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[fox69]

"Professional Crastination"

"Professional Crastination"



Can't u see how easy it becomes
Procrastinate, we're professionals
Get things done, you can't, to busy
Having fun we're professionals

Professional crastination it's a way
Of life if you've got lots of time

Put it off cause tomorrow sounds
Much better than today

Always late, not sometimes, occasionally
Consistantly, we're professionals

Professional crastination we're living
In a procrastination

Why can't we ever be on time?

Professional crastination it's a way of life
If you've got lots of time

Pofessional crastination we're living
In a procrasti-nation
Professional crastination

 

[fox69]

"Puke On Cops"

"Puke On Cops"


look at me now. full on the run. i can't stop myself from crashing. breaking grass, bumming a yard. fixing stuff that was never broken. pulling out all the stops. i'm gonna puck on the cops. i'm telling the kids, punk rocks. i'm gonna puke on cops. gimme a side of airplane noise or a half a glass of our resistance. add a dash of disobedient public nusant, richtor riot. pulling out all the stops. i'm gonna puck on the cops. i'm telling the kids, punk rocks. i'm gonna puke on cops.

 

[fox69]

"Pump Up The Valium"

"Pump Up The Valium"



One time weekly rate
12 by 12 foot room
Strapped down to the bed
Now pump up the valium

My mind is wide asleep
My conscience deep awake
The promises I keep
Are not the ones I make
I count the caustic causes
I lost count of regrets
A surplus of good intentions
Don't provide me with content
All I want is just a little content

One time monthly rate
Still no breathing room
Pressure's building up
So pump up the valium

I choose the beaten path
I've been to where it leads
Why I keep coming back
A mystery to me
I found what I've been seeking
It's too late for me to care
My aspiration's leaking
From a hole I can't repair
Maybe I just don't want it repaired

 

[fox69]

"Punk Guy"

"Punk Guy"


Crazier than GG,
More PC than Ian.
Got colored teeth like Johnny,
Exudes a vicious disposition.
His hair sticks out like Colin's did, he jumps,
Similar to Springa, he points his middle finga.
Not just he singer in the band.
Voted biggest asshole, and role model of the year.
Got a face like Charles Bronson,
Straight outta Green Bay Wisconsin,
Not just a singer in the band.
He'll puke on you, he'll fuck your mom,
He'll smoke while huffing gas.
He was the punkest mother fucker I ever did see.
'Ah Hell he's even more punk than me.'
He should've been on the cover,
He should've been on the cover,
He should've been on the cover of Punk and Disorderly (Volume II)

[References In This Song]
[Crazier than GG: GG Allin was in the Jabbers, the Scumfucs, Antiseen and the Murder Junkies.]
[More PC than Ian: Ian MacKaye, lead singer of Minor Threat. Began the Straight edge movement]
[Got colored teeth like Johhny: Johnny Rotten from the Sex Pistols]
[Exudes a vicious disposition: Sid Vicious from the Sex Pistols]
[His hair sticks out like Colin's did: Colin Jerwood, lead singer of Conflict, he had long liberty spikes]
[He jumps similar to Springa: Springa AKA David Spring, the lead singer from Society System Decontrol]

 

[fox69]

"Punk Rock Passport"

"Punk Rock Passport"



We're NOFX, established in 1983
We just filmed our first documentary
Taking punk where it's not been before
Africa, Korea, Israel, Ecuador

See Melvin try to play accordion
Watch Kent, our tour manager, stumbling
We give our wives and kids big hugs
Take airplanes around the world
Do sketchy drugs, play shows for rubber checks

We don't try very hard, we're NOFX

 

[fox69]

"Quart In Session"

"Quart In Session"



It's funny how nothing seems much fun
Anymore to me now that I quit the drink
'Cause soberness, it might be what I need
But, it's certainly not how I wanna be

Cause nothing seems much fun anymore to me

Consequence never had any time to think
About what shoulda, coulda, happened to me
See common sense
My parents said I never had any
But now look whose got the dough

Cause nothing seems much fun anymore to me

Don't feel like goin' out
Nothing worth singin' about
Missin' the alcohol
No longer born to lose
Put away my party shoes
Missin' the alcohol
Without tonic and gin
Without two vicodin

Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun

 

[fox69]

"Radio"
(originally by Rancid)

"Radio"
(originally by Rancid)



(Yeah, long time many people have suffered)

Never fell in love
Until I fell in love with you
Never knew what a good time was
Until I had a good time with you
If you wanna get the feeling and you wanna get it right
Then the music's gotta be loud
For when the music hit's me
I feel no pain at all

Here it is
Here I am
Turn it up fuckin' loud
Radio, Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio, Radio
When I got the music, I got a place to go
Radio, Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio, Radio
When I got the music in me, I got a place I can go

I got a place I can go

Warm summer night
I was drinking with my dad
He tried to give me love that I never had
But he gave more love to his bottle of wine
So I had to go out and find
Love of another kind

Here it is
Here I am
Turn it up fuckin' loud
Radio, Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio, Radio
When I got the music, I got a place to go
Radio, Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio, Radio
When I got the music in me, I got a place I can go

Radio clash
Magnificent 7
I was a choirboy
You showed me no heaven.
Two tools surely lost
(Radio, Radio, Radio)
No remorse ignoring the cost.
(Radio, Radio, Radio)

Everybody!
Radio, Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio, Radio
When I got the music, I got a place to go
Radio, Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio, Radio
When I got the music in me, I got a place to go

 

[fox69]

"Re-gaining Unconsciousness"

"Re-gaining Unconsciousness"



First they put away the dealers,
keep our kids safe and off the street.
Then they put away the prostitutes,
keep married men cloistered at home.

Then they shooed away the bums,
then they beat and bashed the queers,
turned away asylum-seekers,
fed us suspicions and fears.
We didn't raise our voice,
we didn't make a fuss.
It's funny there was no one left to notice
when they came for us.

Looks like witches are in season,
you better fly your flag and be aware
of anyone who might fit the description,
diversity is now our biggest fear.

Now with our conversations tapped
and our differences exposed,
how ya supposed to love your neighbor
with our minds and curtains closed?
We used to worry 'bout big brother,
now we got a big father and an even bigger mother.

And you still believe
this aristocracy gives a fuck about you.
They put the mock in democracy
and you swallowed every hook.

The sad truth is
you'd rather follow the school into the net
'cause swimming alone at sea
is not the kind of freedom that you actually want.

So go back to your crib and suck on a tit
go bask in the warmth of your diaper.
You're sitting in shit and piss
while sucking a giant pacifier,
a country of adult infants.
A legion of mental midgets,
a country of adult infants,
a country of adult infants.
all regaining their unconsciousness

 

[fox69]

"Reagan Sucks"

"Reagan Sucks"



Heard it first from Reagan youth,
Dead Kennedys and D.I. too.
Wanna burn the effigie,
From DRI to MDC.
Guess what nostalgia sucks,
But I miss the days of Reagan punk.
We all shared the same enemy,
From CFA to Shattered Faith.

Heard it first from Reagan youth,
Dead Kennedys and D.I. too.
Wanna burn, the effigie,
From DRI to MDC.
Guess what nostalgia sucks,
But I miss songs about Reagan sucks.
We all shared the same memory,
From DRI to MDC.

 

[fox69]

"Reeko"

"Reeko"



Reeko, try and understand, it really is that bad
It won't just go away, the party's over
It's past two o'clock, so it's about time
We stopped, 'cause I see the keg has been sucked dry
The cisco was emptied in to the aquarium
The fish all seem to float
The ex lax lines the dog bowl
The toilet's overflowed, we've had our fun so now there's nothing left to damage.
We got no place left to go
Mr. President, please understand, it really is that bad
It won't just go away, it's just beginning
The ballots have been cast, we make like seaward rats
Leave this sinking ship, leave and not look back
The things we never tried to disallow
Have come back to haunt us now
With apple pie and chevrolet
We've come to see the end, we've all made this bed
Now we got nowhere to lay, dies and gentlemen
Try and understand