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Don't Take It Back U.S. Bombs They're gonna take you to bed They're gonna give you one for free The side is lookin' good and they wanna turn you on Turn you on, try not to take a walk With all the other weeds just across the That's Life U.S. Bombs That's life, that's what I say, Shot up in April, strung out in may, But I know it won't, be too soon, When I'm back on, night train in June, I said that's life, as funny as it may seem, All of my Hobroken Dreams U.S. Bombs Smokestacks make the skies black So thick, I could hardly see I ain't gonna waste away for the price of steady pay Townsfolk look like zombies, gotta break away Got no welcome mats, you leave, no coming back Checkpoint U.S. Bombs taking our place in laptop World catchers goin' rye Bar tab cut and dry We will not eat tonight No choices for your own life A pirate's life for me We have to reap and rape We get no minimum wage We take 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 Youth Goes U.S. Bombs > street 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 Madagascar U.S. Bombs Two hundred loathsome cutthroats Armed to the teeth Hurling there grenades As they get closer to the beach We had cutlasses and blunderbusses Off to get an island with the only money tree Take it from Tora Tora Tora U.S. Bombs equality Don't dub us left or right Tora, tora, tora Tora, tora, tora Tora, tora, tora Tora, tora, tora Freedoms just another verb That they've put on a roof Analyze everything I say And take Her & Me U.S. Bombs stripped me of everything sick to my guts im your eternally her and me makin out on the toilet seet blistered together on the city streets she and me dripping in the sink chiils from the pins aint what it New Killer U.S. Bombs Quiet knocks on the front door Delivery eat the liver Pizzas for the stocking killer Feed it to the head in the freezer Ravaging inside the trash They're all on speed Place your bets the worms crawl in In & Out U.S. Bombs under in and out stanger now in a different town My babe so far away she at the top of the world im way down here way down under with the kangaroos right down im at the pleasure chest usin my mind i take 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 Croatia Breaks U.S. Bombs I live a third world life My people starve in poverty It's really nice to see a Band mean what they say I know your freedom's limited You've seen how it is for me Few that come through isn't often We just The World U.S. Bombs Lotta' paranoia everywhere Take a look out your door If it ain't the tube, it's the paper news Third World War or church They feed us all this phony propaganda They pawn it off as food for thought The John Gotti U.S. Bombs John Gotti John Gotti Dig up the Don and get his DNA A clone of teflon to clean the slate Vote no no no no On politicians Vote no no no no On Free Masons Bring in the mob! Bring them in! Jaks U.S. Bombs 45 M.P.H Go down hill on a skate Theres a Code that ya better know and there's one style & its to skate We skate in packs our flag is Jaks theres always time to race only a fool has a pool and keeps it Warstoryville U.S. Bombs Here lies the dead outlaws who lived One of the gang made a deal with Pinkerton Jesse Told Frank I'm goin' out with a bang shot in the back As soon as he turned his head The Midwest wranglers of eighteen 76ixties U.S. Bombs Me and my bike go everywhere together Just the same way evil did Me and my bike take pink slips All around the neighborhood Me and my anti-biker cycle We're cruisin' around We're downtown cruisin 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 Hand Me The Downs U.S. Bombs Too much pressure, gonna self explode The baggage keeps on pilin' up My future dangles from the end of a rope No coat tails to sew on my coat This is just a fame, it's just a game Good God above take me Bombs Not Food U.S. Bombs Jumped of the staircase When the barkeep threw me out I had to pack my suitcase When they said to leave town I looked up at the sign that said Bombs are not allowed I went and made my own sign too Ya can't The Contract U.S. Bombs An old motel broad side of the road there aint been a lick of sense the manager hides the lable sighsthrough booking agents and promoter ties The contracts runnin out tonight back to the laundromats tonight Die Alone U.S. Bombs A queens jubilee, the kings gettin change And Malcomb gets arrrested for publicity So let it Rock and Let it sex The fetish in the Punk rock is left fo dead At each others throat they couldn't trust themselves Cirenda U.S. Bombs We're all still on this earth because we all still have to learn To love and heal each other, blasphemy, I'll say the words Yesterday rotates the same old broken tape It false fide my pride to hate's a Yer Country U.S. Bombs In the country, it aint no tis of thee In the country, I'm proud to be ashamed The sham of 69 gear'd up for riots gainst police the country is rippin at the seams In the country, Woody Gunthrie took the Beetle Boot U.S. Bombs all the way And shoot the rockets in the rescue zone Roll over baby say hello daddy king Adoption papers ready come to Dixie A dysfunctional home hostage all alone Old soup on your apron babe I'll lick it Roll Around U.S. Bombs The UPS man just pulled up He dropped a package on the steps My ticket out is in that box Been waiting for a month I tore it up and ripped it out And slid on linoleum Unattached but I'm attached I roll Yanks & Rebs U.S. Bombs confederates fed up with this marched to the trenches in the woods of gettysburg the canister and shells they fell like rain marched onward to cold harbor seven thousand fell in half an hour the one's that made it Art Kills U.S. Bombs too much I killed you You made me snap I'm sorry corpse Spilled your guts with a hook You might recall we were constitutional You might recall we tore down the wall The road has gotten narrow They keep it 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 it