1. |
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
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2. |
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
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
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3. |
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 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
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