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[fox69]

"100 Times Fuckeder"

"100 Times Fuckeder"



fighting with gloves
now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder
hitting above the belt
now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder
citing defense
now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder
absorbing all the lies
now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder

we get what we fucking deserve
bringing raised fists to a knife fight
you'd think developed minds could learn
not to give benefit of doubt
you wouldn't trust a hungry animal
around your newborn, would you?

sharing the wealth
now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder
taking the high road
now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder
showing respect
now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder
giving a shit
now we're the ones a hundred times fuckeder

did anyone really expect
to win a race already fixed
the spoils doled out in advance
the appointed already picked
all allegations of fraud
categorically dismissed as absurd

 

[fox69]

"13 Stitches"

"13 Stitches"



The first time I saw the Descendents,
They were the fastest band I'd ever seen
No one in the crowd really cared for them,
We were waiting for The Ally Cats to play
After a couple months I heard Kabuki Girl,
On Rodney on the ROQ, late Sunday night
That was enough for me, I hopped the bus to Licorice Pizza
And bought my all time favorite record

The next time I went to the whiskey,
It was DOA with Millions of Dead Cops
The latter band played faster than I could believe
But the songs sounded the same and kinda sucked
'Cept John Wayne was a Nazi,
And Joey Shithead was a drunk
Then John Macias beat some hippie to a pulp,
'Cause having long hair was a mistake

The third time I went to the hospital,
I needed 13 stitches in my head
I managed to catch about 6 songs of Ill Repute,
Then some suicidal threw me into a post
My girlfriend started to cry 'cause we had to leave
Before DRI played 50 lousy songs
My blood stained shirt smelled of clove cigarettes
But it sure looked pretty cool after a wash

 

[fox69]

"180 Degrees"

"180 Degrees"



It's so easy to defend the Status Quo
with everyone so cool and cynical
But when you see the end don't justify the means
It's just that 180 degrees

The great thing about bein' a human
The ability to reason
But reasoning don't work when no one cares
2 parts apathy, one part despair

Guess what, this might come as a surprise
I'll no longer roll my eyes
A change of heart to let the conscience breath
One quick twist, just 180 degrees

Yeah, I now know the right thing to do
Yeah, anti tradition tried and true
Yeah, a world where wrong has right of way
Yeah, fuck that world, fuck that heirarchy

Go ahead, work, waste your life away
Fuck that world, go fuck that right away

 

[fox69]

"60%"

"60%"



I'm not here to entertain you
I'm here to meet my friend the Russian
The Irish, the German, the Columbian

I don't care how bad I fuck up
I care about how fucked up I get
I'm not your clown
I'm your dealer

And I'm holding three bindles of bullshit
And you're buyin' them 'cause you are addicted
To the pure and totally uncut

I'm not here to amuse you
I'm here to abuse my body
I'm here because old habits die hard

And seriously, what else am I supposed to do?
This isn't my job, my hobby, my habit
It's sad, but this is my life

Welcome to our mission statement
Total self-debasement
And not giving our all

Watch us Fall!

It's not that we don't pull it
It's just that we only give about 60 or so percent

Would you rather be fed bullshit
From some 20-something, makeup wearing, popstar

"This one goes out to all our fans all over the world
Without you, we'd just be us.
So, I just wanna say thank you!
We fuckin' love you, Modesto!"

Fuck you!

And you're takin' it easy before the show
So you won't lose your voice
And disappoint your fans routine

And you don't care about the children
You don't even know them
All you know is their money

 

[fox69]

"60% (Reprise)"

"60% (Reprise)"



We're the band with our own label
That's money under the table, that's answering to no one
But still, other bands just love to hate us
Talking shit behind us, but smiling to our face

That's OK, it's not that they don't like us
They're just a little jealous, cause
we're having more fun
(the band that wouldn't die)
We're the self-crowned kings of candor, sultans of slander
Bastions of D.I.Y.

Which means we make more money, we've got better prescriptions
We own most of our own music, no one's got their hands in our pockets
We don't have management, we get to play loaded
and only 3 months a year
Some years we just take off, vacations are a write off,
and so is goin' out (fuck us)
I suppose that's how we'll go out,
played out and way after our time

 

[fox69]

"72 Hookers"

"72 Hookers"



They don't hate us, they just hate their lives
And desperate people learn to despise
The suicidal's don't want to coup
They don't want to blow up, they just want their 72

72 virgins can never stop a war
But a 100, 000 hookers can beat the Marine Corps
In stopping hatred, fighting will cease
When everyone is getting blow jobs
That's when we'll finally have world peace

How many million men have been killed in foreign wars?
We need to reinstate the draft, enlist a million whores
Start with the sororities and then all the spring breaks
Ship the girls gone wild to Afghanistan
They'll gladly blow the sheikhs

These holy wars aren't holy, it's not the military complex
Terrorists are 16 year old kids who were promised Jihad sex

Maybe if they could see a woman's face
They might not get onto that plane
With a bomb in their suitcase

72 virgins can never stop a war
But a 100, 000 hookers can beat the Marine Corps
In stopping violence, fighting will cease
When everyone is getting blow jobs
That's when we'll finally have world peace

 

[fox69]

"99 Red Balloons"
(originally by Nena)

"99 Red Balloons"
(originally by Nena)



You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
Till one by one, they were gone
Back at base bugs in the software
Flash the message, something's out there
Floating in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by

99 red balloons
Floating in the summer sky
Panic bells it's red alert
There's something here from somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky as 99 red balloons go by

99 Decision street
99 ministers meet
To worry, worry, super scurry
Call the troops out in a hurry
This is what we've waited for
This is it boys, this is war
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by

99 knights of the air
Ride super high tech jet fighters
Everyone's a super hero Everyone's a Captain Kirk
With orders to identify
To clarify, and classify
Scramble in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by

99 dreams I have had In every one a red balloon
It's all over and I'm standing pretty
In this dust that was a city
If I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here
And here is a red balloon
I think of you, and let it go

 

[fox69]

"A200 Club"

"A200 Club"



Why do I keep scratching,
Scratching my balls?
I don't like this feeling,
I don't like it at all.

Cause I got crabs,
I got crabs,
I got crabs,
I got those little fuckers biting and sucking my blood.

There's crab eggs in my bed,
They're in the carpet too,
I'll go to the store,
Buy A200 shampoo.
I got R.I.D. of them,
I got all of them,
They won't be back,
Wait a second,
What is this itching in my crack?

Cause I got crabs,
I got crabs,
I got crabs,
I got those little fuckers biting and sucking my blood.

 

[fox69]

"All His Suits Are Torn"

"All His Suits Are Torn"



Billy Cobin lost it all
We knew he would eventually
Some wonders why he took the fall
Others just ask who the hell is he
And why should we care for him?

A baggy man with baggy clothes
A face made of paper mache
He lost his humor years ago
Along with his molars
His head planted beneath his shoulders

Kill the pain, integrity don't keep you warm and sane
Don't throw me out with the bath water
Don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me

Billy Cobin had a time, Billy Cobin had a place
Following his fifteen minute climb
Billy took a seven second leap a cannonball
Plunge off the deep