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BUTTHOLE SURFERS "Buthole Surf Theme Song" I was walkin' down around Venice way Los Angeles Oh big California A man came up to me About 40, gay I say "Go away . . . OK . . . No way . . . AGGGHHHHGH" BUTTHOLE SURF!! etc. I was ridin' waves Around Malibu beach A guy came up to me He was lookin' like a leech He said "Hey Sonny boy, can I eat your peach?" I say "Motherfucker . . . ifyoureach . . . I don't know what I'm goin' to do" BUTTHOLE SURF!! etc. I was ridin' my cruiser out in West Hollywood A girl come up to me and she was lookin' mighty good I was eating quaaludes like butthole surfers should She left me there right where I stood BUTTHOLE SURF!! etc. HEY BUTT WHAT THE FUCK WE ALL LIKE YOU 'CAUSE YOU'RE A SLUT BIG BOYS "History" And we all talk about more peace but then war comes again Doctors, kings and Kennedys want to take some other friend Korea, 'Nam, El Salvador - the name is never the same Laser guns and germ warfare, they're toys for the same old game History - repeats itself History - repeats itself History - repeats itself History - repeats itself And people are starving every day, the sick are going uncured While Mr. Big's huge bank account keeps growing as it should The 1920s and the 1950s - no one's singing the blues Depression came and took it away; you're always paying dues History - repeats itself History - repeats itself History - repeats itself History - repeats itself And punk rock's not so far removed from Little Richard or the early Stones Look around and see how much and just how little we've grown Sometimes I sing so very good, sometimes there's nothing to do The past goes circling all around and 'round; the future's up to you History - the future is up to you History - the future is up to you History - the future is up to you History - the future is up to you BIG BOYS "The Seed" The hiss of the candle That casts your black shadow Catches fire all around you And burns your soul to the ground The many-tongued demon Is calling out the devil His words twist your body Screams are your only sounds Cast your spell, Oh Devil You cast your spell on me Cast your spell, Oh Devil You cast your spell on me Your strange little house So deep down inside you The windows are all bolted The locks are on the door Where other world secrets Are set into their motion Pictures of your life Are all jagged and torn Cast your spell, Oh Devil You cast your spell on me Cast your spell, Oh Devil You're pulling me in far too deep And dirty little altars Are etched into old walls You said your prayers my friend To a pile of bones The madness overcomes you As te flames grow higher The seed of evil my friend The seed of evil's been sown Cast your spell, Oh Devil You cast your spell on me Cast your spell, Oh Devil You're pulling me in far too deep PERSONALITY CRISIS "Case History" Slash my fists against the wall Throbbing pain of it all I grind my teeth at the bus My anger claims my soul I feel better today / today I hold by face in my hands Thinnking of some promised land Losing gets easier everyday I lift my head and I say I feel better today / today All my wit is at wit's end All my troubles condescend Joking for life - waiting for death Trying to make some common sense MINUTEMEN "Fake Contest" I'm making my case Against a stack full of comics Here comes the line . . . "I'm loaded with rocket fuel" Industry, industry, we're tools for the industry Your clothes in their laundry Bleached of identity - You lie there naked - I like here naked - Both on the pavement Why are we different? J.F.A. "Middle of America" Crisis in this world today Want to look the other way Keep on taking care of biz That's where the money is With Reaganomics The rich get richer But you look the other way Generals and senators gone insane But you look the other way Less money for us More for you Is that what you really do? TALES OF TERROR "Skate or Bate" Change the world Grab yourself a skate Do a grinder on the Capitol steps Show the politicians what life is about Make skates not guns Drop acid not bombs Train people how to skate Not how to go to the next Vietnam Promote fun - not violence Skate or bate, man It makes a fuck of a lot more sense If we all don't skate . . . The world's gonna end in a mess! |
FANG "They Sent Me To Hell C.O.D." When I was young I did questionable things My parents and teachers thought me quite insane My priest kneeled me down and asked me to repent I said, "Fucker get back I ain't even half bent" The junkyard's my playground, I laught as fools go to church My parents threw me out cuz I was the Devil's work They singled me out like they once did to Christ I said if religion's so great, why does it come with a price They sent me to Hell C.O.D. They sent me to Hell cash on delivery They sent me to Hell C.O.D. Into the Devil's arms he was waiting for me Now I'm an adult it's a different game You'll die fast witout power or fame I go in a bar, all heads turn to look The regular boys say I came out of a book The jocks and rednecks they just don't understand Why I won't pay the price to be in the promised land The mothers they don't want their children near me So they'll never copy the behavior they see Now I'm down there looking up Cathy's skirt Trying to nab some nooky but my fingers get burnt I run in circles looking for a way out The Devil laughs and turns me into a trout I look in the mirror and to my surprise On Tim's forehead is stamped my demise They got me wrapped up in yestereday's news I looked down and read how I killed all the Jews M.D.C. "Pay To Come Along" We don't need your Jah's fascist doctrine We don't need to be so uptight Hide your eyes from the truth Not to be free but to be right New World Order of old world lies Jesus dons a new disguise When people gave you homes and love You gave back hate from high above Couldn't help us fight the fight Get together black and white Returned all support with abuse And intolerance beyond excuse Black hardcore, hot and mad Such good lyrics, it's so sad Could have taken up a stand Been the most important band Looking out for number one holiest of guests Smoking crucial herb while ignoring all their debts They have shown for all to see, being musically blessed Makes you no better than anyone else Frail and human like all the rest Oh well, we tell you what it cost We'll never know what was lost Your selfishness has been a burn A lesson bitter we had to learn We don't need no Jah jive security We don't need to be so uptight See you hide your eeys from the truth Not to be free, but to be right M.D.C. "(R)evolution In Rock" We think it's right you call it left Vietnam to El Salvador, you just play deaf You don't want to hear a word we say Wanna make believe it's all okay Yes we know there's (r)evolution in rock You can see it everywhere Yes we know there's evolution in rock You can feel it in the air You don't care if you play rough You and your klan never get enough You don't care if you're wrong or right You'll just send the Marines in to fight Sick and tired of Uncle Sam The mad nuclear missile plans "Cause your karma really smells You and your boys gonna rot in hell THE DICKS "Legacy of Man" Big man Made out of iron Tall man Made out of rock Most men do all their thinking Right down in the head of their cocks You can tell them when they walk You can tell them by theiir talk They don't have a thing to say They start wars, then go away They wanna fight day and night They don't care about women's rights Should be killed by firing squad Or be hung up by a mob . . . Big man Mad out of air Short man Wants to be big Most men do all their thinking Like an animal - just like a pig Big man Made out of fire D.R.I. "Madman" He's old and cranky, he's got white hair He yells at us in his underwear He'll attack you like a crazed bear But come on in, don't be scared Madman he'll kick down the door Madman he'll call you a whore Madman he'll brand you a slut Madman he'll kick your butt! You pay the bills, I live in your place I'll do what you say, for my dwelling space I'll do your dishes, I'll wash the floors Just please don't kick down our jam room door You hit my friends and cut down blacks Just proves again what your mind lacks You back the klan I've got to change my Nazi dad D.R.I. "Sad To Be" My mommy says I should join the church The madman tells me what I'm worth True, it's clear, he beats me down Make me bitter, make me frown Until I myself as a human being Hide my eyes to what I see I myself as a human being Me, alone, I really wonder why All along I wonder why I try When life itself depresses me And everything else, it's sad to be You got cold and hateful eyes But I look inside Strip you of your only plce to hide Make you the slave Make you behave Now watch me fade, fade away It starts like this Ends like that Same old two-way predictable trip Get so old, suck so bad Tend to forget all the fun that I've had End up more confused about everything Total chaos and insecurity Fofever in love with the vision Sadness and indecision Feeling croded yet lonely Melancholy is only . . . THE WHITE LIE "Postcard From Dachau" I got a line this morning I should have stayed in bed A glossy of an oven door I thought of home-made bread Reminded me of cooking How Mom dished out the chow But this was something different: The postard was form Dachau Who would you send one to? Friends and family so dear Saying, "Hi, how are you?" Or, "Wish you were here" A closeup of the ovens Or a pile of Jewish dead Or maybe best wished For prisoners underfed So I went over to Dachau To see it for myself The souvenir stand where Postcards lined the shelf And families with cameras Posed on the oven door Joked and laughed like Nazis Did before the war Postcard from Dachau Greetings from the war Genocide full color Yours forever more Just a small reminder Of what my be in store Deepest regrets For the killing and the gore Postcard frokm Dachau Surely will amuse Your family and your friends Especially the Jews Saturday at temple Will never be a bore Just pass around the closeup Of the crematory door So I bought a healthy pile Of assorted types of gore: Corpses, piles of shoes I knew who they were for And to the corporations Who act like Hitlers now I mailed them all from Munich With love, from Dachau |