alcohol

5000 years of drinking why would I stop now?
My liver is shrinking to the peanut size
Alcohol Give me more
I want to be like Scotty or like Gary Wreck
Every morning when I wake up I need to get my shakes
Alcohol, give me more
Scotch whiskey, beer, wine give me anything that’s fine
On the rocks or straight up chilled or warm I don’t give a fuck.
Alcohol, give me more
Spend my cash on cheap swill I say I won’t but you know I will
Got so drunk I pissed my pants
I can’t walk but I’m punk as fuck
Alcohol give me more

Aliens

Even the dog wears a raincoat today
Thoughts pouring down into my brain
Aliens get uglier, aliens
First time into the light
Believe me you don’t wanna know what it’s like
Aliens get uglier, aliens
Like scary monsters out of a box
Making faces calling out, mommy
Aliens get uglier aliens

Jerks in Progress

In ’85 I thought that every one was cool
And that I hung around downtown
Went to Holliday and Aztec Lounge
And we’d end up always at Blanches.
In ’89 I found that I’m still around
With the funky crowd still downtown
We’d go to Wha Wha Hut and Downtown Beirut
And we’d ended up at the Mars Bar.
In ’91 the crowd started to change around
But I’m still downtown just hanging around
They got the funny shoes and bell bottom blues
And they all look like Johnny Thunders.
In ’99 I drop a lot of acid and hang at the Sweetwater
My name is jerk
Why don’t you come and play cause I’m here to stay
Just a jerk a jerk in progress.