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Sellin' Out
01:37
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Well, I'm sellin' out.
That's why I wrote this rad hit song.
I'm sellin' out.
Mondo airplay all day long.
I'm sellin' out.
I'll eat SpaghettiOs all day.
I'm sellin' out.
I'll even get paid when we play.
The girls I meet still smell like dirty shoes.
And, I'm huffin' gas instead of sniffin' glue.
My agent said that sales are up today.
I still had to sell my TV anyway.
I'm sellin' out.
I bought Nick a brand new bong.
I'm sellin' out.
Now he'll record me all day long.
I'm sellin' out.
I'm gonna be on MTV.
I'm sellin' out.
I scored a big deal with Pepsi.
My teeth are falling right out of my gums.
And, I can't afford OCs to make me numb.
It's worse than when I scooped poop at the zoo.
And, there's not a single thing that I can do.
I'm sellin' out.
(Think you can give me a lift to my mom's house?)
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2. |
Rollerblade Queen
02:11
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Each time I see her, it's too late, she's gone, she's passed me by.
She's royalty on rollerblades, I want to be her guy.
She's a rollerblade queen.
She's a rollerblade queen.
She's a rollerblade queen.
She's a rollerblade queen, and I want her!
She's a rollerblade queen.
She's a rollerblade queen.
She's a rollerblade queen.
She's a rollerblade queen, and I want her!
Days go by and I dont see her, and I wonder why.
Her friends are there but I don't see her, does she have a guy?
I'm so fucked up, does she care if I am still alive?
She's a rollerblade queen.
She's a rollerblade queen.
She's a rollerblade queen.
She's a rollerblade queen, and I want her!
She's a rollerblade queen.
She's a rollerblade queen.
She's a rollerblade queen.
She's a rollerblade queen, and I want her!
Holy fuck, I think I see her!
Dude! She's all alone!
In cut-off shorts, she's lookin' at my shirt, it's the Ramones.
I'm so glad that she's a punk, 'cause that's my way of life.
She's a rollerblade queen.
She's a rollerblade queen.
She's a rollerblade queen.
She's a rollerblade queen, and I got her!
She's a rollerblade queen.
She's a rollerblade queen.
She's a rollerblade queen.
She's a rollerblade queen, and I got her!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
And, I'm so fuckin' glad that she's my punk rock girl!
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Shervie drank more than Dillenger Four.
Shitfaced!
Now he's passed out on the floor.
Shitfaced!
He said he'd fuck Joe Queer's fine ass.
What else can I do but laugh?
Pourin' Bushmills down our throats.
I guess that's one too many toasts!
Shervie's fuckin' shitfaced!
Shervie's fuckin' shitfaced!
Shervie's fuckin' shitfaced!
Shervie's fuckin' shitfaced!
Go! Go! Go! Go!
Hey, Shervie, should we drink one more?
Shitfaced!
I'm Shervie, I'll out drink D4!
Shitfaced!
We put 'em down, he grinned a grin.
And then the room began to spin ...
We got him to the couch just fine.
Sweet ass! We had a damned good time!
Shervie's fuckin' shitfaced!
Shervie's fuckin' shitfaced!
Shervie's fuckin' shitfaced!
Shervie's fuckin' shitfaced!
Go! Go! Go! Go!
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4. |
Right to Life?
02:33
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Don't know what those morons think, oh well.
I'm fairly sure they think I'll burn in hell.
When I see them holding signs, I quickly look away.
I walk real fast until I pass them as they chant and pray.
I don't believe that God intended them to act this way.
Oh, yeah, Jesus saves, Jesus Saves.
Whatever.
Don't know why those morons pick on us?
I'll get a job, then we can take the bus.
I see them every time I need a few things from the store.
They treat me like a lying, thieving, gambling sick man-whore.
Alas, I wish I never, ever had to eat no more.
Oh, yeah, fuckin' sure.
So sure.
I never knew the life we live is so fucked up.
I guess they're killing babies in that car?
It's times like these that make me think how bad life sucks.
'Cause walkin' past those morons is so hard.
Don't know what those morons think, oh well.
I'm fairly sure they think I'll burn in hell.
When I see them holding signs, I quickly look away.
I walk real fast until I pass them as they chant and pray.
I don't believe that God intended them to act this way.
Oh, yeah, Jesus saves, Jesus Saves.
Fuck you!
I never knew the life we live is so fucked up.
I guess they're killing babies in that car?
It's times like these that make me think how bad life sucks.
'Cause walkin' past those morons is so hard.
I never knew the life we live is so fucked up.
I guess they're killing babies in that car?
It's times like these that make me think how bad life sucks.
'Cause walkin' past those morons is so hard.
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5. |
Mother What What
02:08
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Hangin' out with Mr. Perfect in his suit and tie.
Bet his shit don't even stink, he's such an awesome guy.
You make me sick, you asshole.
Don't waste my time, you fuckhead.
Don't even show your fuckin' face.
You stole my brother's girlfriend, you fuckin' tan caucasion.
You even got to bone her once.
You must be a stupid shit, And, I stopped sniffin' glue ...
Life's a motherfucker.
Life's a motherfucker.
Life's a motherfucker, then you die.
Life's a motherfucker.
Life's a motherfucker.
Life's a motherfucker, then you die.
Drinkin' beer and smokin' weed are not well paying jobs.
Sure we know, but we still do it 'cause we're misfit punks ...
They say you gotta work dude, and buy the latest gadgets.
You know you gotta have that, man!
Not kissin' ass, you fucker.
Not sellin' out to please you.
I'm not a corporate wiener dog.
We know that you're full of shit, and we know what to do ...
Life's a motherfucker.
Life's a motherfucker.
Life's a motherfucker, then you die.
Life's a motherfucker.
Life's a motherfucker.
Life's a motherfucker, then you die.
Die! Die! Die!
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