And Now For Something Completely Similair Lyrics

[CD lyrics:]
Hello, welcome to our CD
Can you hear the blatant similarity?
To Linoleum and Shadows of Defeat

[Vinyl lyrics:]
Hello, welcome to our disc
Turn it louder, get your neighbors pissed
Or turn it down, it don't matter to me

[Cassette lyrics:]
Hello, welcome to our cassette
Have you started feeling some regret
I guess you can't afford a CD

Ant Attack Lyrics


Computers had a war
And you're gonna die

We won't be anymore
We'll all turn to steel
We'll be in hell
Talking to our friends

Nothing to talk about
Coz' everyone will be dead

Arming The Proletariat With Potato Guns Lyrics
[first joke]

- Hey Hefe
- What?
- What do you call a guy who hangs out with musicians?
- Uh... you?

[second joke]

- Hey Fat Mike, what's a Jewish dilemma?
- I don't know
- Free ham!

[third joke]

- Hey Hefe, what do you call four Mexicans in quicksand?
- What?
- Cuatro Sink-o!
- Ay!!

[fourth joke]

- Hey Melvin, you know why Hitler comitted suicide?
- Why?
- 'Cause he got the gas bill!

[fifth joke]

- Woah guys, woah, that's not funny man, you crossed the line with that one. I don't know if I ever told you this, but my grandfather, he died in a concentration camp
- Oh, Smelly, that's terrible. I didn't know that
- How did he die?
- He fell off the watchtower

August 8th Lyrics

Birds sing there's not a cloud in the sky, yeah August 8th is a beautiful day,
I see a bunch of hippies crying yeah August 8th is a beautiful day,
Like waking up from a real bad dream, suddenly everything is ok.
The storm has passed and the sun is shining yeah August 8th is a beautiful day.
What's goin' on, what's goin on, is something bummin your scene?
There's something wrong, there's something wrong, I'm not trying to be mean.
The air is sweet the summer flowers bloomin nowhere in sight is there anything grey,
Feelings of joy are filling the street, yeah August 8th is a beautiful day.
Like waking up from a fucked up dream, suddenly everything's looking good.
There's been no permanent damage done, Yeah August 8th came right when it should.
What's goin' on, what's goin on, is something bummin your scene?
There's something wrong, there's something wrong, I'm not trying to be mean.
Poor Jeff,
Poor little Timmy Turtle,
Staying home on such a beautiful day.

Bang Gang Lyrics


We don't care, cause we're in a gang
Parties that we go to end up in a bang
Look at us funny and we'll shoot you dead
While we're there, we'll fill 'em with lead

Of all the gangs, we are the worst
We'll be the last, but we weren't the first
We've been in together for a year and a half
There goes our future, but we live in the past

Let's go out shoot some people tonight
We use guns, cause we don't wanna lose a fight
When we'll fight, it's 20 on 1
Cause fighting that way, is much more fun

Everyone knows that we're so bad
Our nights are long and our days are sad
Cause when we go out, someone might die
But we don't care cause we're in a gang

Backstage Passport Theme Song Lyrics

We're NOFX
Screwin' up since 1983
But these days we've got mortgages and families
So we're goin' on a sketchy tour
No country is too obscure
We're gonna drink and cough and fight and snort
We're NOFX this is Backstage Passport

Bath of Least Resistance Lyrics

Too many words on the the tip of my tongue and
I can never figure out
When to speak when to shout when to shut up
When to knock myself out

I need a brainwash
Gray-matter bath
I need the clutter all
Thrown in the trash
I need a brain wash, cause I'm a loon

So could ya please throw my head in a tub?
I could really use a cereberal scrub
Wash away what I know
It's an overrated frontal lobe

Expensive thrills
sexual perversity
are always filling my mind

Mixed with guilt
Cause of bombs over dresden
Are kinda bringing me down

I need a brainwash
Gray-matter bath
I need the clutter all
Thrown in the trash
I need a brain wash, cause I'm a loon

Cause Im a psycho-babble brain
A real life looney toon
A mixed up maniac, Im certifyable
So put me in a room right next to Nicholson
And give me thorazine Cause all I wanna do
Is sing traditional songs
But I like to sing in minor technologies
Not making sense
So could you please throw my head in a tub
I could really use a cereberal scrub
Wash away all I know
It's an over rated frontal lobe

Beer Bong Lyrics



If I want some beer,
I don't want to hear,
How I missed the show,
Because I drink to slow,
So pass me the beer bong,
It won't take very long,
For me to put down,
Torpedo to the ground.

Because drinking beer's to slow,
Beer bong's the way to go,
To go,
To go,
Don't drink, too slow

Beer Bong, Beer Bong, Beer Bong, Beer Bong

If I want some beer,
I don't want to hear,
How I missed the show,
Because I drink to slow,
So pass me the beer bong,
It won't take very long,
For me to put down,
Torpedo to the ground.

Because drinking beer's to slow,
Beer bong's the way to go,
To go,
To go,
Don't drink, too slow

Beer Bong, Beer Bong, Drink it down now.

Beer Song Lyrics



If I want some beer I don't want to hear about how I missed the show
because I drink to slow so pass me the beer bong it won't take very long
for me to put down this torpedo to the ground because drinking beer is too
slow beer bong is the way to go to go to go don't drink too slow !

Best God In Show Lyrics



I have no consideration
Zero mutual respect
For billions who suffer from rational thought neglect
I don’t wanna waste a sentence
I don’t want a conversation
That’s gonna end in disdain disbelief and aggravation

And I find it’s getting harder to hang out
With grown adults who actually believe
In Santa Clause and Noah’s Ark, and Their god is the best
My distaste has turned into detest

Who would read a 2000-year-old medical journal?
Techniques for blood-letting
Advice on trichinosis
Would you navigate the globe
With a map of a flat Earth?
Without DNA testing would you believe virgin birth?

And I find it’s getting painful to put up
With grown adults who actually believe
In unicorns and creation and god always takes their side
That’s when my innocent jabbing turns snide

Thank god for the Grammy
Thank god for the touchdown
Thank god for blowing up the enemy’s sacred ground
So how am I supposed to take anything you say seriously
When you swap free will for faith, hope and pre-destiny?

And it’s getting agonizing to hang out
With grown adults who actually believe
Mythology and history trump physics and science
My aversion has turned to aberrance

Bleeding Heart Disease Lyrics




How money polluted my mind

Dough, what our lives are lived for
Rae, just a crazy Aussie
Me, the generation forges on
Fo-dder, for corporations
Sew-ing, our lives together
LA such a nice place to get shot

But don't forget the "T"
It follows "liber" in the the constitution
Following the part about pursuit
Of happiness the by-product
Of colonial precious metal
Mine extracts, which
Brings us back to dough

Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do

Today I saw a kid torture a cat
Too much leisure
Teenage Norman Rockwell
Paints it black!

How, did the chain get started
More, is what everyone wants
Needy, is what none of us are
Co-operation died last night
Ruptured bleeding heart forsight
Me, I'm just a loo

So don't expect the best
You won't be disapointed when you take a bite and watch
The worm crawl back inside
Don't beelive the fairy tales of
Million dollar happiness
Los Angelesistic lifestyles
(Drinking) Chardanay (over a lobster salad brunch)

Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do

Happiness was killed we watched it bleed,
Some say it died from hate,
Some say from bleeding heart disease

Bob Lyrics


He spent fifteen years getting loaded
Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink?
The doctor said, "What you been thinkin' 'bout?"
Bob said, "That's the point,
I won't think about nothing
Now I gotta do something else,"
OI OI OI!
"To pass the time."
Had someone shave his head
He got a new identity
Sixty-two holed air cushioned boots
And a girl who rides a scooter
Gonna take him out, of town
They would get away
Riding around, as the trucks drive by
You could here the mother fuckers go...

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor tells him to
"Quit your drinkin', now's the time."
Will he ever walk the line
To all my friends, I feel just great
But will he ever walk the line
Kickin' ass and bustin' heads
Red suspenders
Once a day he shaves his head
But will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
Oh will he ever walk the line?

Bob Turkee Lyrics




We don't like him
He's such a dick
He wears funny glasses
He has so many zits

Bob Turkee he's a dick
Bob Turkee he's a dick
Bob Turkee he's a turkey
Bob Turkee he's a dick

He has a beer belly
He doesn't drink beer
He doesn't like girls
He's such a queer

Bob Turkee he's a dick
Bob Turkee he's a dick
Bob Turkee he's turkey
Bob Turkee he's a dick

Bob Turkee, he's such a dick
Bob Turkee, he's such a dick
Bob Turkee, he's such a dick
Bob Turkee, he's such a dick

We don't like him
He's such a dick
He wears funny glasses
He has so many zits
He's such a dick

Bottles to the ground Lyrics




You know it (know it, know it)
When it's over (over, over)
Doors are closing (closing, closing)
Feel the sober (sober, sober)
Staring at you (at you, at you)
You know you'd better take one last good look

One more round then it's bottles to the ground
Smashing of the glass what a supersonic sound
Gotta pull the plug when it's time to die
A wo-o wo-o wo-o
Bottles to the ground

Theres a suitcase (suitcase, suitcase)
On the sidewalk (sidewalk, sidewalk)
Theres some records (records, records)
In a milkcrate (milkcrate, milkcrate)
She'll be staying (staying, staying)
You'll be throwing whiskeys over one lip

One more round then it's bottles to the ground
Smashing of the glass an imperfect perfect sound
We gotta pay the piper when the rats are gone
A wo-o wo-o wo-o
Bottles to the ground

One more round then it's bottles to the ground
One more round then it's bottles to the ground
... (you get the idea) ...

One more round then it's bottles to the ground

Brain Constipation Lyrics


Can't stop obsessing all the alienation,
My head is bleedin' frickin' brain constipation

Somebody hear me, somebody listen to me
Am I alone in this world
Is there anyone listening?
Appease me, can't find a reason to be
Alienation, is taking over me

I'm going away, can't go on any longer
I really don't know why I just gotta die
I never thought this was how it would end

The body swinging,
I see it over and over again
Vanian singing, can I ever listen to it again?
A cry for attention was a cry never heard

With no one listening,
There was nothing to be heard
Nothing to be heard