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You've been banging on since you first got here
All I'm trying to do is just finish my beer
You sound like you're smart, so you'll get what I say
When I kindly invite you to get the fuck away
That's enough of that shit
Forget the rest of it
I swear, if you don't fucking quit...
Shut fucking up
This got fucking stupid fucking hours ago
A load of fucking hogwash I don't want to know
Isn't there a hole where you can dump that crap?
Fuck off somewhere miles away and never come back
That's enough of that shit
Forget the rest of it
I swear, if you don't fucking quit...
Shut fucking up
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You were just a sperm a few years ago
Now you're a pariah on a fucking phone
Home-schooled loser in cyberspace
Googling "suicide", but never punched in the face
Young man, you don't know who you are
Young man, on your phone in the dark
Young man, self-centered shithead who's lost
Young man, get the fuck off my lawn
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Hell with identity
And long live anomie
Bitch, I was born ashamed
Then scapegoated for sport
You see spectrum through a prism
We're just spectres in a prison
True self is obsolete
And you're nobody's pet genius
A liability
Just to try and let yourself be
Prescriptions and cowardice
Keeping us alive
You see spectrum through a prism
We're just spectres in a prison
Authenticity is a spook
When living and dying are equally absurd
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Seroquel, Prolixin
They just leave me in a fog
Secret voices wind me up
Like a coked-out feral hog
Seeing things that aren't there
The world has got it in for me
Can't adjust, need a shot
To calm me down and set me free
Hanging by my fingernails
Clinging to the ledge
The only thing they'll give me that will take me off the edge is
Thorazine
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The quality of music doesn't mean shit
Just how much money you can make off of it
Marketability is your only concern
When in the hell are you going to learn?
Punk is meant for business people
Your statement's been made 100 times over
You're almost extinct, like the piping plover
Just give in to the way it must be
No point giving it away for free
Punk is meant for business people
Idealists have no place in this biz
Just compose a whole album while you're taking a whiz
The less thought that's in it, the better it be
Just listen to this, we think you'll agree
Punk is meant for business people
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In a perfect world, all these motherfuckers would be gone
And maybe once they were, the rest of us could get along
Dumb old fucks
Religious cunts
Obnoxious kids
Throw them all off a fucking bridge
Superficial, garbage people obsessed with themselves
Politicians, cops and bosses all go straight to hell
Metalheads
Hardcore kids
Powerviolence and grindcore bros
And the jocks they claim to loathe
Scott Ian said "Fuck the Middle East"
But our only hope for peace
Realize there's no time to waste
And nuke the entire human race
Fuck off
Fuck this
Fuck you
Fuck me
Fuck
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Killing need
Taco greed
Killing is the only way
To get what I want
Murder for tacos today
KILL FOR TACOS
I am broke it's not a joke
Killing is the only way
To achieve what I need
Murder for tacos today!!!
KILL FOR TACOS
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I’m gonna ride that train tonight with my crusty friends
I’m gonna ride that train tonight and get some tacos
I’m gonna ride tonight with my crusty friends
I’m gonna ride that train tonight, buy them trust fund tacos
This goes out to all those crusty train hopping trust fund kids
Buying tacos for their crusty friends that ain’t got any money
I’m gonna ride that train tonight with my crusty friends
I’m gonna ride that train tonight and we’re gonna get some tacos
I’m gonna ride tonight with my crusty friends
I’m gonna ride that train tonight, buy some trust fund tacos
I’m gonna ride that train
With my crusty friends
I’m gonna ride that train
Get some trust fund tacos x2
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Can't find a taco truck
Can't find a taco truck
Can't find a taco truck
Can't find a taco truck
I want some tacos from a taco truck
I need them now they can’t be found (x4)
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