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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 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 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 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 The Contract U.S. Bombs 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 We know our place we're in 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 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? 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 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 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 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 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 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 Cirenda U.S. Bombs blasphemy, I'll say the words Yesterday rotates the same old broken tape It false fide my pride to hate's a soul waste It's a shame on season, for truth to keep the lights on Scripts are going to change, so Her & Me U.S. Bombs 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 toilet seet blistered together on the city streets she and me dripping in Skater Dater U.S. Bombs Had a treasure map that said Park it over at the asylum Took a gander over the fence To an empty left hand kidney Round and big with a perfect hip pearl White smooth surface tile's So blue fat coping lips 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 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 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 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 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 The World U.S. Bombs meet world of oil and coal No water, no jobs Cost of dyin' keeps goin' up like everything else Forefathers didn't foresee that there would be Always less for kids They left us a ball of clay to play with 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 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 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 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 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 Billy Club U.S. Bombs Scout blues to screw banaroos to code of silence Hand of the law has got control guilty of innocence I'm a compund fracture from the north of ontario I'm a no taught mannered product of my own That dunce in 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 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