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Got A Right
02:33
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All you politicians put a hex on me, living in a brand new oligarchy
I’m gonna take up a life of crime, singing hey brother can you spare a dime?
We’ve got holes in the soles of our second hand boots, lives bought and sold by men in suits
Living past the age of industry, what’s left for you and me?
Got a right got a right, got a right to live
Gotta take everything that they’re not gonna give
Gotta fight gotta fight, gotta fight to live
Gotta take everything that they’re not gonna give
It’s so hard to know where we stand, keep trying to decipher the general plan
Its most important feature: burn the past and squander the future
Dead Moon and Sado-Nation can’t save my generation
We’ll be footnotes lost in revision, known for bad luck and good television
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Office Drunk
01:32
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Headache at your desk, liquor in the drawer, can’t get out of your cage
You’re a would-be daytime drunk with a shitty hourly wage
For excitement there’s a swivel chair, pencils in a cup
This isn’t what you wanted when you thought about growing up
They take what they want and they leave the rest behind
You’re a pile of paperwork, out of sight and out of mind
You’re grateful for your paycheck, and you don’t wanna be a slob
You’re a miserable wreck, quit your fucking job
Fantasizing things from outer space coming to take you away
Little green men in your cubicle leaving files in disarray
There’s your manager’s voice yelling get the fuck inside
Don’t worry about it, man, I’m going for a ride!
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Crime Wave
01:26
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Condos going up, yuppies moving in
Let's start a crime wave, start a crime wave
Let's run them out of town, I know how to begin
Let's start a crime wave, start a crime wave
An all out crime wave is the plan of attack
Let's start a crime wave, start a crime wave
Don't let them feel safe, take our neighborhoods back
Let's start a crime wave, start a crime wave
Break some windows,slash some tires
Steal some cars, start some fires
Let's do everything to bring the crime rate up
Rent's going up, can't afford to eat
Let's start a crime wave, start a crime wave
But there're bullshit boutiques up and down the street
Let's start a crime wave, start a crime wave
Let's rob them blind and make them go under
Let's start a crime wave, start a crime wave
Turn their capitalist dreams into a fucking blunder
Let's start a crime wave, start a crime wave
An all out crime wave in the plan of attack
Let's start a crime wave, start a crime wave
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Hang Up
02:01
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I don’t wanna be seen with you, why don’t you leave me alone?
Instead of getting too drunk on a Thursday night, trying to call me on the telephone
You say you been missing me, you wanna be my man
I don’t wanna walk around with you, much less hold your hand!
You’re crushing hard
It’s easy to see
I am going to hang up on you
Before you’re hung up on me
Maybe wash your hair for once, maybe learn how to flirt
‘Stead of strolling up to me at the bar in that shitty Hawaiian shirt
You think you’ve got something to say that I might wanna hear
Nah, shut up, just leave me alone, don’t try to buy me a beer
[bridge]
Calling me up all day and night, what’m I sposed to do?
Yap yap yap about this and that hoping I’ll take pity on you
Well you won’t find the way to my heart by ringing my phone off the wall
Listen to Protex, don’t ring me up, I’m not gonna answer your call!
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Wasted Mind
02:40
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So polite and deferential
She’s got so much potential
What would we have done without her?
Don’t you think it’s a pity about her?
Ever since she got out of that place
All her hard work has gone to waste
So ungrateful for our favors
We tried so hard to save her
Broken body and a wasted mind
I’m just looking for another creature of my kind
Broken body and a wasted mind
I’m just looking for another creature of my kind
Always wanna feel like you belong
By telling all the other punks that they’re doing it wrong
How far you gonna go to make people like you?
It’s not a condition you oughtta get used to
Think you’re so tough but you’re probably not
You’re crying in the liquor store parking lot
Just look at you, yeah, such a fucking mess
Should’ve gone to the cops when the wounds were still fresh
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No Pity
01:41
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Take your double standards and burn them to the ground
If I catch you in an alley then we’ll run you out of town
You say it’s talking shit, I say it’s self defense
You say it’s paranoia, I say it’s common sense
You can’t see that this is no way to live
You think I’m picking fights, you ask me to forgive
You patronize me, try to put me in my place
I’ll exorcize you, kick you in the face
You might call me childish, a pathetic lying brat
What’s in it for me to lie about something like that?
Take my reputation and drag it through the mud
I’m not looking for humiliation—I’m out for blood!
I’ve got no patience for your adolescent games
You think you’re different but they all treat you the same
You’re disappointed things aren’t working out your way
I’ve got no pity, I’ve got nothing more to say
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New Pompeii
01:41
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New Pompeii is the place to be
New Pompeii, New Pompeii
The trendy fucks flock to this city
New Pompeii, New Pompeii
Two looming giants sleeping nearby
New Pompeii, New Pompeii
Waiting to blow ash into the sky
New Pompeii, New Pompeii
You have a false sense of protection
Living in the shadow of ashy extinction
Just wait until the eruptions begin
And your ash-filled lungs are burning
So quickly we forget the past
New Pompeii, New Pompeii
30 years ago a 27 megaton blast
New Pompeii, New Pompeii
The northern giant unleashed death
New Pompeii, New Pompeii
Destroying acres with its ashy breath
New Pompeii, New Pompeii
New Pompeii is the place to be
New Pompeii, New Pompeii
To relive the events of 1980
New Pompeii, New Pompeii
But just remember Vesuvius
New Pompeii, New Pompeii
Next time that could be us
New Pompeii, New Pompeii
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8. |
Party Rock
02:01
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I don’t give a shit about your little scene
All those people just treat me mean
Always sponging off the rich kids
Buncha fuckups and dipshits
Blah blah blah, you talk and talk
About party drugs and party rock
I would use my dying breath
To let you know that you bored me to death
Talk a big game like you finally made it
It’s bullshit, and I hate it
Think you’re some kinda tough motherfucker
You’re nothing but a sucker, sucker
You act like you know a whole lot about art
When you’d rather be playing Mario Kart
You really wanna start some kind of fight
Because someone else took your DJ night?
Your makeup’s so nice, wouldn’t wanna spoil it
Powder your nose in the East End toilet
No politics, just piety
You’re just another drain on society!
Remember when you first moved to town
All the older crowd who put you down?
Talked behind your back, laughed in your face
Til you grew up and took their place
Think you’re cool now but wait a while
That bar you like’ll go out of style
And when this social order falls,
You’ll be first against the wall
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Sloppy Kisses Portland, Oregon
Rose-vocals
Jeramy-guitar/backing vocals
Jason-bass
Spiz-drums
Sloppy Kisses recommends:
Get Me Out of This Hell
by Wild Mohicans
This is the other band Jason plays bass in!
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This is the band Jeramy plays drums in!
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D O T T I E A T T I E
by Dottie Attie
This is Rose's old band!
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by ALL HITS
supported by 4 fans who also own “Demo”
this scratches an itch that i haven't been able to reach in far too long. cheers!
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Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments.
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