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Lunch In A Sack U.S. Bombs When I was born Down on the farm Guitar plinkin' And we 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 In & Out U.S. Bombs downtown hangin around over and 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 Rumble Fishers U.S. Bombs Guitar sounds, the drums splash Our bowl is hot like a sauna We've looked around the playgrounds It's sucker fish and Piranhas Stuck in a tank Lost in Space Tracks of the train going nowhere We must repeat Rocks In Memphis U.S. Bombs I can't forget shit, I get from other bands I can't forget kickin' dope in a cargo van Memphis winter in a frigidare It gives me more character pissed out winds United Air crossed the Mississippi bridge 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 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 Isolated Ones U.S. Bombs Can't buy you Cadillac, a diamond ring There's no dough in the ghetto A nine to nine, got a barmy life And I broke all the windows, we are the isolated ones We're gonna run, run, run, get my loaded gun 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 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 John Gotti U.S. Bombs Bring in the mob! John Gotti John Gotti Bring in the mob! Billy Club U.S. Bombs Billy club wears a uniform, his dream job's to be a cop His hero was G.I. Jaks U.S. Bombs 'cause id rather work on breakin my own bones with some style ya know Go 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 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 Framed U.S. Bombs Intro: Oklahoma city bombing cover up Timothy McVeigh is innocent By preponderance of evidence Lets get it straight a cover up is no accident Evidence isolates the patsy lone assassin Conquer and divide 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 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 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 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 Majestic Twelve U.S. Bombs Establishment of a ruling class Is not to be discussed Those who formerly ruled Were given signals and commands A minute group of men And a few women Have a pact in common called The Majesty Twelve Rockefeller Die Alone U.S. Bombs Walked all around through London Town Hung awhile on carnaby What happened to the Soho What happened to Kings Road A revolution blitze Completely smashed to bits Of kids, what about the future I thought 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 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 Beetle Boot U.S. Bombs Mackn with Trish in the dark on the docks Turn the ambulance sirens up emergency Baby, I ain't one to wait I gonna get your britches off Any day now there gonna drop the bomb And were gonna be a bucket 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? 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 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 Her & Me U.S. Bombs without her i cant get up and lace my shoes down at the corner i get her and we recluse gave me a million dreams stripped me of everything sick to my guts im your eternally her and me makin out on the 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 Not Enough U.S. Bombs There's not enough, there's not enough There's not enough crash every night in a different place Daylight's doin' time birtha's just a ghetto slag cross the state lines Always on the road rollin' to the 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