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The Noise We Make
02:13
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you say we've got these problems but hey you've got them too. you say we fucking suck but we don't listen to you. you say us making music is a big fucking mistake well Fuck you this is the noise we make!
this is the way we celebrate! with punching, and screaming in a pit of hate!, there is not much left to say!! its the noise we make!!!
You say we are fucking wrong about all our views but its A-Fucking-Merica its your fucking right to choose! we are the land of the free!! the land of it all!!! Fuck you this is the time we FALL!!
this is the way we celebrate! punching and screaming in a pit of hate! there is not much left to say! Its the noise we make!!
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Close To The Chest
02:32
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LOOK AT YOURSELF! CANT EVEN TELL! TIME TO BUCK UP! SHOW THEM WHATS UP!
YOU FIGHT FOR YOUR OWN AND STAND BY IT! BEFORE YOU CHANGE, DROP AND LOOSE IT GOTTA PLAY THIS ONE CLOSE TO THE CHEST! YOU FIGHT FOR YOUR OWN AND DIE BY IT BEFORE YOU'D CHANGE OR DROP AND LOOSE IT YA GOTTA PLAY THIS ONE CLOS TO THE CHEST!!!
STUCK IN REVERSE! LOSING YOUR MIND! YOU THINK YOU KNOW! BUT LOST ALL CONTROL!
YOU FIGHT FOR YOUR OWN AND STAND BY IT! BEFORE YOU CHANGE, DROP AND LOOSE IT GOTTA PLAY THIS ONE CLOSE TO THE CHEST! YOU FIGHT FOR YOUR OWN AND DIE BY IT BEFORE YOU'D CHANGE OR DROP AND LOOSE IT YA GOTTA PLAY THIS ONE CLOS TO THE CHEST!!!
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Your Excuses
01:59
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DONT TELL ME YOUR STORY BECAUSE THATS NOT FUCKING RIGHT! DONT TELL ME YOUR SORRY YOU SHOULDNT HAVE TO ANYWAY! IM ALWAYS FUCKING ANGRY BECAUSE THATS THE WAY I FEEL! IM SICK OF FUCKING TRAGETY AND ALL THIS FUCKING APATHY!!
I DONT WANNA TELL YA THATS OK BECAUSE THATS JUST MY EXCUSE TO WALK AWAY!
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Nowhere to Go
02:03
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Driving around nowhere to go. I got no gas but gotta get to my show. I don't know how fast to go! I don't care how fast I go!!
Driving around wit nowhere to go. you're stuck in the past and got nothing to show! I don't know how fast to go and I don't care how fast I go!
Its a free Life do what you wanna do. no one really cared for you. I never really cared to much for truth because they all think we suck. its a free life do what you wanna do. no one really cared for you. I never really cared to much for you because they just wanna FUCK YOU TOO!!!!
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Expedient Means
02:17
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My Jiz
02:05
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Stupid song but here are the lyrics....
YEAH! YEAH! MY JIZZZZZZZZZ
sitting on the porch watching myself, just sitting on the porch watching my self.. I cant even smoke my last cigarette!!
YEAH! YEAH! MY JIZZZZZZZZ
sometimes in life you need your fix. other things in life you just cant fix. Do you want my last cigarette??
YEAH!YEAH! JIZ
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Not A Clue
02:26
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Drop me downtown jacket loose on my back. im feeling so crazy like an animal attack! I grabbed a gun so tight and put a bullet in my head. yeah you made your wish I bet you thought was dead! thanks for the ride can you give me some cash? im going to the bridge gonna buy me a stash. no baby gal ya don't wanna see me tonight. trust me ya don't wanna se me tonight
GO INSANE!!!!!!!!
Hey can you help me? Can you get this off my back? then I snuck around like an animal attack! I ripped off his jaw and I took all his cash! going back to the bridge gonna buy another stash! now im fucking high and im all out of stash the cops are after me better put on a mask! no baby girl yadont wanna see me tonight!
GO INSANE!!
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Blue Ridge
02:10
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There's a blue ridge on top of the hill. yeah its getting dark but we got to still keep pushing on until we get to the top with a couple of soggy boots and some dirt socks. now you start a fire to dry your clothes. you know damn well when it rains it pours. you better go to sleep and rest your head just to climb another mountain get up and do it again!
Theres nothing like our feet walking to the beat!! there's nothing like our feet stomping to the beat!!
A protein bar and a bottle of tang lets start this morning off with a bang!! tie your boots up and all your loose ends. you gotta share a cig with your dirty friend! I know its hard to believe your out here now so take a deep breath and ill show ya how to put them trek poles to the ground and make sure your never sad when your leaving town.
Theres nothing like our feet walking to the beat!! there's nothing like our feet stomping to the beat!!
Now your warn out and you money s gone. your so fuckin scared ya better call your mom! gotta get home and gotta make it fast but ya got no cash an ya cant pay for gas! us yankee boys we don't belong we found a bum on the street that turned a bottle to a bong! take me to the trail its where it is!! take me to the Ridge its where it is!!!
Theres nothing like our feet walking to the beat!! there's nothing like our feet stomping to the beat!!
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FLAGASS
01:41
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THERES A FLAG HANGING IN MY ROOM RIGHT ABOVE MY FUCKING BED WITH STARS AND STRIPES AND ALL THAT SHIT. OH NO WAIT.. THATS ON MY ASS!!
FFFFLLLLLAAAAAGGGGAAAASSSSSSSSSS
FROM THE SHITTY OF WILLOW WITH NO RESPECT FROM WHERE WE LIVE! US STUPID PUNKS WIT SPIKEY HAIR! TRY N CHANGE US WE DONTCARE!
FLAGASS FLAGASS FLAGASS
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SCUM
02:44
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