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Shirtcockin' (an intro)
01:30
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AAAHHHH!!!
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Audiophile
03:07
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Hey little girl I love lovin’ you
And all the sounds you made yeah I like them too
So let me hear you say whoa yea just a little more
Let me hear you say whoa yea my little girl
Won't you stay don't walk away the road's much too long
Won't you say oh whoa oh oh
Won't you lay don't walk away the road's much too long
Sing it girl oh whoa oh oh
Oh yea
Submissive girl crawlin' back to me
Well if you prefer now baby I'll be the one down on my knees
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Tattooed and actin’ bad
Just like a cro mag and oh
Whatcha trying to prove?
I wanna know (wanna know)
Well you know you killed the fun today
Well you know now kid you're gonna pay
Well you know just go away
Oh you know you killed the fun today
Wavin' a black flag
You got a dog to wag and oh
Who you tryin' to fool?
I wanna know (wanna know)
Oh everyone in the audience readin' the Punk
Rock Rulebook I hate
You can all go fuck yourselves and I'll masturbate
You're pulling shit out the bottom of your ass
I'm making shit off the top of my head
One more time I'm gonna tell it to you
And maybe you'll fucking get it
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Midnight Girl
04:00
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They say she walkin' on down on the street
They say she lyin' in all the backseats
But I
I get to have you for free
So darlin’ does that mean you love me?
She ain't alone at night
She found a way to pay the bills alright
I Don't wanna know if it's true
They say she chargin' for all her time
Her daddy hits her if she don't pay for her crime
But I
I get to have you for free
So darlin’ does that mean you love me?
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Tea Leaf Shuffle
02:04
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Everybody's doing just a brand new dance
(oh yea baby oh yea baby)
All you gotta do is just-a take off your pants
(oh yea baby oh yea baby)
Under your legs and your girl shuffles down
(oh yea baby oh!)
Balls in your face
C'mon baby get balls in your face
Oh my baby get balls in your face
Oh my baby darlin' oh
C'mon everybody now
She's a cool chick with a guy I know
(oh yea baby oh yea baby)
He's a cool cat with a rhythm and flow
(oh yea baby oh yea baby)
Guys can do it too there's no need to frown
(oh yea baby oh)
Balls in the air
Balls on the floor
C'mon baby do it and you do it some more
Everybody's gonna do this brand new dance with me
One more time now
Taking off his pants like a meat machine
(oh yea baby oh yea baby)
Loaded up on poppers cigarettes and caffeine
(oh yea baby oh yea baby!)
One more time do this dance with me
(oh yea baby oh!)
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There's no lyrics you big silly dummy, this one's instrumental!
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Johnny T's OD
02:10
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I wanna move to New Orleans
So I don't have to be anything
And if I want I can drink until I die
And shoot myself out into the open sky
Well Johnny Thunders he was MIA
They couldn't find him for a couple of days
He had a one track mind and track marks on his arms
It was harvest season on the heroin farm
I wanna be like Johnny T
I guess its time for me to OD
A needle and spoon I wanna ride that horse
So Mother Nature can take her own course
I wanna see the red before I'm blue
Another victim here on Smack Avenue
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The Bonestripper
01:57
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Dumb Punks
Damn drunks
Crust fund life in the streets
Fixed gears
Smug sneers
You're just so damn elite
The hardass homies in their homemade cars
Cruising slow and they're chasing the bars
Jerkass fratboys with Jack Johnson guitars
Now it's time for you to ride
The Bonestripper
Hardcore
Are you sure?
You scream with nothing to say
My visions hazy
I'm gettin' lazy
Hippies get out of my way
You beat your Bible suckin' on Mary's teat
And you're talkin' to a ghost that you won't ever meet
You're on your knees for the Eucharist treat
Now it's time for you to ride
A rollercoaster of death
It rips the bones from your flesh
One helluva ride
Now you're all gonna die
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Uncle Mike
03:15
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Fade Out
Burn Out
He rolled up to my house in a black Chevrolet
And it's all right all right
I knew he wanted a cool place he could stay
And it's all good all good
Two months parole he punched a cop in the face
And it's all right all right
And now he sleeps an hour from Santa Fe
And it's all good oh
Uncle Mike
He always seemed so strange to me
Uncle Mike came home today
And now he's here to stay
He ordered hookers like he did overseas
And it's all right all right
He drank his bottles through blood and broken teeth
Says it's all good all good
He lit a joint and it went straight to my brain
And it's all right all right
I'm gonna puke
I got a disease
And it's all good oh
Fade Out
Burn Out
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Last Call
03:14
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So so so done
With the drama baby
Won't climb all the ladders
In your club
The top drops me six feet under
To another world
Of trophy girls and trophy guys
You think you got me
But I gotta surprise and uh oh
There's one thing
That I want you to know
Oh I'm so so over you
Well I'm at last call
And checkin’ out
Oh I’m so so over you
Well I’m at last call
And checkin’ out
Lookin' lookin'
Like you're cryin' baby
I won't hear all the lies
That you try to speak
You got your eyes closed
And your halo's bent
No redemption
In the bottle or bed
You're gonna suffer
Till the day that you're dead
And you know
Well I'll pour one out for you
Oh I'm so so over you
Well I'm at last call
And checkin’ out
Oh I’m so so over you
Well I’m at last call
And checkin’ out
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Glitter Dick Albuquerque, New Mexico
Play like Berry. Act like Iggy. Look like Bowie.
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