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Children of Reagan

by Children of Reagan

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1.
You can fuck with Texas You can fuck with Minnesota if you want You can fuck with this shit southern states Flying their confederate flag on their court house lawn Don’t fuck with Ohio Don’t fuck with Ohio Don’t fuck with Ohio Don’t fuck with us You can listen to your shit country-fried-rock And punk that sounds like cowboys drunk But me I’ll take the old school punk That is only found in the Midwest scene Don’t fuck with Ohio Don’t fuck with Ohio Don’t fuck with Ohio Don’t fuck with us You can take your East Coast Scene New York City shove it up your ass You say Ohio punk is dead You just haven’t heard The Indigents Don’t fuck with Ohio Don’t fuck with Ohio Don’t fuck with Ohio Don’t fuck with us
2.
Ate Taco bell almost everyday Along with a lot of greasy fries And when he went out to eat He would get extra meat on the side The human body just can’t take That much meat and grease He pumped his colon full And never allowed himself proper relief No one knew he wanted to die So he committed fast food suicide No one knew he wanted to die So he committed fast food suicide His friends all laughed and teased About how he was getting flab The joked and told him that He had to cut out the fat He would just grin and laugh as He said “I like my greasy meat” Then he would order another burger And some fries and a deep fried treat No one knew he wanted to die So he committed fast food suicide No one knew he wanted to die So he committed fast food suicide No one knew he wanted to die So he committed fast food suicide No one knew he wanted to die So he committed fast food suicide No one knew he wanted to die So he committed fast food suicide No one knew he wanted to die So he committed fast food suicide
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I hated high school walked down the halls watched the snotty bitches go by heard them laughing at me in a small town NOW LOOK AT ME YOU SMALL TOWN BITCH I’M BETTER OFF THAN THE FOOTBALL JOCK YOU WANTED TO FUCK Got hassled by the pigs in a small town Got hassled because I was different Got hassled because I thought NOW LOOK AT ME YOU SMALL TOWN PIG I’M BETTER OFF THAN THOSE JOCK BOYS YOU LOVED Got followed by preacher man told me I was evil because I listened to the wrong sounds because my hair was long NOW LOOK AT ME YOU SMALL TOWN FUCKS I’M BETTER OFF THAN THOSE GOOD PEOPLE YOU LOVED
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Dancing around in your shinny shirt You think that you are fucking cool Dancing around with your glow stick You think that you fucking rule I don’t give a shit about your statement I don’t give a shit about your clothes Ripped off styles from punk rock heroes Trying to pretend you are original American Euro-Trash American Euro-Trash American Euro-Trash Fuck You American Euro-Trash American Euro-Trash American Euro-Trash Fuck You “I only listen to Techno music It reminds me of when I get I But I don’t smoke pot anymore I only use X – its beautiful to try” Take your X and dance around You look like a piece of shit to me All I see when I look at you Is want-to-be hippies American Euro-Trash American Euro-Trash American Euro-Trash Fuck You American Euro-Trash American Euro-Trash American Euro-Trash Fuck You “Hey you trendy pieces of shit… suck on this…” You say you are so trendy In your designer clothes Claim that you are German but you where born and raised in Ohio You go to all the trendy clubs and dance around wearing lights following the new fashion trend now that Jerry’s dead American Euro-Trash American Euro-Trash American Euro-Trash Fuck You American Euro-Trash American Euro-Trash American Euro-Trash Fuck You
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Skashocton 02:35
We gained our reputation By intimidating All of these Who would see us fall With our fucked up hair And faded denim jackets We promised to stand together If backed against a wall But I never seen those people again I guess that should be no surprise Because we all know that friends come and go But if one of them came up to me in a bar maybe on the street and said I need your help I would still have their back We gained our reputation By intimidating All of these Who would see us fall With our fucked up hair And faded denim jackets We promised to stand together If backed against a wall Used to go out on a Friday night Maybe Saturday or Maybe not We would drink Beer in my car and listen to Dead Kennedys We would drink the liquor that we stole from the shelves of the corner store and smoke the cigarettes we took from my friends dad We gained our reputation By intimidating All of these Who would see us fall With our fucked up hair And faded denim jackets We promised to stand together If backed against a wall That all seems like such a long time ago since we went out to have some fun when we would run into some Jock Boys and get into a fight and when the cops started coming to the sounds of the sirens we started running and when we got away we would call it just another Saturday night We gained our reputation By intimidating All of these Who would see us fall With our fucked up hair And faded denim jackets We promised to stand together If backed against a wall
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I Blame 00:44
I blame the media I blame doom I blame everyone I blame you I blame everything except for me I can not take full responsibility I blame the church I blame fast cars I blame society It gave me scars How can I be blamed For actions that I choose How can I be blamed When its so easy to blame you I blame the president I blame the pope I blame the man who sold me dope I blame everyone except for me I can not take full responsibility I blame the government I blame the TV I blame the NRA anyone but me How can I be blamed For actions that I choose How can I be blamed When its so easy to blame you
7.
I hate children I hate children I hate the way they smell I hate the way they scream I hate the way they yell I hate the way they piss On everything around I hate children I hate children
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Rich Bitch 00:13
Only Bob knows
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Walking through the graveyard Just the other night I was all alone I had a fright I don’t believe it It won’t be on TV She had committed The perfect crime on me I was raped by a Zombie Oh! Woe is me I was raped by a Zombie The mental strain on me I went home to momma She said to me She just couldn’t believe it So she beat on me I don’t believe it It won’t be on TV She had committed The perfect crime on me I was raped by a Zombie Oh! Woe is me I was raped by a Zombie The mental strain on me I went to the police They just looked at me They didn’t believe it So they arrested me I don’t believe it It won’t be on TV She had committed The perfect crime on me I was raped by a Zombie Oh! Woe is me I was raped by a Zombie The mental strain on me Now I’m in jail Waiting for parole Because of a Zombie Just another undead whore I don’t believe it It won’t be on TV She had committed The perfect crime on me I was raped by a Zombie Oh! Woe is me I was raped by a Zombie The mental strain on me
10.
They say it should not be A Person like her with a person like me just hanging around having a drink without something more happenings she sits beside me at the bar smoking cigarettes and drinking beer we laugh at those who don’t understand we laugh at those who point and stare They say that something’s never change even those who preach equality never want to believe when they see us hanging around that nothing else is going down A friend of a friend came up to me speaking angrily about how it should not be making assumptions about what we are just because it is something they could never be TV and movies say it should not be a person like her with a person like me just hanging around having a drink without something more happening They say that something’s never change even those who preach equality never want to believe when they see us hanging around that nothing else is going down
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Johnny was a skinhead and now Johnny’s dead wore boots and braces with red laces in his Docs cut his hair real short done the skinhead thing but Johnny liked the status believed in the spirit of ’69 Johnny was a skinhead and now Johnny’s dead Johnny was a skinhead and now Johnny’s dead because of the stupidity of the people who believe MTV Everybody thought Johnny was a racist the racists thought Johnny was a red but Johnny was neither he was just a trad skinhead just wanted a Chelsie Bird just wanted to have some fun Johnny was a skinhead and now Johnny’s dead Johnny was a skinhead and now Johnny’s dead because of the stupidity of the people who believe MTV MTV ran a special said all skins where bad said all skins where racists implied all skins should be dead Some Jock-O boys saw it Saw Johnny on the street Those Jock-O boys took Johnny and beat him until he was muther-fucking dead Johnny was a skinhead and now Johnny’s dead Johnny was a skinhead and now Johnny’s dead because of the stupidity of the people who believe MTV
13.
Fed up with his life He was trying to make a change Tired of the congregation They laugh at him behind his back Oh in the church tonight They’re in for a shock Oh in the church tonight There’s a moon in St. Matthews There’s a moon in St. Matthews There’s a moon in St. Matthews tonight Why don’t they listen to him He was trying to stop Armageddon Why don’t they hear his call He was trying to cause world peace Cat… Pants… Chicken… Dance… Fed up with all their worries Fed up with all their pains He was going to show them a part of him They had never seen before Oh in the church tonight They’re in for a shock Oh in the church tonight There’s a moon in St. Matthews There’s a moon in St. Matthews There’s a moon in St. Matthews tonight Fed up with the vow of celibacy Fed up with the world He wanted to take a wife Dropped his pants before Jesus Christ Oh in the church tonight They’re in for a shock Oh in the church tonight There’s a moon in St. Matthews There’s a moon in St. Matthews There’s a moon in St. Matthews tonight
14.
I never thought it would turn out this way When I look about to when I was young But I guess that sometimes things change From the way we planned it And I never wanted to believe I would be the one wearing a suit Working 80 hours a week For some big corporation When I look back when I was young (No Future) I think about the way I planned it (No Future) Somewhere thing turned out differently (No Future) I always thought there was no future for me Everyday I go to work and I hide behind a mask I never let them know About the other side of me I wonder if they would be shocked If they ever found out That when I go home at night I don’t keeping living their corporate dream When I look back when I was young (No Future) I think about the way I planned it (No Future) Somewhere thing turned out differently (No Future) I always thought there was no future for me And when I think about All the times I’ve had I never would have dreamed Things would have turned out like this But I can not say That I have no regrets But I would never go back To the plans I used to have When I look back when I was young (No Future) I think about the way I planned it (No Future) Somewhere thing turned out differently (No Future) I always thought there was no future for me
15.
P. I. G. P. I. G. Get down on your knees and suck my dick and maybe I’ll let you out of this traffic ticket If you refuse then I’m afraid I’ll have to beat and arrest you I’ll shove my nightstick up your ass as my buddies watch and laugh and when we’re through we’ll let you go because no one will believe you P.I.G. – that spells pig P.I.G. – that means cop P.I.G. – fuck the boys in blue P.I.G. – we’re fucking sick of you So you say that you got raped well in this state that’s not a crime hey, but if you fuck us all maybe we’ll talk to the offender for you So you say your innocent then why do we have hostage with our guns I’ll beat you down to the ground and piss on you just for fun P.I.G. – that spells pig P.I.G. – that means cop P.I.G. – fuck the boys in blue P.I.G. – we’re fucking sick of you You say I’m suppose to protect you that makes me laugh right in your face I’ll beat you until your blue because I do not like your race you say I violated you civil rights so I’ll just shoot you in the head I claim that you had a gun and hide behind my golden badge P.I.G. – that spells pig P.I.G. – that means cop P.I.G. – fuck the boys in blue P.I.G. – we’re fucking sick of you P.I.G. – that spells pig P.I.G. – that means cop P.I.G. – fuck the boys in blue P.I.G. – we’re fucking sick of you
16.
The AMA is the new cartel Take your drug and you’ll feel well You’ll feel no more pain Of course you won’t feel anything So now your a zombie well good for you was it really worth the cost the cost of your free thought So now you take you pill every day be a good little boy or a girl you had better do just what the doctor told you was it worth the cost of your identity to get rid of the pain and the anguish inside of you was it worth the cost of your identity to escape the emotional pain and your emotional baggage Nobody … feels pain anymore Nobody … has clear thought anymore Nobody … dreams dreams anymore In the Prozac Nation Nobody … has emotions anymore Nobody … hurts themselves anymore Nobody … can ever be unhappy In the Prozac Nation So you say that you have always felt bad every goddamn day of your life I hate to break the news that’s called the human condition So now how will feel when you realize you can’t cry when someone that you love dies was it worth the cost of your identity to get rid of the pain and the anguish inside of you was it worth the cost of your identity to escape the emotional pain and your emotional baggage Nobody … feels pain anymore Nobody … has clear thought anymore Nobody … dreams dreams anymore In the Prozac Nation Nobody … has emotions anymore Nobody … hurts themselves anymore Nobody … can ever be unhappy In the Prozac Nation
17.
So That’s What you think of me Well it doesn’t matter much to me What gave you the idea That I give a shit about what you think Did you think I was going to stay When there was no reason for me to hang around Just setting around waiting for you To catch up with me I’m Not Going to Hang around Whoa … oh … oh … I got to go I’m not going to stay about Whoa … oh … oh … I got to go I’m not going to hang around Whoa … oh … oh … ohhhhh So you want to personify Your sense of destiny onto me Just face it, I’m not after The same things in life as you I never planned to stick around This fucking dead in town If that was what you thought Then you where wrong about me So that’s what you think of me Well it doesn’t matter much to me So you want to personify Your sense of destiny onto me Well, I never planned to stick around This fucking dead end town If that’s what you thought Then you where wrong about me
18.
I remember back in 88 when they tried to bring me down they labeled me a deviant, they hauled me off down town they used no cuffs no guns, they said they were my friends as long as I gave them a list of all my buddies sins and I remember how back in 92 they used their billy clubs to beat down a group of kids coming out of a night club I don’t remember what I did back in 88 to get drug in but it seems the same in 92, beat down for nothing All the punks know when big pig truck comes that its time to go, time to get out because if the pigs find you standing around they’ll use their wooden clubs to Beat you Down Well back in 88 I told them shit so they let me go I had done nothing wrong so they could not keep a hold but they followed me and watched for me to make a mistake so they could drag me back in to get out of me what they wanted so in 1990 when I got the cash I got the hell out of town I moved to the bigger city where I thought the cops would leave me alone but soon I learned that once your on that criminal list the harassment from the PD it never seems to end All the punks know when big pig truck comes that its time to go, time to get out because if the pigs find you standing around they’ll use their wooden clubs to Beat you Down
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Fucked Up … I’m lying on the floor And Wasted … I’m looking for more Playing out, out on a Saturday With The Indigents, out in the tiny town Drinking beer, having fun, dancing around When we’re done, we’ll drink another round Old drunk sitting at the bar Making comments to the punks who walk by Barroom hero, one of the old kind Drink too much decided to start a fight He’s a barroom strong guy you know the type, gets drunk and wants to fight Talks shit about everyone until someone gets sick of it and stops his fun Just a push, a little shove and he’s down on the barroom wood Getting up he starts to fun stumbling and yelling towards the door Fucked Up … I’m lying on the floor And Wasted … I’m looking for more Out of work after a Friday Head out down to the local bar Buying rounds everyone having fun But someone always goes too far Here he comes up in my face again Let’s take this outside is what he says I don’t know what his problem his I don’t know what the fuck I did to him You know the type when they start having fun they always start up a fight Up in your face talking shit again putting down all of my friends People say why don’t you go outside take him out and take him down But I just smile because I don’t give a shit I’m going to have another round You know the type when they start having fun they always start up a fight Up in your face talking shit again putting down all of my friends People say why don’t you go outside take him out and take him down But I just smile because I don’t give a shit I’m going to have another round Fucked Up … I’m lying on the floor And Wasted … I’m looking for more Fucked Up … I’m lying on the floor And Wasted … I’m looking for more
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Tin Town 02:47
Stuck in Tin Worn If I had a tail, I think I'd be chasing it I've had it up to here with this everyday shit Give it all you got, give 110% But when it boils down, you barely make the rent Look around, you will see There's nothing there but the poverty stricken Slumlords get rich, get rich They don't fix, their wallets are thick So thick, so thick, so thick They make me sick, so sick, so sick White Trash No Cash Broken Down Unsound But for me yeah, it's all the same You cannot get ahead when you're playing their game Change to meet their standards, give up your rights Your right to be yourself, your right to fucking fight Look around, you will see There's nothing there but the poverty stricken Slumlords get rich, get rich They don't fix, their wallets are thick

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Recorded in 2003 by Dan Boyd at Moo Pig Face Studio.
Mastered by Joe Vears

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released August 1, 2003

Brian Reagan - Guitar, Lead Vocals
Bob Reagan - Drums, Vocals
Rob Reagan - Lead Bass, Vocals
Matt Reagan - Bass, Vocals

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