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look at yourself as the mirror pretends what you see is superman marval comic heroes to go crawlin up the wall like spiderman
all the bodies are invited
all the bodies are exited
think yer mister know it all
nothin but a poster on the wall
send my kid off to war
takin my money and ya still want more

i ain't got no luggage draggin me around analyzin all of yer problems walkin lookin at the groundtheres gotta be more to this there knockin down all the bricks the wall is gone and nothins done ingreedients are thick smacked back in the streets they've cashed in on the chest of broadway i saw yer picture in the paper i thought about a century later and everybody who's was in it is ashes in incinerators

Well ya left me dead and ya didn't wanna be my friend - Yeah, yeah do it again
Rolled me over went threw my pocket and ran - Hey hey do it again
Goin' back home but I have no home to go - No, No do it again
Shootin' for the moon in a cannon face first on the floor - Yeah , yeah do it again
If hurt so bad, I just wanna die and leave life in the past
She broke my heart when she sold my best guitar - yeah, yeah do it again
Sinkin' in the hour glass time is so slow - Hey, hey do it again
Turnin'up the heart but I'm back out in the cold - No, no, do it again

i rang you on the phone and before you hung it up you told me to get a steady job and quit living like a scum got no memories sold my used-to-bes all i know is what i know and you don't know me no no no don't want to go no no no don't want to go i don't believe what the paper reads i know the want ads don't want me i don't want to go where everybody goes the landlord wants his rent right now as of today i ain't allowed shut up old man and listen i'm gonna stay and float around yer town

all of my friens they're actin like they're dead all of friends lie about what they said some of them get in a band the wagons really full this week yer a funny punk yer wisdoms full go back home back where you belong go back home back to where yer from somebody died and had nowhere to go somebody died so ya cut and dyed your hair alternative and arty gigs a tee-shirt print sid yer alty wannabes someone kill that word when all is said and done i want to fight don't want to die get out of the way out of the way out of the way

Bring in the mob!
John Gotti John Gotti
Bring in the mob!
John Gotti John Gotti

We need a mob boss to run the states
We need a leader who kills police
Vote no no no no

Locked in my skin
Know relax is, in my skin
No substance, all alone is f**king rough
This body's hard to all around with nothing in my skin
It's twice as hard once I put something
It's only entertainment
Till we get to the next gig

they auctioned off our youth and it never sold i remember when you were young and acting like an adult ya contract that gave ya nill morals never filld so ya turned away started doin everything yer told one track retreads doin it all over again habitual device promise a lie on track retreads again hey kid i hear yer gonna be soldier in the troops sounds like a good career ya got your neck ina noose remember vietnam an economic front the poor at war makes money for the suits a filled up open minded club was capacity everubodys snortin coke and doin xtc the cows they stood in line for hours to get inside a disco rave to freak on a drum machine

had a treasure map that said park it over at the asylum took a gander over the fence to an empty left hand kidney round and big with a perfect hip pearl white smooth surface tile's so blue fat coping lips grabbed our boards and we dropped in we're carvin we're grindin skater dater we're flyin we're slidin skater dater boards flew over the fence empty the pool and they will come all of the greats from the past showed for one last session we're carvin we're grindin skater dater we're flyin we're slidin skater dater sweepers and laybacks indie airs and fast plants the session of sessions skater dater here come all of the dogtowners make way for the badlanders boys from the south bay sf orange county over the death box everyone blazed here comes ta bulky and jay strople salba blackheart malba phillips pineapple gater the worm six shooter kiwi waldo to wally someone call me a cab

Billy boy he had the boss sound yesterday
What kissed you deadly was the mainstream
A used kleenex a bloody kotex
Paradise in the west was yer English
Dream 100 punks could never rule without Caroline coon
Prime of Kenny silvers disappeared in wild youth
Derwood Mark Laff empire aftermath billy danced alone
To a different tune used to listen to you all we wants the truth