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Take Your Shot
01:08
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What else is there to do in Cartegena? (take your shot)
What's the worst they'll do, maybe hang ya? (take your shot)
Whatever you do don't aim for his head (take your shot)
We want to make sure that motherfucker's dead (take your shot)
George Bush coming to your town, today
Doesn't give a shit about what you've got to say
Load your rifle and when you are through
The whole world will line up to say, "Goddamn thank you!"
This is just a stupid song (take your shot)
Homeland Security will be by before too long (take your shot)
Spend your summer being "Gitmo-ized" (take your shot)
Never again seen by American eyes! (take your shot)
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2. |
Drink Drank Drunk
00:41
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Drink drank drunk - I can't feel my face
I've had more than I can take - my brain has come unlaced
You've driven me to this - gulping of my beer
'Cuz lies, disdain, and bullshit are the things that you hold dear
I try to forget
But it all comes out
The more I drink, the more I spout
The diatribes don't help
Drink drank drunk - I can't feel my face
I've had more than I can take - my brain has come unlaced
Another shot I pour - another sip I take
It doesn't change the fact that you are nothing but a fake
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Wanna Be
00:42
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I don't care if ya wanna be straightedge
I don't care. I just think you suck.
I can see if ya wanna be straightedge
I don't care. Just shut the fuck up!
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4. |
No Rice
01:16
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(lyrics from someone's dumass personal ad)
I don't want no Kawasaki. No!
Don't want no Yamaha
I don't want no Suzuki
Don't want no rice
No rice at all
I don't want no Mitsubishi
Don't want no fuckin' Honda. No!
I don't want Suzuki
Don't want no rice
No rice at all
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5. |
Nothing Left Alive
01:16
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Don't be surprised - I can see it in his eyes -
When he's fucking gone. Yeah, when he fucking dies.
Idea's in his head and he's full of regret
Won't stop killing 'til they're all fucking dead.
Never had a chance. Never wanted romance.
Now he's going to do it just to see them shit their pants.
Went and got a gun. Now it's time to have some fun.
Won't stop shooting 'til they're all fucking done and there's
Nothing left.
Nothing left alive.
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Don't Peddle (on me)
01:54
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No, I don't need no twenty dollar t-shirts that say things like "Smash the State"
Pins and patches all lined in rows cost a dollar ninety-eight
Don't peddle on, peddle on, peddle on me
No, I don't need no fifteen dollar records when they only cost five to make
(You got) anti-capitalist tomes and pamphlets next to merchandise by the crate
Don't peddle on, peddle on, peddle on me
No, I don't need no high-priced punk 'cuz it wasn't made for me
Save it for the kids with the deep pocket parents; they're the ones with your coveted green
Don't peddle on, peddle on, peddle on me
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