1. |
Don't Fuck with Ohio
00:38
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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
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2. |
Fast Food Suicide
01:29
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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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3. |
Smalltown (2003)
01:25
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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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4. |
American Euro-Trash
01:18
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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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5. |
Skashocton
02:35
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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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6. |
I Blame
00:44
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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
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7. |
I Hate Children
00:30
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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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8. |
Rich Bitch
00:13
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Only Bob knows
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9. |
I Was Raped by a Zombie
02:10
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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
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10. |
It Should Not Be (2003)
01:21
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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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11. |
John Wayne was a Nazi
01:49
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12. |
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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
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13. |
Moon in St. Matthews
01:50
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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
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14. |
No Future for Me
01:27
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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
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15. |
P.I.G. (2003)
02:21
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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
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16. |
Prozac Nation (2003)
01:56
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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
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17. |
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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
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18. |
Beat You Down (2003)
02:31
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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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19. |
Fucked Up and Wasted
03:34
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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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20. |
Tin Town
02:47
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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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