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IT CAN HAPPEN Words by Mark Hickey Music by Henry Knowles Wake up in the morning and find yourself Staring at the wall When that nagging urge to take a piss Has you stumbling thru the hall That's what you were doing When that official asshole Pushed the button It happened so quick It happened all of a sudden Whatcha gonna do now you're a mutant Whatcha gonna do now that you've changed It can happen after the meltdown It can happen now that you've changed It can happen now you're a mutant Your world is disfigured And your life is rearranged Then you open your eyes again But you can't see through Thick clouds of radiation and debris That's on you So yo uwalk through the ruins In a daze for daze Can't remember how it started It's all such a haze Finally the clouds are lifting And are taken away with the wind And through your skatered throughts Your brain is sifting It can happen BRAIN BONDAGE Words by Mark Hickey Music by Henry Knowles Do you have brain bondage Spend all your time in front of the T.V. set Don't you know they're trying to show you just how to live Better not listen, and don't let them win Brain bondage, brain bondage They try to shape the way America lives Brain bondage, brain bondage Better not listen and don't let them win You look so cool in your Sassoon jeans Going to the beach, you gotta wear your O.P's Wear a leather jacket if you wanna look mean Why not shine it all, it's just a scene NON PERSON Words by Mark Hickey Music by Henry Knowles Your'e a real estate agent Yes, a real big man Selling lots and houses Whenever, wherever you can Slumlord tactics are al you know The word is out, you gotta go Non person, non peson, non person, you've gotta go You're the plague of our home Yeah you're just like a locust Now it's time for your three day notice BODY COUNT Words & Music by Brandon Cruz Arranged by Agression You who are fighting the endless war Told by generals to kill some more Wake up in the morning, march over the hill Whatever's inyour way, you've got orders to kill Got to get that body count Remember kids and chickens count Get that body count The platoon got an order to attack a village After you're through, you can loot and pillage Rape all the women, murder the men Fuck all the sheep, butcher the hens Napalmed a village, hiking into sea If anyone survived that clamity Mutilated bodies, blown in two Count both halves and be glad it's not you MONEY MACHINE Words by Mark Hickey Music by Gene "The Euge" Denon Arranged by Mark Hickey & Henry Knowles It's all part of the money machine, the money machine It's all part of the capitalist scheme, the money machine Makes you forget you're a human being And I call it the money machine So you can . . . Go to school, study real hard, get your college degree It's the American Dream, set up for you and me To keep you from being free Work from 9 to 5 sometimes overtime, just to pay your bills The American Dream set up for you and me By the jerks on Capitol Hill Then one day, when you're sixty-five Ain't got no reason to stay alive Just sit at home waiting for your check Personally I'd rather be hanging by the neck So you can . . . Go to school, study real hard, get your college degree It's the American Dream, set up for you and me To keep you from being free Work from 9 to 5 sometimes overtime, just to pay your bills The American Dream set up for you and me By the jerks on Capitol Hill NO MERCY Words by Mark Hickey Music by Henry Knowles There's no place that you can go Run as fast as you want, it will be too slow I'm going out of my head, it's driving me insane I can have no peace until I see you in pain You slipped out the back when things got hot You took everything and left me to rot But your plan didn't work, it didn't come close When I get through with you, you're gonna look gross I'll show you no mercy when I catch up to you No mercy when I torture you No mercy, there's no place to run You'll wish you were dead before I'm done You'll be bleeding profusely And we don't use tha term loosely Cuz . . . You slipped out the back when things got hot You took everything and left me to rot But your plan didn't work, it didn't come close When I get through with you, you're gonna look gross DON'T BE MISTAKEN Words by Mark Hickey Music by Henry Knowles & Bob Clark Don't call on help from the other side Things might seem tough, but let it ride Even if the light seems to hurt your eyes Don't you call on the forces of the night Don't be mistaken, there are riches, powers, and pleasures there But don't be mistaken Don't you get got up in Don't you mess with the demons lair You think you know power Well you haven't seen shit Deal with the demons No tellin' what you'll get Better let it ride Don't run and hide Behind the pentical Black magic It'll be your death |
INTENSE ENERGY Words by Mark Hickey Music by Henry Knowles Have you ever seen a skate boarder Surfin' in a pool Flying over the coping With a skateboard as his tool Well you've got no time for me You think it's cuz you're too cool Then I'll see you later I'm going surfin' in the pool It's a way to release, intense energy It's a way to release, it's a way to release We just go in there and go crazyyy! It's kinda like an addiction Hard core craving attention Do you know of my position I need to flow on the transition You know we could be out busting heads But we get rowdy in the pools instead Laybacks, inverts, bio blacksides Roll ins, roll outs, gnarly slides, we're grindin' it S.A.T.C Words by Mark Hickey Music by Henry Knowles Slamming at the club just the other night It was so cool, even got in a fight It was all right cuz the bros were there Mellow on the outside so nobody cared Then came something to fuck up our scene Assholes who throw bottles, to prove that they're mean Kicking holes in the wall don't mean that you're cool When this place is closed, you'll know you're the fool Police have the power to stop our gigs Can't you see the thrashers encourage the pigs? Throw 'em in the pit, if they think they're tough I'm telling you this for the future of us LOCALS ONLY Words by Mark Hickey Music by Gene "The Euge" Denon Arranged by Mark Hickey & Henry Knowles Walk down to the beach and what do I see Non local cars blocking up our streets Don't they know the beach is for locals only Don't they know they can't surf on our beach This beach is for locals only Don't they know thacn't surf on our beach This beach is for locals only Take your silly ass and get it off of our streets Gonna have to kcik you out, gonna have to teach you why This beach is for locals only Go into the local store and what do I see Out of town goons in front of me Have no idea what they're doing around here I think I'll hit 'em with this empty bottle of beer Going into my waters and what do I see Out of town faggots in front of my All I want to know is what they're doing on my waves Gonna have to show 'em how we behave INSOMNIA Words by Mark Hickey Music by Henry Knowles Ever find yourself awake In the middle of the night You've got insomnia Grab a glass of water Or a cigarette for your insomnia But I know something that's so much better yet Just grab the bong and numb your brain with pot Watch Cal Worthington and his dog Spot Insomnia, yeah it's so boring Nothing to do at three o'clock in the morning You can get dressed, go out for a walk For your insomnia But that's just asking for hassles From your neighborhood cops You've got insomnia SECRET SEX Words by Mark Hickey Music by Henry Knowles Secret sex is the first sex you ever had Secret sex is the first to make you glad Sneak out the window and walk down the street And there waiting for you is your secret treat Ah secret sex Tiem goes by, you're married, and you're living with your wife You tell her that you gotta go out tonight You say that you're going to the bar And around the corner there's your girfriend in her car Waiting for you cuz you got secret sex for her Secret sex is so fun, but sometimes it's not And you know what I'm talkking about The time when you got caught You felt like an asshole, you really felt shot You wonder was it worth it, you think that it was not But I bet when you get a chance you'll go out and do it again Secret sex is the best Forget the rest, take secret sex STOP THE CLOCK Words & Music by Henry Knowles Get out of the house, take a vacation Can't find a job, total frustration GOt no money, totally broke Life is boring, there's no more hope Don't tell me how I should live You always take and never give I'm myself that's what I wanna be I wanna be me, fuck society Stop the clock, stop the action Get out if you don't like my reaction I've tried your trips they're not for me They make me sick, make me wanna heave And I'm blowing chunks all over the place Some might hit you in the face But I'm myself that's what I wanna be I wanna be me, fuck society |