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John Gotti U.S. Bombs John Gotti John Gotti We need a mob boss to run the states We need a leader who kills police Vote no no no no On Democrats Vote no no no no On Elephants Resurrect the dead John Gotti John Gotti Bring in Don't Need You U.S. Bombs > dont need you [4x] i dont get along with no one i cant stand it when you try to help im on the defense thats what wins as what the hell ya lookn at DONT NEED YOU heres the line so stay on yer side Bombs Shades Of Dawn I can make your head turn with just one word I don\'t need no bombs to make my voice heard Why when you strike me do you think I\'ll agree? Which bit did you not like to begin with? The Wig Out U.S. Bombs There's a brand new gig And it's called the wig Its not for your head Its not the jig Lossen up your pants And freak to the beat Take a slug of you beer And let it rip If ya had a hard day, then ya better New Approach U.S. Bombs Woke up at the motor inn I was feeling sick Living on cottons everyday gutter hype with no veins I need a fix, I need a front I need a new approach, a new approach I'm boosting good at the record store Goin' Out U.S. Bombs > get me a box of matches get me a load of pills need no key for yer city no time for cheap thrills this is what ya call action never got nothin' to do she never wants to be seen hangin' with me no That's Life U.S. Bombs a pawn & a king, I've been up and down over and out and I know one thing, Each time I find my self flat on my face, I pick myself up and get back in the race that's life I tell ya I can't deny it t U.S. Of Hate U.S. Bombs started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get hot Up steps George Jones We started clappin' And he started singin' A sweet little country song Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil Where have you The Gow U.S. Bombs Kill me I need the rest Put me out of misery Whole jungle on my shoulders my back's gonna break I'm a slowe for the gow Slave labor to slave And drag around Needle's broken in the ditch of burned out veins So In Fuck With You U.S. Bombs she's my partner we're on the take wanting to get cought for god sakes she's my best friend goes down with me she holds my hand even though i'm a freak i'm in fuck with you my love so in fuck with you Shot Down U.S. Bombs i bought a pistol and i'm gonna use it (one shot, two shot down) i got marshal law, it's in my hand (one shot, two shot down) two mother fuckers are gonna die you went behind my back for what was mine Art Kills U.S. Bombs Kill I kill too much I killed you Now I made a fucking mess A mop and pail to clean the blood Kill I kill too much I killed you You made me snap I'm sorry corpse Spilled your guts with a hook You might Don't Take It Back U.S. Bombs I heard you're angry because there's a 'cause Don't you remember what you're fighting for? Checkpoint U.S. Bombs What else can you do You bit more than you can chew The hand is feeding you Checkpoint, Charlie's coming soon Radar controls your moves Satellite, the baby food Human race will lose They're cloning me Orange Crunch U.S. Bombs started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get hot Up steps George Jones We started clappin' And he started singin' A sweet little country song Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil Where have you Outta Touch U.S. Bombs started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get hot Up steps George Jones We started clappin' And he started singin' A sweet little country song Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil Where have you No Company Town U.S. Bombs started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get hot Up steps George Jones We started clappin' And he started singin' A sweet little country song Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil Where have you Lunch In A Sack U.S. Bombs started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get hot Up steps George Jones We started clappin' And he started singin' A sweet little country song Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil Where have you Youth Goes U.S. Bombs survives a cocky kid suburban casualty care free young and dont fit in abbrasive around old sensitives targets himself cannon fodder remenates he slowly blows away walk thru it all and dont look back you Salute The Dead U.S. Bombs There's an o.d. case in the pool There's a couple passed out on the stairs Watch your shoes, 'cause they'll steal you, blind you Ain't gonna find the winners here A dead mans weekend has got my name On Rumble Fishers U.S. Bombs A school of sharks All about the dollar size in you up Size in you out! It's dirty pool, a School No rules We're comin' up, let's get 'em out, we're breaking out From all the fools and threw the ranks Billy Club U.S. Bombs innocence I'm a compund fracture from the north of ontario I'm a no taught mannered product of my own That dunce in the corner said wants to be a cop Caught me smokin' in the toilet stall Said I'll get you Good Night U.S. Bombs I'll be the last to understand While you were demoralized God damnit times still on your side A rolling stone no less the Dischords on the side Just add a star up in the sky With broken records broken Yanks & Rebs U.S. Bombs dogfighting planes over west germany the red baron'll say that you ain't his enemy somebody's hit they pulled the 'chute and the jumped ship a prisoner of war now counting bricks i'm proud to be(x3) an Tora Tora Tora U.S. Bombs roof Analyze everything I say And take it wrong to boot Smash fashion, fascism Smash fashion, fascism Contradiction figure it out Criticism Maybe you're just coming through So give me all you Not Enough U.S. Bombs a ghetto slag cross the state lines Always on the road rollin' to the next dive Always on the road tryin' to save our souls A lot of these people on earth are props Never gonna wake up like a pinball You Her & Me U.S. Bombs the pins aint what it used to be her and me-she and me 15 years to date shes been usen me on that persian girl ya taste oh so bitter sweet it started out as a fling we ended in the back alley my girl you Bloody Rag U.S. Bombs Tin soldiers fought for what we got and now it's lost Spirits of two hundred years gets laundrode in the wash The keepers of the key have lied to you They lied to me, millions died for a color'd cloth Joe's Tune U.S. Bombs I aint got no rhythm draggin me around i'm the white kinda color on the wrong side of town and all the people down in brixton town said hey white boy wont you lend me a pound aint got no pund no dollor Nothin' On Us U.S. Bombs Down the aisle my bride in black You were water and I was the tide at the bar I got in another fight I kissed the ground goodnight We stole plenty, we spent every penny Why not we're young and wrong