Music and lyrics
don’t know if you already such a thread, but well if so you got another one now lols.
I was just remembering my youth and I found out a couple of lyrics from some bands I used to listen too. So what do you and did you listen to, what has made a mark in your thinking etc?

this one is an old anarcho-punk fave of mine, its called 'aint no feeble bastard', by discharge...

Ain't no feeble bastard that obeys their every say
They say do this they say do that
No I'm no dogs body
Ain't no feeble bastard
No fucking scapegoat
Ain't no feeble bastard that has no say
I say what I think
Not what they want me to think
video
http://www.jango.com/profiles/40680130?l=0

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Here’s ‘requiem’ by ‘killing joke’, I still actually listen to this album, it is completely unique and very powerful!


Not watching pretty girls
The clock keeps on ticking
He doesn't know why
He's just cattle for slaughter
Death - requiem

And the meaning of words
When they cease to function
When there's nothing to say
When will it start worrying you?
Death - requiem

Only a hint of religion
Uncensors to its false depravity
The sound of breaking glass
This is a reflection
Death - requiem

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENiZLWuDjAo&feature=related

From high up on yer crucifix
You preach about my triple 6
You spit about my this and that
And yank away yer welcome mat
With a coupon jesus christ will save
So don't you christians misbehave
'cuz santa makes the list himself
And he's rotting on the warehouse shelf
And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
are in the basement huffing gasoline
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yer god is dead to me!
And when the laws of God just make ya pissed
You better become an atheist
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yer god is dead to me!
When the greed of man is not appeased
All will rot sick and diseased
Once again the fallen towers
The Tortured death of every hour
And at the toll of the final bell
You lead the righteous down to hell
When all the world is dead by dawn
All I ask is bring me along!
And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
are in the basement huffing gasoline
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yer god is dead to me!
And when the laws of God just make ya pissed
You better become an atheist
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yer god is dead to me!
Nuclear Apox spells your doom
like the t.v. in yer living room
each bomb kills a million dead
it melts your skin and implodes yer head
And now you get yer judgement day
You think you'll float up then away
But yer guilty just like everyone
You turn to ash when the burning's done
And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
are in the basement huffing gasoline
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yer god is dead to me!
And when the laws of God just make ya pissed
You better become an atheist
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yer god is dead to me!
There's a hunger within you
a tapeworm deep inside
or maybe it's just cancer
the doctors can't decide
but yer stomach keeps on growing
as yer body wastes away
and yer getting ill & weaker
every single fucking day
we are alone
we are alone


Atheist Anthem -- Leftover Crack
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGBW18g4sOE

Alienation, exploitation, no control over production
Everybody's broke, we're s'posed to hope upon the next election
They're fucking rioting in Iceland.
Nobody riots in Iceland.
A thin veneer of decency covers the hypocrisy
A shallow set of silly lies is what we call democracy
Who died today in Afghanistan?
Who got touched by creepy old Uncle Sam?

Go ahead, fetishize your commodities
As if life is like a fucking lottery
Hope to God some day you can win at last
And try to rise above your lower class
Listen to the priests of the Economy
As they demand another golden sacrifice
In these hard times there is no room for autonomy
Keep walking out onto the cracking ice

True revolutionary ideology
Is so far removed from our society
I sometimes fear
That it will never come to pass
If it does it will be our redemption
if it doesn't we will be the exception
Every form of authority
Before us has collapsed

You're exploited, he gets richer,
the more you work, the worse the picture


Riots in Iceland -- L'État C'est Moi
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_m_v_VDA7A

punks just ??

yuotube can lick my bung

Punks just.

Nice lyrics so far.

‘No sleep ‘til hammersmith’ = best motorhead album imho, one of the best generally even.

How about some of the best opening lines…

Psycho killer on the loose again demented brain in constant pain hah ~ Psycho killer, English dogs.

1,2,3, go, I got an ego wont let me go what am I gonna do, a,b,c,d, paranoia’s killing me, I’m dyning on my aching feet, what a way to go. ~ zoundz

Best bands?

Crass
Discharge
exploited
Abrasive wheels
The mob

To name but a few. I think crass must be amogst the best all time anarcho punk band, most radical too.

i think my bands are a little old like me lols

I love all those bands... I would add a few:

Flux of Pink Indians
Choking Victim
Agnostic Front
Anti-Nowhere League
Bad Brains
GBH

etc etc

I remember flux and bad brains, good gritty chainsaw guitar sound, I saw ANL and GBH live a few times, gigs were pretty amazing back then what with the atmosphere and huge numbers.

I remember going to a punk and disorderly fest with 15,000 of us, we headed into town and the local police panicked and banned us, we could have trashed them, but we knew that is how they saw us anyway, so we just peacefully went away.

I read all of your songs, so I thought I would share my song choice with you. My Day Dream Song.

I would post the lyrics from teenage song years, but I am sure you are all very familar with Maddonna, and Michael Jackson. ( although I am sure you would deny it)

Interesting what our taste in music can say about us.

Matisyahu
Time of Your Song
The world is moving to the song I hear,
Who’s that singing wind is rushing in my ear,
Mind gushing memories almost lost everything,
Felony and fellows running in my dream,
We were in the van where the hits were driving,
Saw myself In the highlands at age 13
And im asking questions to the present day me,
Moving backwards down the hill see we were posting.

[Chorus]
Moonlight illuminate my night and my days sunray make the people say
Had a vision somethings missing so they're screaming out loud
Keep my feet on ground and my head in the clouds.
I'm the arrow, you're my bow, shoot me forth and I will go
And I know and I go and I go get up and go
Make me feel its for real tell me what you know.

I don’t mean to glorify,
Ate the apple of the tree and tried to lie,
In the garden ill remember
That’s when I started to sing
I said death brings life into uncertain things,
Classroom's not for me
Sun setting autumn breeze
Sound is moving like a chorus
Keep hearing that melody,
Check the radio but theres nothing playing,
Check the radio again but theres nothing playing.

[Chorus]

Rewind…

Dub-wise!

Swing low, sweet chariot of flames
Change my name, No!
It Was always the same,
Till if only what you find when you climb,
Check the radio but of all that shines theres no time,
My life is making your mind work in overtime,
But along the line youll have to pay for the crime.
Slow it down You turbo too soon,
Vroom vroom then you want to blast off unto the moon,
But you might get trapped in a temple of doom,
You might get trapped in a temple of doom.

too beautiful for your ugliness.

destroyed

Aw gross, what the fuck man.

I agree.
There is a dilemma here regarding certain topics for discussion.
The meanings/value of dissidence and humanity are being questioned.
I think humanity should win.

Ok lets sort this out once and for all.

Quote:

The values and goals of free-speech, creativity of message and medium, and being a place for a broad spectrum of out-siders to share their thoughts are in effect.

Point 1.
Free speech is no different to free action. It is not freedom to for example go up to someone and hit them in the head with a hammer, that is to take another’s freedom away! It is not freedom to take someone’s child and rape them, that is to take away the freedom of the child and the parents.

Hence to advocate such things is not free speech it is un-free speech. Perhaps it is right for simpletons to debate such things so to arrive at rather obvious conclusions, maybe create a primary school version of the site for people with such lack of intellect.

Quote:

Dissident Philosophy Forum will encourage a warm and welcome atmosphere so that people with fresh and commonly misunderstood ideas can feel comfortable to participate.

There is a great difference between misunderstood and just plain wrong! Anarchists and universalsts perhaps even fascists etc are misunderstood, or the labels used against them, as such they are ’misunderstood’. there is masses of room for debate without asking utterly stupid questions like e.g is murder ok, or is child abuse ok.

Well there's that, and there's also just 'aw man, gross, what the fuck.'

Fucking creepy.



BABY PUNCHERS



Fuck your flag and fuck your face
you're the garbage of the human race
Ever since I was just seventeen
I pledged to Kill Your American Dream
Singing songs about your war and hate
and how your sickly system alienates
your corrupt machine destroys all the land
your gluttonous greed I'll never understand, no!

badge-wavers your time is up!
cash-cravers your time is up!
jail-fillers your time is up!
youth-killers your time is up!

corrupt politicians we're on a mission
a declaration of your abolition
your petty laws and plans for absolute power
will rot out from beneath your feet, you're fuckin' sour
as you lock up and destroy all our family and friends
your head'll be on the chopping block before we end
so put up your nose and wave off your hand
cause your grisly torture and death is being planned (go!)

cop-callers your time is up!
peace-stallers your time is up!
blood-suckers your time is up!
Mother-fuckers your time is up!

"The new world order reeks of dying empire odor
and changing the channel wont make that go away.
As the veneer of democracy fades away, as the worlds
down-size until it explodes, as the shanty-towns piled
behind the malls become visible, as the savages on the
other side of the wall break through, as everybody from
gun-crazy militias to anti-immigrant nazis to fundamentalist
child-raping christians to gangsta rappers to community
activists to working families just struggling to put food
on the table, all mad at the same thing: your SUV; me, me, me;
"mission accomplished"; bring em on;
buy more stuff, buy more stuff,
fight terror, defend freedom so you can buy more stuff.
The false illusion of the world is going down, motherfucker.
Walk off your job. Crime is beautiful.
A prank a day keeps the dog-leash away.
Quit your jobs. Burn down the malls. AAARRRGGHHHH"

Your time is up! [x4]

Book-burners your time is up!
Lie-learners your time is up!
Blood-suckas your time is up!
mother-fuckas your time is up!
Fuck you!

URSULA FINALLY HAS TITS



URSULA FINALLY HAS TITS

When I first saw her, gee I liked that girl
Even before her first pubic hair would curl
Then old Hubey said hey dude check this out
Man that 13-year-old punk rocker's chest started to sprout

And we all love her, Ursula
We all love her, Ursula

We all love her, Ursula
Our attention's undivided... Dammit we're excited
'Cause Ursula finally has tits, alright
Ursula finally has tits, outta sight
Ursula finally has tits, now she's cool
Ursula finally has tits, check it out dude
Ursula finally has tits

She went to the drug store and I saw what she bought
Maxi-pads, tampons, and a training bra
Eyeshadow, lipstick, smoking cigarettes
I think there's something that she needs to get off her chest
(Chorus)

Here's a song I like:

Oh, the more we get together,
Together, together,
Oh, the more we get together,
The happier we'll be.

For your friends are my friends,
And my friends are your friends.
Oh, the more we get together,
The happier we'll be!

Ha ha!

Nice lyrics, blossoming love is quite another thing, as a young punk I shagged plenty underage girls though not that young. There is no line exactly but the younger we go the sicker it gets.

spineless losers

Muppet NAMBLA - Leftover Crack



why are there so many songs about rainbows
& who gives a fuck anyway
rainbows are stupid, they only remind me
that my life is sick with decay
And so you are stupid, you choose to believe it
I know we're all gonna die
we'll never find it, the Rainbow Connection
the sickly, the worthless & I

who said that "every wish would be heard & answered
when wished on the morning star"
some asshole thought of it

some sucker believed it
& look what it's done so far
and it's so pathetic, that you are pathetic
& it's all you aspire to be
you'll never find it, the rainbow connection
the homeless, the wealthy & me
all of us are gonna die
you could say nature's a fascist

have you been half asleep
& have you heard voices
swimming around in your head
some say "i'm lucky!" & some say "I'm Happy!"
but most say "i'd rather be dead"
& I know i'm lazy and apathetic
sometimes that is all that I do
& i'll never find it, the rainbow connection
the leftover crizack & you

That guy has some serious issues with death anxiety he he he.


There's a way
a way to get out of here
To escape these storms
and find some shelter
To rid of your darkness
to rid of your boredom.

There's somewhere
Somewhere that you can go
It's obvious
It's apparent
It's right in front of you
So reach out and take it

And just let go

Our sobriety will diminish
Discriminate,
we face the fate slow
These drugs will expand us
United we will grow
Let go.

There's a way
A way to squash all of your fears
When everyone around you seems to be a stranger
You feel their eyes upon you
You're hearing their thoughts
As they walk away
the voice grows louder
Illusions illuminate
Wired illusions dictate
Your next move.
You're bound by deception
and a mislead direction
So just let go.
-"Quotes" by Dredg

nope.

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I love BABY PUNCHERS I made the opening lyrics my Facebook status (thanks for sharing with me their greatness).

....

So, this ain't the end -
I saw you again today
I had to turn my heart away
You smiled like the sun
kisses for ev--eryone
And tails - it never fails!

You're lying so low in the weeds
I bet you gonna ambush me
You'd have me down, down, down, down on my knees
Now, wouldn't you, Barracuda? Oh-oh-ohh

Back over time we were all
trying for free
You met the porpoise and me, uh huh
No right no wrong, selling a song -
A name whisper game.

And if the real thing don't do the trick
You better make up something quick
You're gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn it to the wick
Ooh, Barracuda! Oh-oh-ohh...yeah

"Sell me, sell you," the porpoise said
Dive down deep to save my head
You...I think that you got the blues, too.

All that night and all the next,
swam without looking back
Made it to the western pools - silly, silly fools!

The real thing don't do the trick, no
You better make up something quick
You're gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn it to the wick
Ohhh, Barra...barracuda!

yes it's true, i have a million of 'em.

cool huh?

not

buh bye

The Cribs - Be Safe lyrics

One of those fucking awful black days when nothing is pleasing and everything that happens is an excuse for anger. An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armour. These are the days when I hate the world, hate the rich, hate the happy, hate the complacent, the TV watchers, beer drinkers, the satisfied ones. Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things and then I hate myself for realizing that. There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living. We each know our own fate. We know from our youth how to be treated, how we'll be received, how we shall end. These things don't change. You can change your clothes, change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents but sooner or later your own self will always catch up. Always it waits in the wings. Ideas swirl but don't stick. They appear but then run off like rain on the windshield. One of those rainy day car rides my head implodes, the atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull. Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold. Walls of grey. Nothing good on the radio. Not a thought in my head.

Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow, frame by frame with two minutes that take ten years to live out. Yeah, lets do that.

Telephone poles like praying mantras against the sky, metal arms outstretched. So much land traveled so little sense made of it. It doesn't mean a thing all this land laid out behind us. I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while. I'm disgusted with petty concerns; parking tickets, breakfast specials. Does someone just have to carry this weight? Abstract typography, methane inconvenience, linear gospel, Nashville sales lady, and torturous lice, mad Elizabeth. Chemotherapy bullshit.

The light within you shines like a diamond mine, like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway. Like a snake eating its own tail, steam turbine, frog farm, two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blowjob, deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories, movements, the movie unfeeling, unreeling, about to begin.

I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away, I've hear your stairs creak. I can fix my mind on your yes, and on your no. I'll film you face today in the sparkling canals, all red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection. Racing thoughts, racing thoughts. All too real, you're moving so fast now I cant hold your image. This image I have of your face by the window, me standing beside you arm on your shoulder. A catalog of images, flashing glimpses then gone again.

Every clear afternoon now I'll picture you up in the air twisting your heel, your knees up around me, my face in your hair. You scream so well, your smile so loud it still rings in my ears.

Imitation. Distant, tired of longing. Clean white teeth. Stay the course. Hold the wheel. Steer on to freedom. Open all the boxes.

Times Square midday: newspaper buildings, news headlines going around, you watch as they go, and hope that some good comes. Those tree shadows in the park they're all whistling chasing leaves. Around six pm, shadows across cobblestones, girl in front of a bathroom mirror she slowly and carefully and paints her face green and mask like. A portrait. A green stripe. Long shot through apartment window, a monologue on top but no girl in shot. The light within you shines like a diamond mine, like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway. Like a snake eating its own tail steam turbine, frog farm, two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blowjob, deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories, movements. The movie unreeling, about to begin.

That was great
Yeah? Mine were alright. Wasn't my best one but who cares?
That's the spirit...

GET MY GUN
D-12



[Eminem]
I'm gonna get my gun!

[Eminem:] This motherf*cker wants to disrespect me?
[Kon Artis:] Em, Em, what the f*ck you doing man?
[Eminem:] I got something for his ass.
[Kon Artis:] Calm Down
[Eminem:] No YOU Calm Down!
[Kon Artis:] Man. . what's you're problem?
[Eminem:] F*ck that! The motherf*cker want's to pop shit to me!?
[Kon Artis:] Man, he wasn't poppin' shit.
[Eminem:] You heard him he was poppin' them shit
[Kon Artis:] What shit?
[Eminem:] That shit! You heard him!
[Kon Artis:] He asked for your autograph!

[Swifty McVay]
A mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get
My shit be shooting threw bricks
I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a *****
Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta
I'll be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare
A ***** that can never ever be scared of the feds
And the *****s that'll f*ck with you
Stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do
Enough with you're motherf*cking tough talk, you're soft
Get you're balls blew off, from a sawdof , Fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all yall , what you like the navy when i'm angry
You'll never catch me hanging in a lops car
All I have is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle's will eat threw people
When I see you i'mma heat you're beef slow
F*ck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. .

[Chorus]
[Eminem]
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
This motherf*cker's poppin' that shit
Nah f*ck that i'll be right back
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Nah motherf*cker f*ck you
You ain't disrespecting me like that
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
B*tch how you like that?
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, b*tch this is my gat
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!

[Kuniva]
I bring it to *****s looking as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double
Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin'
I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin'
Squat under trucks and screaming "that *****'s bluffin'"
I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him"
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My Nigga Big I and Mal' lettin' the heat blow
Heat sleep hoes got in you're neepo
'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders
You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders
A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap b*tch
My car is right across the street b*tch and . . (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)

[Proof]
My whole outfit count clips
Get you're house lit the f*ck up
You're spouse shit, and you're mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountliss, slugs imma send
Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw you're skin
I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz i'mma see him
When I cock back might put the door on you're friends
Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin
Ain't going no were like the drugs outta Kim
I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lid when I slight you're lights out
With a street cleaner, whipe you're life out
Bullets know at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout
F*ck the night clout, guns, clips...(I'M GONNA GET MY...)
F*ck that run b*tch!
Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me
?Aint no probably be home lonley?

[Chorus fades to background music]
[Eminem]
Dumbass motherf*ckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit!
. . .F*cking. . . I don't told this motherf*cker. .
Wassup b*tch!? Autograph this!. . .oh shit
(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)

I'm trying to pull the trigger but its stuck!...F*ck!
My shit is all jammed up!...UGH!
C'mon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-f*cking piece of shit, shoot...AH!
Yeah!, wattup b*tch!? say that shit again!
Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin
Went threw his b*tch on his way back, hit his friend
Payback homie, don't play that shit is spin
To be on I told you to leave this shit alone
Or...(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN)
And it's a shame i'm to drunk to even aim
Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his leg
Its like . . .

[Kon Artis]
Bang, Bang, Bang, *****, Pow, Pow, Pow
Everybody busting rounds like they "Ra',Ra',Ra'"
But when you seee me in the street I be like wassup now?
They bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (Chill out man)
F*ck that I got a bone to pick
You said it then have settle like some grown man shit
Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn't we?
Shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously
I guess not, you wanna' resort to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step in between us and get shot
?But get seperated with the squeaza?
You aint ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with!

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of speghetti
Its been one hour and b*tch my photo's aint ready
Picture's of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two hours and my f*cking days ruined
Hey "Kate" do you wanna get raped?
Have my pictures on f*cking Philips 38
That's why I don't be f*cking battle rapping
'Cuz everytime I loose, this is what the f*ck happens (Gun shots)
Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed
This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn't let him
I'm ready to blow this b*tches brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out
Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run
And all this crazy shit I, regret it. . .
All because I wanted to see Elton John naked

ONE LAST CARESS - MISFITS




I got something to say
I killed your baby today
And it doesnt matter much to me
As long as its dead

Well I got something to say
I raped your mother today
And it doesnt matter much to me
As long as she spread

Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death, one last caress

Go

Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death, one last caress

Well, I got something to say
I killed your baby today
And it doesnt matter much to me
As long as its dead

Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death
One last caress

One last caress, sweet death
One last caress, sweet death

Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh

GANG CONTROL -- MORNING GLORY (original. LOC covers it)



(feat. Popeye & Skwert)
Bombs over New York
And sky below
Social society in aqua-glo
Meaning is void in the face of racist reasoning
Stealing back the world from the police-thieving


[Popeye]

and the gun comes down
when you look in the eyes it's flat like a doll
like a shark
living with your lies
it's gonna kill ya and eat up your soul
emerald city with a blue wall

fuck the police
they have gang control
we gotta take it back
everyone get up & lets go


around the globe it's outta hand
indonesia & japan
across the ocean, back again
england, zaire and iran

History - shrouded in mystery
Fight wars for ancestory
Cops do tha same:
Continue on the old shame
Down in the fires for a cop out for fame.

[Skwert:]

step to us and we go pow pow
next thing you know you're lying dead on the ground
there's no way you'll understand the weight of our lives
mister officer watch your back tonight

fuck the police
they have gang control
we gotta tear it down everyone let's go
from pole to pole it's outta hand
burma, kenya and thailand
in every city the laws protecting the elite

fuck the police
they have gang control
we gotta tear it down everyone let's go
individuals who hate man
with kings license to clean the land
fill the already one way laws

CRASS -- DO THEY OWE US A LIVING?




Fuck the politically minded, here's something I want to say,
About the state of nation, the way it treats us today.
At school they give you shit, drop you in the pit,
You try, you try, you try to get out, but you can't because they've fucked you about.
Then you're a prime example of how they must not be,
This is just a sample of what they've done to you and me.

Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.

Don't want me anymore, cos I threw it on the floor.
Used to call me sweet thing, I'm nobody's plaything,
And now that I am different, 'd love to bust my head,
You'd love to see me cop-out, 'd love to see me dead.

Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.

The living that is owed to me I'm never going to get,
They've buggered this old world up, up to their necks in dept.
They'd give you a lobotomy for something you ain't done,
They'll make you an epitomy of everything that's wrong.

Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.

Don't take any notice of what the public think,
They're so hyped up with T.V., they just don't want to think.
They'll use you as a target for demands and for advice,
When you don't want to hear it they'll say you're full of vice.

Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.

NOFX - STICkIN IN MY EYE



When I look 'round, I only see outta one eye
As the smoke surrounds my head, the sauna
I hear the voices, but I can't make out their words
Saying things, saying things that
I got something sticking in my eye
Got something sticking in my eye
Got something sticking in my eye
I feel unusual from thinking
About the underground decay, God help me
Kill beneath the camera, watch the world begin to cry
It's not from pity, it comes from
What's been sticking in my eye
Got something sticking in my eye