Shoot Yourself in the Foot

by Kermit's Finger

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1.
Do the Panic 01:30
Do the Panic I think I'm gonna do the panic Yeah, I think I'm goin' paranoid I'm starting to hate everyone All the voices sayin', "Get 'em boy!" My skin is getting tingly - Do the Panic! My senses come aware - Do the Panic! My eyeballs start to flicker - Do the Panic I feel the panic, but I don't know where Shinging light on every shadow Looking for that hidden itch Nothin' can stop him from coming He's in my head like a stuck-fast tick There's a riot building in me Preying on my routine Laughing at the repition Waiting for when I least expect it He thinks he's gonna have a blast He's gonna make my brain explode Ringing out from my hell hole
2.
Nicotine 01:56
Nicotine We've been together ten whole years. Now I wanna call it off. I wanna drink coffee I wanna drink beers Without you there to make me cough. I don't care if I wheezed and choke 'cause all I wanna do is smoke When we met I sold my soul just to make you my wife. Now my lungs are black as coal and they've taken years off my life Now I lie at night awake because you treated me so mean I got the shivers and I got the shakes because I love you Nicotine!
3.
Reddo Giddeon Oohh oohh Oohh oohh Reddo Gideon - is coming to town He's an ugly red-haired son of a bitch who breathes flaming diarrea when he throws a fit. He's a one-monster army who's out of control. If you're in his way watch his liquid fire go. He's - Reddo Giddeon Is coming to town - oh no And from his mouth comes the hot-liquid spew. It's his weapon of destruction, and it's gonna get you His eyes are empty, and he stares on and on. He won't stop the beating 'til everybody's gone
4.
Running on Empty All of my life, been running on empty, now I got nothing left Now I got nothing left in the tank Losing grip Fingers slip Can’t hold on – reaching reaching Fall away wondering wondering Why? Hold on tight Don’t let go Fiercely grit – move mellow slow Gotta gotta gotta hang on.... All of my life, been running on empty, now I got nothing left Now I got nothing left in the tank Empty pit Beneath my feet Sweat is dripping, teeth are clenching Tears are welling as I wonder Why? Hold on tight Don’t let go Fiercely grit – move mellow slow Gotta gotta gotta hang on.... All of my life, been running on empty, now I got nothing left Now I got nothing left in the tank X 4 Refuse to slip Fingers grip Ignore the pain and bleeding bleeding Don’t get stuck standing wondering Why? Hold on tight Don’t let go Fiercely grit – move mellow slow Gotta gotta gotta hang on....
5.
What I Don’t Know What I don’t know – I think is gonna kill me I sit and I watch you on the television, and you stand there tellin’ me lies. With a wink and a smile you’re oh so full of guile, and you’re proud of all your President’s crimes. What I don’t know – I think is gonna kill me You stand at the podium actin’ as a shield for the man who pulls your strings. Proud of your position - you smile on television. Does your crap-talk give you wings? What I don’t know – I think is gonna kill me What I don’t know – I think is gonna kill me
6.
Shut Up 01:38
Shut Up Shut down the show cause you can’t take a joke, Everyone’s looking at you. Not fucking stupid, but you’re whacked out on coke, Why do you do what you do? There she goes, Won’t shut up, Runs her mouth— Please, shut up! Your whole life, you’re acting like a clown, Where do you draw the line? Your stupid actions are the talk of the town, You still think everything’s fine. There she goes, Won’t shut up, Runs her mouth— Please, shut up! All of the time, you try to be a star, Open up your eyes. Take a look around and see where you are, I think you’ll be surprised! There she goes, Won’t shut up, Runs her mouth— Please, shut up!
7.
Washington 01:55
Washington Washington was a speculator – don’t believe the lies. Kicked the Scots out of Miller’s Run – even after they offered to buy. Absentee landlord; he broke the laws that we’re in his way He rooked his own soldier’s out of their acre’s pay He’s the face on the dollar bill; I think that I know why He snatched the most land by grabbin’ it on the sly He’s Washington – G. Washington He’s Washington – G. Washington He’s the father of our country; he’s the man of the hour, and there’s nothin’ he wouldn’t do to gain more power He developed water routes – but it was for personal gain He thought through tolls turn a profit - Never mind the settler’s grain “Fuck ‘em all,” he said - ‘til he realized the key If all united, then he’d make out on the Western Territory He’s the face on the dollar bill; I think that I know why ‘cuz he fooled us into thinkin’ that he wouldn’t tell a lie He’s Washington – G. Washington He’s Washington – G. Washington He’s the father of our country; he’s the man of the hour, and there’s nothin’ he wouldn’t do to gain more power
8.
Pedro-a-go-go Not too big Not too tall he can throw that wicked fast ball He comes from the Dominican That is where he learned to win. He’s the guy that everyone likes Earns his winning by throwing strikes He’s the king of the Punchado You know the name it’s Don Pedro! He’s the best I’ve ever seen You know his name It’s Pedro Martinez, yeah!
9.
One More Beer WHISTLE You know we just can’t help it We keep puttin’ ‘em away We drink until we’re shitfaced Then we sleep the whole next day The bottles keep on comin’ And the fridge is never through We just don’t know when to quit So know we say to you Come on - one more beer – one more beer, one more beer, and we’ll get on outta here Tomorrow we’ll apologize for getting’ in your face There’s no excuse for any of this serious lack of grace But for tonight just give us beer, so we can forget We’ve said it before, we’ll say it again, “We don’t know when to quit.” So come on - one more beer – one more beer, one more beer, and we’ll get on outta here WHISTLE One more beer – one more beer, one more beer, and we’ll get on outta here You know we just can’t help it We keep puttin’ ‘em away We drink until we’re shitfaced Then we sleep the whole next day The bottles keep on comin’ And the fridge is never through We just don’t know when to quit So know we say to you So come on - one more beer – one more beer, one more beer, and we’ll get on outta here
10.
Dark Like a Dungeon Come all you fellows, so young and so fine, Seek not your fortune way down in the mine; It’ll dampen your heart, it’ll darken your soul, Till the flow of your blood runs as dark as the coal. Cause it’s dark like a dungeon, damp as the dew The danger is double, the pleasures are few Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines; It’s dark like a dungeon way down in the mines There’s many a young man I’ve seen in my day Who spent their whole lives just slaving away; Like a fiend with his dope or a drunkard his wine, A man will have lust for the lure of the mine. Cause it’s dark like a dungeon, damp as the dew The danger is double, the pleasures are few Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines; It’s dark like a dungeon way down in the mines I hope when I die and the ages shall roll My body will blacken, and turn into coal. Then I’ll look from the door of my heavenly home, And pity the miner that’s digging my bones! Cause it’s dark like a dungeon, damp as the dew The danger is double, the pleasures are few Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines; It’s dark like a dungeon way down in the mines One More Time!! Cause it’s dark like a dungeon, damp as the dew The danger is double, the pleasures are few Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines; It’s dark like a dungeon way down in the mines
11.
Better, Cheaper, Faster Better, Cheaper, Faster Not now, but yesterday It’s the American way!
12.
This is what I wanted, this is what I asked for, This is what wanted, now you take it away; This is what I wanted, this is what I worked for, This is what wanted, now you took it away. And when you say there’s no point in going on, Don’t you think I figured it out? And when you say it’s all been done before, Just you shut your mouth, ‘cause This is what I wanted, this is what I asked for, This is what wanted, now you take it away; This is what I wanted, this is what I worked for, This is what wanted, now you took it away. And when you say I’m getting too old for this, Just you wait another year And when you say that I’m wasting my life, I don’t want to hear, ‘cause This is what I wanted, this is what I asked for, This is what wanted, now you take it away; This is what I wanted, this is what I worked for, This is what wanted, now you took it away. And when you say I’m getting too old for this, Just you wait another year And when you say that I’m wasting my life, I don’t want to hear, ‘cause This is what I wanted, this is what I asked for, This is what wanted, now you take it away; This is what I wanted, this is what I worked for, This is what wanted, now you took it away.
13.
Kiss My Twat 01:10
Kiss My Twat Neighbor’s knockin’ on the door Just can’t take it anymore Pounding loudly on the wall We’re pounding back ‘til the plaster falls It’s only ten, and they can’t take it Turn up the volume ‘til we break it It’s not a party, but it sounds like one We’re making noise just for fun Kiss my twat - she said, yeah Drinks have kept on flowin’ We’re all pretty drunk Gottin’ in a fight or two But it’s all a bunch of bunk Now it’s really late The noise has never stopped We’re standin’ at the top of the stairs When she let’s these words drop, yeah Kiss my twat – she said, yeah
14.
Big Asshole, No Dick I got arrested for putting up a sticker because that fuckin’ cop had nothin’ better to do. I got arrested for putting up a sticker because that fuckin’ cop is a big asshole with no dick!
15.
Drill It In 01:20
Drill It In Open up your eyes – don’t you realize Ignorance is sin – ooo I wanna drill it in Sugarcoated minds; propaganda lines Coffins made of tin – ooo I wanna drill it in You got nothin’ worthwhile left to say Media dictation’s your conversation of the day Creased and dimpled thighs; ball fields made of tires Panties getting’ thin – ooo I wanna drill it in Overweight as crime; complaining all the time Your sloth is my chagrin – ooo I wanna drill it in
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Kermit's Finger's second full-length album

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released June 23, 2004

evil eddie c. (bass/vox)
pete pasted (gutar/vox)
ross clot (drums/vox)

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Boston three-piece...been called punk, been called garage, been called hardcore...punk + garage + hardcore = rock. We're good with that.

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