1. |
FFA
02:01
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Blue coats and shit kicking boots
They would kick your ass for anything
Never went to regular class
Instead they learned to shovel cow shit
I remember that back in those days
I got in a fight over a farming queen
Blue coated goons after me
I had to run to get away
HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY
Back when we thought heavy metal was cool
The FFA ruled the school
Back when we thought heavy metal was cool
The FFA ruled the school
Our whole school smelled like pig shit
They would come in from the farm covered in it
Wearing their hank and Alabama t-shirts
Their hair was short, with dirty asses
Yeah, I had a mullet back then
I used to be a fucking metal head
Future Farmers of America
They hated me and I hated them
HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY
Back when we thought heavy metal was cool
The FFA ruled the school
Back when we thought heavy metal was cool
The FFA ruled the school
We used to get into fights
The FFA and the metal heads
Both would sneak behind the track
To drink some beers after class
Of course back then we fought with our fists
We had the guts to stand and fight
But they always made me smell like shit
And I hated them for it
HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY
Back when we thought heavy metal was cool
The FFA ruled the school
Back when we thought heavy metal was cool
The FFA ruled the school
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2. |
Behind Me
02:16
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Times we’ve had have come and gone
Look around those times are gone
I never thought once about the future
No time left to look back now
No time left for regrets
I never gave a thought about tomorrow
Oh Oh I always wanted to go
Away from those things behind me
Oh Oh I strive to get away
From my past that haunts me
Just sit back and have a beer
We can go anywhere from here
That’s what keeps things moving forward
Cigarettes and Alcohol
Have always been my brick wall
And I know someday I’ll come crashing
Oh Oh I always wanted to go
Away from those things behind me
Oh Oh I strive to get away
From my past that haunts me
When I go back to my home town
I take a moment and look around at
All the people I once knew
Ann is dead and Keith is near
They always planned ahead
If only they had knew
Oh Oh I always wanted to go
Away from those things behind me
Oh Oh I strive to get away
From my past that haunts me
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3. |
Jimmy Said
02:47
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Jimmy said when he got married nothing was going to change
Jimmy said when he got older everything would stay the same
Jimmy said he would never stop hanging out with the crew
I expected more from Jimmy, but what are you going to do?
Saw Jimmy on the street today
He didn't even return my wave
He just turned around
turned around and walked away
Jimmy and I used to be friend
Saw him on the street now and then
but now he won't even talk to me
says I need to grow up just like him
Jimmy said when he got married nothing was going to change
Jimmy said when he got older everything would stay the same
Jimmy said he would never stop hanging out with the crew
I expected more from Jimmy, but what are you going to do?
I'm not bitter about that
that Jimmy won't talk or wave
but we used to be the same
now he puts me down for it
I understand the choice
I understand wanting to make a change
but to put down what you once were
that just makes you a hypocrite
Jimmy said when he got married nothing was going to change
Jimmy said when he got older everything would stay the same
Jimmy said he would never stop hanging out with the crew
I expected more from Jimmy, but what are you going to do?
But on the day Jimmy got married everything started to change
and when Jimmy got older nothing stayed the same
Overnight Jimmy changed stopped hanging out with the crew
but Jimmy was a hypocrite liar, what are you going to do?
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4. |
Punk Rock Girls
03:50
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She walks into the bar and everyone turns and stares
All the guys there are thinking they wish that she was theirs
But this is not ‘52, she cannot be owned
Not there for the market, she’s just there for the show
Goes to the bar and buys herself another drink
Plaid skirt, black boots, Exploited on her shirt
Stands in front of the band, waiting on the show to start
Sing along with every Oi and every Hey in every song
She’s the one dancing in the pit
Throw beer on the hardcore band and call them shit
She’s going to kick that big guy’s ass
If you’re going to buy her a beer, it had better be a Pabst
I don’t want a June Cleaver type of woman
I don’t want to live in a 1950’s world
I don’t want a world full of Mary Kay women
I want a work full of Punk Rock Girls
Tattoos & piercings have never made the punk rock scene
But they look good on her, on her arms and on her face
She’s no June Cleaver, she’s always in controls
As she spits on the floor and says “I’m going to puke”
If she gets too drunk there’s going to be a fight
She’s always starting shit with the big skinhead guy
Throws down her cigarette and kicks his tough guy ass
Stumbles home alone to sleep it off and start again
She’s the one dancing in the pit
Throw beer on the hardcore band and call them shit
She’s going to kick that big guy’s ass
If you’re going to buy her a beer, it had better be a Pabst
I don’t want a June Cleaver type of woman
I don’t want to live in a 1950’s world
I don’t want a world full of Mary Kay women
I want a work full of Punk Rock Girls
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5. |
What are you Going to Do
04:23
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Out one night, stopped by some cops
Just walking around, I haven’t done a thing
Question me about what I’m doing out
I didn’t know it was a crime to walk about
Driving home after a show
Stopped by a road block that says “Just say no”
Stop everybody on a random street
Blow in this to see if you’re still free
What are you are going to do?
What are you going to say?
What will you do when it’s you?
Kids come out after Skinny Puppy play
Police don’t like it so they start to mace
Suddenly a crime to be standing on the street
If you’re not wearing the uniform of the perfect teen
Right wing fat cats shoving down our throats
Christian right beliefs about morality
No right to choose, no right to speak
No right to express when you don’t agree
What are you are going to do?
What are you going to say?
What will you do when it’s you?
Hide all your art now put it away
If people don’t like it you’re going to pay
Stop paying attention just watch your TV
Just blindly follow the majority
Shut your fucking mouth, close your fucking mind
Your only right now is the right to be silent
Don’t rock the boat, don’t speak out
Watch your civil rights be cut down
What are you are going to do?
What are you going to say?
What will you do when it’s you?
Military slowly replaces the police
as we lose our rights to free speech
Everything soon will be a terrorist plot
Take your ass to secret prison and lock you up
What are you are going to do?
What are you going to say?
What will you do when it’s you?
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6. |
Good for the Economy
03:28
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They say it’s good for the economy
Toiling away 12 hours a day
End up working half my life away
While death comes ripping after me
Up in the morning and off to work
Work all day as a number for a jerk
I have to wonder if this is the best it can be
Home late once again
Not enough time for the important things
I have to consider if this is how it should be
They say it’s good for the economy
Toiling away 12 hours a day
End up working half my life away
While death comes ripping after me
Weekend comes, got to work again
Seven days a week it’s always the same
Home late once again, just in time for bed
This is not how I imagined my life
I think my younger self would kick my ass
When he found me wasting away for a wage
They say it’s good for the economy
Toiling away 12 hours a day
End up working half my life away
While death comes ripping after me
Monday morning you know it’s all the same
Saturday, Sunday nothing changes
They say no pain no gain
But it seems a lot more like no gain for pain
Maybe it’s time to take control
Start living my life for me
Take a hint from David, Johnny, and Jello
But something tells me I’ll be back again
They say it’s good for the economy
Toiling away 12 hours a day
End up working half my life away
While death comes ripping after me
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7. |
Death by Cactus
04:05
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I drive in a car; me and my friends
We keep going along; cactus in front of him
I hit the brakes; we hit a tree
My friend falls forward; it's a terrible sight to see
It's death.... By Cactus
It's death.... By Cactus
That Bastard.... Made him dead
It's death.... By Cactus
They pulled the needles out; for forty days and nights
Blood was everywhere; I'll remember for the rest of my life
I don't know what happened; even to this day
All I know is my friend had died; he can't come out to play
It's death.... By Cactus
It's death.... By Cactus
That Bastard.... Made him dead
It's death.... By Cactus
When I close my eyes; when I go to sleep
I can still see the blood; that cactus tried to drink
It hit him in the face; it hit him in the eye
It just waited for the moment; to make my friends die
It's death.... By Cactus
It's death.... By Cactus
That Bastard.... Made him dead
It's death.... By Cactus
Why would anyone; have a cactus in their house
When they know they will die; and the cactus will laugh
Don't be fooled; the cacti rule the earth
We can't never defeat them, they're invincible
It's death.... By Cactus
It's death.... By Cactus
That Bastard.... Made him dead
It's death.... By Cactus
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8. |
Sweet Addiction
03:20
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The first time I saw you
I knew right then I’d never want away
You wiped the pain away
Complete and utterly
I still remember
The first time that I felt you
Fear almost over took me
Then it washed away
When I hold you to my arm
I cannot let go
You control my life
My sweet addition
People say you changed me
But who cares about them
You’re all I need
To keep the demons at bay
I thought I might regret
But I had to try
Now you’re everything
In complete control
When I hold you to my arm
I cannot let go
You control my life
My sweet addition
The only fear for me now
Is life away from you
Some people don’t understand
But that’s their problem
Things might never be the same
But there are no regrets for you
I’ll always keep you with me
My sweet addiction
When I hold you to my arm
I cannot let go
You control my life
My sweet addition
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9. |
Jerry was a Metalhead
05:16
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Jerry was a metal head, now he’s settled down
Bought himself a house and a car in a small town
Married the first girl he met, had a couple of kids
Still works at a security job, but now it’s for nothing
Jerry told me once he would never give up the sound
Would always listen to metal, wear his mullet proud
Jerry always said he would never settle down
As he drunk down his 30 pack and passed out on the ground
He was a metal head
And now he’s not
Jerry was a metal head
But now Jerry’s lost
Jerry’s wife told him he had to settle down
Stop listening to metal, get a job in town
Jerry sold his truck, cut his mullet off
Now he listens to Diamond Rio instead of Testament
Now Jerry goes to work every fucking day
To support 2 kids instead of buying CDs
Everyone says Jerry finally grew up
But Jerry says he feels like he is lost
He was a metal head
And now he’s not
Jerry was a metal head
But now Jerry’s lost
Last time I saw Jerry he looked broken and beat
Got drunk on 2 beer while talking about his kids teeth
Jerry just needs big guitars and 2 bass drums
There’s not enough energy in the music of Alabama
Jerry just sat there and looked at his feet
Jerry said he wished he had never given in
Everybody says Jerry’s living good
But Jerry lost it all for the American Dream
He was a metal head
And now he’s not
Jerry was a metal head
But now Jerry’s lost
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10. |
No Morality
01:20
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My moral fiber is broken
I don’t know what to do
How am I supposed to handle
this breakdown in my mind
My head is spinning
with demons and booze
how can I handle
life with no morality
My ethics are crumpling…. No morality
My mind is breaking…. No morality
No more voices in my head…. No morality
Telling me right from wrong… No morality
How can I tell
What is right from wrong
without the voices in my head
that tell me when I’m wrong
How can I live
In society
without the voices in my head
there’s no morality
My ethics are crumpling…. No morality
My mind is breaking…. No morality
No more voices in my head…. No morality
Telling me right from wrong… No morality
My moral fiber is broken
I don’t know what to do
How am I supposed to handle
this breakdown in my mind
How can I live
In society
without the voices in my head
there’s no morality
My ethics are crumpling…. No morality
My mind is breaking…. No morality
No more voices in my head…. No morality
Telling me right from wrong… No morality
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11. |
Self Destruction
02:45
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Your advertisements say to me
I should not smoke cigarettes
But I’m going to smoke them anyway
I don’t care what you say
Your propaganda tells me
I should not drink so much beer
But I’m going to drink it anyway
I’m going to live my own way
I don’t want to be the one stuck in a rut
Thinking about what I could have been
I watch everyone who is just like me
And realize I can never be one of them
I’m not going to set at home
Thinking about my self-destruction
No time to take stock
Of my self-destruction
I’m not going to be the one
Complaining about my self-destruction
I’m just going to live it up
Not worry about my self-destructive ways
Everyone keeps telling me I’m
Too old to go to the show
But I’m going to go anyway
I don’t care what they say
Everyone keeps telling me that I’m
Too old to jump and dance
But I’m going to dance anyway
I’m going to live my own way
I don’t want to be the one stuck in a rut
Thinking about what I could have been
I watch everyone who is just like me
And realize I can never be one of them
I’m not going to set at home
Thinking about my self-destruction
No time to take stock
Of my self-destruction
I’m not going to be the one
Complaining about my self-destruction
I’m just going to live it up
Not worry about my self-destructive ways
Everybody tells me what they say
Is for my own good
But I’ll decide what’s for my good
I don’t care what you say
Everyone keeps telling me
To settle down and be like us
But I don’t care if you’re too afraid
I’m going to live my own way
I don’t want to be the one stuck in a rut
Thinking about what I could have been
I watch everyone who is just like me
And realize I can never be one of them
I’m not going to set at home
Thinking about my self-destruction
No time to take stock
Of my self-destruction
I’m not going to be the one
Complaining about my self-destruction
I’m just going to live it up
Not worry about my self-destructive ways
Self-destruction
Self-destruction
Self-destruction
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12. |
Overlooked
01:32
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Back in high school
You where something
Were the favor
Of all the girls
Now in the real world
You are nothing
Even lost
Your best girl
I guess you made the wrong choice
Put your faith in sports
Should have trusted those open books
I bet you feel really stupid
Realizing you’ve been overlooked
Now you work,
In the factory
Got married
At age nineteen
You must be
Depressed
Realizing you are
All you’ll ever be
I guess you made the wrong choice
Put your faith in sports
Should have trusted those open books
I bet you feel really stupid
Realizing you’ve been overlooked
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13. |
16th and High
03:22
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Punks standing around before the show begins
Batman's up front waiting on the band to go
All hell breaks loose as the band begins to play
It's not a fucking anthem, just another fucking day
All the punks and skins are dancing, having fun
swilling down the beer to the band on the stage
But, out in the Alley, testosterone starts to flow
Just a bunch of assholes, just another frat
16th and High there's going to be a fight tonight
There's going to be a fight down at 16th and High
16th and High there's going to be a fight tonight
All my friends are down at 16th and High
All the punks and skins are lined up on the street
facing off with jock boys who want to beat the freaks
all the punks are piss drunk and ready to go
the skins are excited because there is going to be a row
The frat kids are pumped, too late to back down
the only thing to stop this now is the siren sound
everyone is facing off there in the street
down at 16th and High where we all meet
16th and High there's going to be a fight tonight
There's going to be a fight down at 16th and High
16th and High there's going to be a fight tonight
All my friends are down at 16th and High
you better be ready for a fight tonight
punk kids and frat boys are lining up to fight
16th and High there's going to be a fight tonight
There's going to be a fight down at 16th and High
16th and High there's going to be a fight tonight
All my friends are down at 16th and High
16th and High there's going to be a fight tonight
There's going to be a fight down at 16th and High
16th and High there's going to be a fight tonight
All my friends are down at 16th and High
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14. |
Devil Sign
02:33
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Having a party on Saturday night
Last ones left sitting around
As we sit around and drink
And we talk about life
Suddenly we start to sing along
To every motherfucking song
And as we sing along
every song becomes the same
I Make the Devil Sign at You
I Make the Devil Sign at You
I Make the Devil Sign at You
I Make the Devil Sign at You
It's easy just sing along
Just raise your fist and make the sign
So get your arm up in the air
Come on and make that affront to god
Come on and join along
Raise your fist and make the horns
Pinky and Pointy in the air
Don't Forget to tuck your thumb
I Make the Devil Sign at You
I Make the Devil Sign at You
I Make the Devil Sign at You
I Make the Devil Sign at You
NOW SATAN SAYS LET'S HOE DOWN
We Make the Devil Sign at You
We Make the Devil Sign at You
We Make the Devil Sign at You
We Make the Devil Sign at You
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