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| LYRICS |
(Dedicated to) A-5
Bamberger Punk
Dumpster Luv
Food
Happy Hour
Harrington Beach Blanket Bingo
Join the People (Who Joined the Army)
Lost Out
Love
MT-V
Newark's Alright (If You Like Main Street)
Nobody Listens to the Lyrics Anyway (Dick Clark's Law)
Pacman
Peer Pressure
Read and Right
The Red the White and the Blue
Seven Eleven Lover
Shep the Irish Pup
Sneaker Heaven
Shit List
Student Life
(I Wanna Be a) Trilobite
War Crimes/Your Crimes
Work Buy Consume Die
Covers:
Aint She Sweet
Alley Cat
California Sun
Close to You
Day Tripper
Feeling Groovy (use Jimmy's Diner men's room reverb)
Girl from Impanema
Louie Louie
Love Me Two Times
Oh Fine Day
Part Time Punks
Praise the Lord Pass the Ammunition
TV Party
Whole Lot of Love (Rockabilly version)
Wipe Out
Vocals: Keith (Merv Monotone) Uhland
Guitar: Al (Mr. Entertainment) Duvall
Bass: Steve (Winslow) Forehand
Percussion: (Air Force) Tim Eveleigh
Synth: Wilma
| A5 (Dedicated to Apartment 5) (ISO standard 8 bar jam) | words: AFTim musak: just about every boring old blues band | |
| Dedicated to Apartment Five | ||
| They're still rocking - still alive | ||
| Crack their plates and jar their brains | ||
| Cause now they're louder than the trains | ||
| Dead squirrels - downstairs | ||
| What a show | ||
| Dedicated to Apartment Five | ||
| The band downstairs still tries to jive | ||
| Drums offbeat and strings out of key | ||
| Thank god they're not what they try to be | ||
| Dead squirrels - downstairs | ||
| What a show | ||
| Dedicated to those upstairs | ||
| Broken plaster strewn everywhere | ||
| The mice left home, the roaches too | ||
| If we were downstairs, wouldn't you? | ||
| Dead squirrels - downstairs | ||
| What a show | ||
| Bamberger Punk | words and muzak: Al Duvall | |
| Yesterday she was a disco queen | 2xD - B - D - C -X- C - D - C - B - 2xG bass: G - E - G - C | |
| Then she saw a punk in a magazine | ||
| It's in Tiger Beat or Seventeen | ||
| Fashion models think its really keen | ||
| Chorus: | ||
| She's a Bamberger's punk | 2xG - E - G - 4xC | |
| She's a Bamberger's punk | 2xD - B - D - 4xG | |
| The alligator left for the miniskirt | ||
| New styles' cool - she tries so hard it hurts | ||
| All day long she found 15 different shirts | ||
| She looks in the mirror then tries to smirk | ||
chorus |
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| Her boyfriend is a jock | 4xA - 4xC | |
| But he didn't like punk rock | ||
| But when she's at school | ||
| She doesn't dress so cool | ||
| She wears it for the night | 4xD - 4xG | |
| and that makes it alright | ||
| So her boyfriend deals | ||
| With the way she feels | ||
chorus |
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| She likes Flock of Seagulls and Adam Ant | ||
| To her, music shouldn't take a chance | ||
| She tells the guys she really wants to dance | ||
| But her makeup runs and she has tight pants | ||
chorus |
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| And she'd never put a safetypin through her nose! | ||
| Dumpster Luv (to the tune of Jungle Love) | words: Marv Monotone, muzak: Steve Miller Band | |
| I met you in somebody's dumpster You thought you had smelled me before I brought you a crate of maggots They waited all night by your door You probably wont remember I probably couldn't forget Dumpster love in the trash And the rotting garbage Everything's better when putrid |
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| Chorus: | ||
| Dumpster luv, its making me mad It's making me crazy Dumpster luv - It's making me crazy |
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| But lately you live in a dumpster I never see you alone We need no definite answers So I thought I'd bring you a stone The question to nobody's answer Isn't asked from within But the patterns of life and the lies that they contain Have written a life on your skin |
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chorus |
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| You treat me like I was your
cesspool You swim in my swill when its warm My cycles of angular motion Leave you to deal with harm You live in a world of illusion Where everything's just the same We all face a putrid conclusion But spend all our time in a mist |
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chorus |
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| Food | words: Al Duvall, muzak: Al Duvall | |
| I've got a new obsession | 3xC - G - 3xF - Bb | |
| It's not women or money | ||
| It's a craving I get | ||
| That special feeling in my tummy | ||
| It's food - No substitute | ||
| I've got to have it every day | ||
| Chorus: | ||
| Nothing like a plate of food | 3xE - D - 4xC | |
| When you're hungry its better than sex | E - G - A - C | |
| Man can't live on life alone | E - D - C | |
| Food! Food! It's the best | A - G - A - G | |
| I read in the National Star | ||
| That food is bad - what a laugh | ||
| A new idea whose time has come | ||
| I would even wrestle for food | ||
| The only reason I eat lunch | ||
| Why talk to friends when you have food? | ||
chorus |
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repeat first paragraph |
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chorus |
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| Food! | C | |
| Food! | C | |
| Food! It's better than sex! | C | |
| Happy Hour | words: Al Duvall and AFTim, muzak: Al Duvall | |
| 4 x {4xA - 2xG - Gb - C# } | ||
| Come on you party animals! | ||
| Goin' to school | 4xA - 2xE - D - C# | |
| It's just no fun | ||
| Gotta escape | ||
| Gotta run | ||
| Can't wait until tonight | 2xB - 2xA - 4xAb - 3xB(?) | |
| Gotta get drunk right now | ||
| Chorus: | ||
| Happy hour - have another | 2xA - 2xG - 2xGb - 2xC# | |
| Happy hour - frat brothers | add reverb and distortion | |
| Happy hour - dollar cover | ||
| Happy hour! | A | |
| 4 x {4xA - 2xG - Gb - C#} | ||
| I'm gonna forget | ||
| Why I'm here | ||
| Crank some tunes | ||
| Have some beer | ||
| This afternoon get blitzed | ||
| Another case od Schlitz | ||
chorus |
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| 8 x {A - G - Gb - C#} slow | ||
| Well GH starts at 3 o'clock | ||
| I can do my raquetball homework tomorrow | ||
| Nothin' else to do | ||
| We got two half kegs and some punch | ||
| Let's get blitzed to the max | ||
| It's Friday | ||
| Greek life is so bitchin'! | ||
| drum solo - speed up again | ||
chorus |
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| Harrington Beach Blanket Bingo | words and muzak: Al Duvall | |
| Well the kids are layin out all day and night | ||
| One spot left there's gonna be a fight | ||
| Tie a red bandana around your pup | ||
| Get your surfboards ready - surf's up! | ||
| Finals next week - | ||
| We dont care - | ||
| Cause we all got - | ||
| Long Blond hair! | ||
| Harrington Beach Blanket Bingo! (3x) | ||
| Well the Gilbert bunnies are cool and sweet | ||
| But Harrington Babes just cant be beat | ||
| Throw a frisbee at em and watch em scream | ||
| Every girls there's the American dream | ||
| Coppertone - | ||
| Sea and Ski - | ||
| Hawaiian Tropic - | ||
| Rub it on me! | ||
| Harrington Beach Blanket Bingo! (3x) | ||
| Now the stereo speaker's hangin out the door | ||
| STW - crank it up some more | ||
| Hipster's gonna blow off his class | ||
| Guys are out cruisin for a piece of grass | ||
| Krishna's going out of their Godheads | ||
| Get a good suntan on their heads | ||
| I see Muffy and Cindy too | ||
| Gonna do some scopin' how 'bout you? | ||
| Corduroy shorts - | ||
| One-piece suit - | ||
| Foster Grants - | ||
| What a beaut! | ||
| Harrington Beach Blanket Bingo! (3x) | ||
| Harrington | ||
| Beach | ||
| Blanket | ||
| Bingo! | ||
| Join The People (Who Joined the Army) | words: Al Duvall & AFTim, muzak: Al Duvall | |
Sitting in this
Army base |
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| Chorus: | ||
I wondered what
those tanks are for |
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We know the
draft’s just a precaution |
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chorus |
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I should have
taken military science |
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chorus |
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| Lost Out | words and muzak: Al Duvall | |
| 3 x {4xB - 4xA - B - A - B - A - 8xG} | ||
| She doesn't care - about your misery | 4xG - 4xD# - 2xD-2xA - 2xBb - 2xF | |
| She doesn't know how you want things to be | ||
| Something inside - made you wait | ||
| Now it's a lesson you learned too late | ||
| Chorus (repeat twice): | ||
| You sit around | 5xB - 3xA | |
| You're holding out | ||
| You wait too long | ||
| - Lost out | 8 x G | |
| You see her through a one-way mirror | ||
| You never spoke - but she could hear | ||
| You call her a slut - you just can't cope | ||
| With the fact that there's no hope | ||
chorus |
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| Why the hell you complaining? | ||
| It's nothing ventured, nothing gained | ||
| Know all the lines, be cute and sweet | ||
| That's all you need - to compete | ||
chorus |
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| You never learned | ||
| You never try | ||
| You never learned | ||
| - Lost out | ||
| MT-V | words: Al Duvall & AFTim, muzak: Al Duvall | |
| Kids today have no tomorrow | 2xE - 2xB - 2xD - 2xA - 8xG | |
| Running wild in the streets | ||
| If we gave them what they want | ||
| We could keep them in their seat | ||
| Chorus: | ||
| Watching TV's cool again | 2xG - 2xA - 2xG - 2xA | |
| Fill their idle hands | ||
| Give them what they want to hear | 2xB - 2xC - 2xB - 2xC | |
| Give them what they want to see | ||
| Empty, empty MTV | 4xE - 2xG - C - D - B | |
| Empty, empty MTV | ||
| Kids today have no tomorrow | ||
| Empty minds and idle hands | ||
| We have music on the market | ||
| They will like to buy these bands | ||
chorus |
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| Kids today have no tomorrow | ||
| But today we have their minds | ||
| We can profit from their boredom | ||
| Hang put with us and keep in line | ||
chorus |
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| Reo and Rush | 4xE - 4xB - 8xD (MTV theme music) | |
| You will stay with us | ||
| There is no escape | F# - C# - E | |
| From the videotape | ||
| Love | words: Al Duvall, muzak: Al Duvall | |
| What is it that makes me act so stupid? | C# - A - Ab - E | |
| What screws up all my dreams? | B - A - Ab - Ab | |
| What makes me waste all my money?| | ||
| Talk to me God, what does this mean? | ||
| Love! Love! Love! Love! Scream the song of love | F# - E - E - E - A | |
| What is it that makes me sick to my stomach? | ||
| Makes me do things I don't wanna do | ||
| What the hell is wrong with me | ||
| I'll have to think it through | ||
| Love! Love! Love! Love! Scream the song of love | ||
| I though it was maybe a disease or something | ||
| I had this girl to blame for it | ||
| I went to see the doctor | ||
| He had a name for it | ||
| Love! Love! Love! Love! Scream the song of love | ||
| Newark's Alright (If You Like Mainstreet) | words: Marv Monotone, muzak: Fear | |
| Chorus: | ||
| Newark's alright | ||
| Newark's alright | ||
| Newark's alright - If you like Main Steet | ||
| Newark's alright if you like drunk college kids | ||
| Newark's alright if you like southern rock cover bands | ||
| Newark's alright if you like freezing to death | ||
| Newark's alright if you like the Stone Balloon | ||
chorus |
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| Newark's alright if you like townies at Sam's | ||
| Newark's alright if you like walking everywhere | ||
| Newark's alright if you like crowded bars | ||
| Newark's alright if you like odd epidemics | ||
chorus |
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| Newark's alright if you like living next to loud idiots | ||
| Newark's alright if you like lousy college food | ||
| Newark's alright if you like the exciting college scene | ||
| Newark's alright if you like George Thorougood | ||
chorus |
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| Nobody Listens to the Lyrics Anyway (Dick Clark's Law) | words and muzak: Al Duvall | |
| stairway to heaven: 2 x {4xD - D - A - D} | ||
| You can sing about girls or you can sing about driving cars | 4xD - 4xA - 8xD | |
| It doesn't matter as long as you play guitar | 8xG - 8xA | |
| You can scream about hate and scream about having a war | D - A - D | |
| Just scream it till they cant stand it anymore | G - A | |
| Chorus: | ||
| No one cares - if you got - something important to say | 4x Bbm - 4x F - 4xD | |
| 'Cause nobody listens to the lyrics anyway | G -X- 4xA - 8xD | |
| You can tell 'em how to kill and tell 'em how to cheat | ||
| But Dick Clark's Law says it has to have a beat | ||
| So what's the use - people just like to hum | ||
| Don't pretend your smart 'cuase everyone else is dumb | ||
chorus |
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| Baby baby baby yeh yeh yeh | ||
| La la la la la la la la la | ||
| Israeli jets - rock and roll all right! | ||
| Love ya baby - let's go out tonight | ||
chorus |
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| PACMAN | words and muzak: Al Duvall | |
| I don’t feel like doin’ nothin’ | Amdim – D - Db | |
| Walk around – try to find somethin’ | ||
| My TV’s broke – what a beat | ||
| Can’t stand the quiet – hit the street | ||
| Always screwing up at school and work | ||
| Gotta show everyone I’m not a jerk | ||
| What am I good at? Where’s my fame? | ||
| I’ll put money into a video game! | ||
| Chorus: | ||
| PACMAN – it’s something to do | C - F - E | |
| PACMAN – just a quarter or two | ||
| PACMAN – time flies past | ||
| PACMAN – it’s a blast | ||
| Just hoping that my money lasts | ||
So now I found
a substitute for life |
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chorus |
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Join the crowd
and play the game |
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chorus |
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| Peer Pressure | words and muzak: Al Duvall | |
| If you're not happy as you are | 4xB - 2xC# - 2xF# - 8xA | |
| Why don't you get up and go? | ||
| You might not like waht you see | ||
| For reasons only you can know | ||
| Chorus | ||
| Do what you must do | 2xE - 2xC# - 4xA | |
| Your best friend isn't you | ||
| Can't let peer pressure | ||
| Block your view | ||
| If you want to cut your hair | 2xE - F# - E - 2xG - F# - E | |
| If you want to let it grow | ||
| If you dont do beer or pot | ||
| You hear the laughing - it will stop | ||
| chorus | ||
| You can stay a stupid punk | ||
| You can stay young dumb and drunk | ||
| Don't look at the person next to you | ||
| He's probably looking back at you | ||
| You can join a frat | 8xE - Am | |
| Wear a sweater on your back | 8xB - C | |
| Hitting keggers - drinking gin | 8xE - Am | |
| Just so you can blend right in | 8xB - C | |
| Buying fashion new wave clothes | 8xE - Am | |
| Spend big money on a pose | 8xB - C | |
| All your friends get you stoned | 8xE - Am | |
| But don't you feel like a clone? | 8xB - C | |
| (dum dee dum) | E | |
chorus |
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| Read and Right | words: AFTim, muzak: Al Duvall | |
| I wan't to learn how to read and write | ||
| I wan't to learn how to kill and fight | ||
| Join the service and earn my stripes | ||
| I wan't to learn how to read and write | ||
| E 1 2 3 4! | ||
| Lost my hair and I lost my cool | ||
| Uncle Sam said I want you | ||
| Look so good dressed in blue | ||
| Lost my hair - I was a fool | ||
| I want to fly a fighting machine | ||
| I want to be in that combat scene | ||
| Drop the bombs and hear them scream | ||
| I wanna fly a fighting machine | ||
| The Red and the White and the Blue | words: AFTim, muzak: Al Duvall | |
| You want to buy the world for yourself | F - FAUG - 2xC | |
| With black dollars from the coastal shelf | F - FAUG - 2xC | |
| And we must pay what you want us to | G# - F - C - F | |
| Cause you're the red the white and the blue | G# - F - G# - Bb | |
| Chorus: | ||
| The red the white and the blue | Eb - Bb - F | |
| Just the red the white and the blue | ||
| Rest of the world really hates you | ||
| Cause you're the red the white and the blue | ||
| Presidents turn their heads when they hear your name | ||
| And you bought a Congress to help your game | ||
| You bought an Air Force to protect you too | ||
| You're the red the white and the blue | ||
chorus |
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| You sell us back the bounties of our land | ||
| And whip our backs with an oily hand | ||
| Its our mineral rights that interest you | ||
| You're the red the white and the blue | ||
chorus |
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| We try to conserve but we cant concede | ||
| But you charge us more the less we need | ||
| Damned if we don't, damned if we do | ||
| Cause you're the red the white and the blue | ||
chorus |
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| Seven Eleven Lover | words: AFTim, muzak: Al Duvall | |
| Sev-lev baby I get my Slurpees from you | ||
| Drivin' around I can drop in anywhen | ||
| Skidding down the street there ain't nuthing to do | ||
| Playing Space Invaders over again | ||
| Chorus: | ||
| Seven eleven's 24 hours a day | C | |
| Night people love you, you're somewhere to stay | Dm | |
| I'll buy my junkfood from your shelves | C | |
| Try to beat the night home by myself | Dm | |
| Big gulp beckons with a soda smile | ||
| Bright lights fend off the night | ||
| National Enquirer cover is really vile | ||
| Godzilla and Burt Reynolds having a fight | ||
chorus |
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| The night never makes it through your door | ||
| I come to hear your register beep | ||
| I like to see those shiny tiled floors | ||
| And who ever needs - - - to sleep? | ||
chorus |
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| Seven eleven - lover | ||
| Seven eleven - lover | ||
| Seven eleven - lover | ||
| And who ever needs - - - to sleep? | ||
| Shep the Irish Pup | words and muzak: must have been Satan himself | |
| Oh Shep was a little Irish pup | C - G - X - C - G - F | |
| His master watched him grow up | ||
| A finest friend you ever had | ||
| His wee friends they were always glad | ||
| Fed on fruit and bread and meat | ||
| He tagged along a Johnny's feet | ||
| His master, he was still a lad | ||
| But Shep was older by a tad | ||
| His coat was grey and that's a fact | ||
| He soon developed cataracts | ||
| His sad expression was a sign | ||
| That Shep was going to die at nine | ||
| The doctor said that Shep was dead | ||
| No longer sleep in Johnny's bed | ||
| No more fetch a stick | ||
| Cause Shep was really sick | ||
| Botulism, Botulism, Bolutism | ||
| Shit List | words: AFTim, muzak: Al Duvall | |
| Chorus: | ||
| Shit list, shit list | a capella (or however you spell that) | |
| Now I'm on her shit list | ||
| Shit list, shit list | ||
| And she wont talk to me | ||
| guitar into | ||
| Silly, silly boy you've really done it now | 2xE - G - F# - C# - C - 2xB | |
| You're on her shit list - I don't know how | ||
| You can't get off it - so don't cry and shout | ||
| Walk around the town, feel so left out | ||
chorus |
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| It's a cryin shame you gotta act this way | ||
| Gettin harder to know who's your friends each day | ||
| To be on a shit list and never knowing why | ||
| Did I say something wrong or wink the wrong eye? | ||
chorus |
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| Its a dull aching pain - it eats me to the bone | ||
| And you still scowl at me when we're alone | ||
| I really want to know what prompted this | ||
| If I can't talk to you, why are you still pissed? | ||
chorus |
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| Silly, silly boy you've really done it now | ||
| Silly, silly boy you've really done it now | ||
chorus |
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| Sneaker Heaven | words: AFTim, muzak: Al Duvall | |
| Do you know where old shoes go when they die? | ||
| They gave you their soles and the best years of their life | ||
| But there is some redemption I'm telling you | ||
| For the sneakers who's day is through | ||
| Bad sneakers go to hell and good sneakers go, | ||
| To sneaker heaven | ||
| The laces start to rot and the treads get blown | ||
| But for footgear there ain't no retirement home | ||
| So give them some respect and fling them higher | ||
| Above Main Street on the burial wire | ||
| Bad sneakers go to hell and good sneakers go, | ||
| To sneaker heaven | ||
| Boat shoes, hightops you'll find them all there | ||
| Dangling by their laces in the cool night air | ||
| Above the streets they used to roam | ||
| In a place of honor - their new home | ||
| Bad sneakers go to hell and good sneakers go, | ||
| To sneaker heaven | ||
| Student Life | words: Ira S., muzak: Al Duvall | |
| Tom meets Sheila at a dance | C - Am - F - G | |
| Feeling horny he takes a chance | ||
| Come up to my place for some drinks | ||
| Okay she says, cute she thinks | ||
| In the dorm and up the stairs | ||
| Lounge room strewn with broken chairs | ||
| In his room they lock the door | ||
| Soon they're f**king on the floor | ||
| Chorus: | ||
| Student life | ||
| Student life | ||
| F**king students - filthy floor | ||
| Frat boys are picking up the whores | ||
| When she was young she used to suck her thumb | ||
| Now she's on her knees throating down on Tom | ||
| A young coed learns the ways of the world | ||
| Its girl eat boy and boy eat girl | ||
chorus |
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| Chalk another one up for Tom | ||
| In the morning when she's gone | ||
| Name forgot and number lost | ||
| Three cheap beers his only cost | ||
| What is life? Who gives a shit | ||
| I never even think of it | ||
| Find a hole a stick it in | ||
| A lost chance, the only sin | ||
chorus |
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| Trilobites (I Wanna be a Trilobite) | words: Marv Monotone, musak: Al Duvall | |
You’ve all
heard of trilobites |
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| Chorus: | ||
I wanna be a
trilobite |
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I need a
cephalon and a thorax |
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chorus |
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I wanna be any
ole trilobite |
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chorus |
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| (long version contains certain portions of Alley Cat and Marv doing the worm dance on the floor whilst hooked to Wilma the synthesizer) | ||
| War Crimes / Your Crimes | words: AFTim, muzak: Al Duvall | |
| I got a medal | ||
| For shooting a baby | ||
| A Communist baby | ||
| A threat to our land | ||
| And I got a medal | ||
| For torching a village | ||
| It looked suspicious | ||
| Might get out of hand | ||
| They gave me a medal | ||
| For being a hero | ||
| I picked a ground zero | ||
| But God said it's okay | ||
| I got a medal | ||
| For protecting Exxon | ||
| Hey don't you see it? | ||
| It's the American way | ||
| There should be a medal | ||
| For not dying guilty | ||
| Why should I suffer | ||
| And bleed where I fell? | ||
| I hope there are medals | ||
| When I get to heaven | ||
| But there won't be no Russkies | ||
| They'll all be in Hell! | ||
| Work Buy Consume Die | words: AFTim, muzak: Winslow | |
| I got this job and they pay me well
(work, buy, consume, die) I'm preparing for my trip to hell (WBCD) I march to work and to my tomb (WBCD) Just a number from a forgotten womb (WBCD) |
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| Chorus: | ||
| Tune in to fade away Just remember to have a nice day |
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| I got money but it don't make me
free Take the wagon to the A&P Got up this morning and I couldn't think My only hope was to have a drink |
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| chorus | ||
| The world is sloping and its not my
fault I'm just doing what I was taught Suburban greyness with grass to tend Backed into a corner waiting for the end |
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| chorus | ||
| The neighbors are staring, but
they're the same No one escapes the suburban game Shop around, read the chemical signs Processed foods for your processed minds |
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| chorus | ||
| Have a nice day! Have a nice day! |
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Last relic transcribed: 01/09/2003