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[fox69]

"Theme From A NOFX Album"

"Theme From A NOFX Album"



We're professional punkers
We come from the suburbs
After 15 years, we're still having fun
Now we're over 30, not looking so purty
At least we got a beat up accordion

That's Eric our drummer, his father's a plummer
He drank enough booze to get Rhode Island drunk
Now sober but smelly he's got one big belly
From livin' the good life provided by punk

Singin' singin' singin'
Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimmie some bushmills I'll sing you this song
Open another big box of cheap wine
We're over 30 we're doing just fine

Hefe's not satanic he's one hip Hispanic
He grew up with one dozen cousins and kin
He wears baggy pants he know how to breakdance
You've seen him do every impersonation

That's Melvin on six-string "some tell me I can't sing"
Oh I think you can just don't do it 'round me
Stick with what you know playing guitar solo
With Hetson and Watt in punk karaoke

Singin' singin' singin'
Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimmie some bushmills I'll sing you this song
Open another big box of cheap wine
We're over 30 we're doing just fine

My name is Fat Mike I'm obsessed with big lesbians
I've been a punkrocker for most of my life
I sing kinda flat I'm not really so fat
But that's how I hit them with a hook or a slice

I'm Kent I do sound "Look he's getting so round"
Like Timmy The Turtle he counts as he clicks
I'm Jay (I don't care) someone please cut his hair
I'm Limo from Scotland so gimme haggis

Singin' singin' singin'
Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimmie some bushmills I'll sing you this song
Open another big box of cheap wine
We're over 30 we're doing just fine

Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimmie some bushmills I'll sing you this song
Throw me a qualude, or chop me a line
We're pushing 40 we're doing just fine

Buy me a castle or pass me a bong
give me Glenlivet, I'll sing you this song.
Open another big box of cheap wine,
if you take the low road then I'll take the high.

 

[fox69]

"There's No Fun In Fundamentalism"

"There's No Fun In Fundamentalism"



There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun fun fun

There's no fun in Bible study class
There's no fun getting fucked in the ass by a priest
Unless your old and into that,
It's no Fun for a kid who is scared as shit

There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun fun fun

There's no fun when praying on a mat
There's no fun being covered in black clothes in the desert
Unless you're Goth and into that,
But not if you're a woman who is treated like dog shit

There's no fun for fundamentalist
There's no fun for the poor capitalist
There's no fun for Regan in Exorcist
There's no fun
There's no fun

There's no fun in a theocracy
There's no fun unless you have a chosen people i.d.
Still then you got that God decree
And that's no fun for anyone

There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun fun fun
There's no fun

 

[fox69]

"This Machine Is 4"

"This Machine Is 4"



Condescending keeps us gay
In a denotative way
Noses up and peering down
Tight lips pursed into a frown

Fleece the rich and cheat the poor
That's what this machine is for
Turning bellies into stars, then repeating
Stab the poor, slice the rich
Turn the lever, flip the switch
Making everyone the same is the end game

Hanging out with old McBean
And his grandiose machine
No one seems to be annoyed
No one sees this as obscene

Fleece the rich and cheat the poor
That's what this machine is for
Turning bellies into stars, then repeating
Stab the poor, slice the rich
Turn the lever, flip the switch
Making everyone the same is the end game

She's a gear, you're a cam, I'm a cog
She's a gear, you're a cam, I'm a cog
This machine was invented by McBean
But we all make up the parts
Cut us up and take our hearts

She's a gear, you're a cam, I'm a cog
She's a gear, you're a cam, I'm a cog
This machine was invented by McBean
But we all make up the parts
Cut us up and take our hearts

 

[fox69]

"Three Against Me"

"Three Against Me"



Bloody nose, like people stub toes
Got a fat lip every other week
Learned to breath through the wrong end of a sleeping bag
Learned to read the bible superglued to my hand

It's not called abuse
It's called sibling rivalry
And it's always three against me
Three against me

No one calls it hate when it's your brothers
It's called tough love and accepted by the neighbors
It's not called a hate crime, it's just what my brothers did to pass the time

One hundred fist salute Saturday morning
A steel toe to the shin Saturday night
Mustard up the nose while I was sleeping
Wake up with Tobasco in my eye

It's not called abuse
It's called sibling rivalry
And it's always three against me
Three against me

No one calls it hate when it's your brothers
Closed door and a blind eye by my parents
It's not called a hate crime, it's just what my brothers did to kill

When I found a train ticket next om the bed
Next to a note that read
If I had any respect
I wouldn't think about visiting, writing or calling
In fact any communication would be deleted or hung up
All letters would be torn
Who would correspond with someone who was never born?

 

[fox69]

"Three On Speed"

"Three On Speed"



all we need, a little methanphetamens.
three on speed. a little subversality.
what we do, is nothing you know about.
who are you? definently not one of us.

all we need is a little pick me up.
i don't really care is its clean or if its cut.
so give it to me now or you're gonna bring us down,
yeah hey.

give me some skin, yeah.
who are them? they don't know shit about us.
different strokes, because we wanna live our lives faster.
gonna burn the candle down at all three ends.
live fast, die fun.

all we need is a little pick me up.
i don't really care is its clean or if its cut.
so give it to me now or you're gonna bring us down,
yeah hey. wahoo! hot damn!

 

[fox69]

"Three Shits To The Wind"

"Three Shits To The Wind"



Happy days are here again.
(I'm three shits to the wind!)
It's so nice to wet the bed and not care.
Turning matter into mush.
(I'm three shits to the wind!)
What's another million cells to my head?

Morning's broken, so's my nose.
(I'm three shits to the wind!)
How did I get into my neighbor's bedroom?
Why does my tongue taste like dog?
(I'm three shits to the wind!)
I think I'll try something stronger next time.

 

[fox69]

"Three String Guitar"

"Three String Guitar"



I got two arthritic legs
I got five tuning pegs
I’ve got a bike that chain that I turned into a strap
I can’t remember the songs that I wrote last week
Yeah I’ve got that

I got thirty seven notes
And hundreds of used up famous quotes
And cliches on the wall
My songs are like trees in the forest
No one hears them fall

There are so many things
I can do with just three strings
Still nothing gets dropped into the hat
I don’t steal melodies
And sometimes just change keys
Song masturbation, yeah I’ve got that

But all I need is two
To write better songs than you

 

[fox69]

"Timmy The Turtle"

"Timmy The Turtle"



Timmy the Turtle
Ya know he was Tim
Timmy the Turtle
He sang for The Grim
Timmy the Turtle
Ya know he was Tim
Timmy the Turtle

Timmy the Turtle
Ya know he was Tim
Timmy the Turtle
He sang for The Grim
Timmy the Turtle
Ya know he was Tim
Timmy the Turtle

To slow, is how that turtle go

Timmy the Turtle
He's givin 'em hell
Timmy the Turtle
He's out of his shell
Timmy the Turtle
He's givin' 'em hell
He's Timmy the Turtle

Timmy the Turtle
He's givin' 'em hell
Timmy the Turtle
He's out of his shell
Timmy the Turtle
He's givin' 'em hell
Timmy the Turtle

To slow, is how that turtle go

 

[fox69]

"Together On The Sand"

"Together On The Sand"



Together on the sand,
We walked hand in hand
On the beachfront, she smiled at me
As she tightly held my hand
I had my finger up her...
Country music played on the radio
So I turned it off and we walked down
To the water, as she grabbed on to my honker
A wave swept us away

 

[fox69]

"Too Mixed Up"

"Too Mixed Up"



Have you ever noticed things grow sour?
Just when it was getting good, new bands every hour
Then you have to go and call it dead
And ruin it for everyone who just began to bend

I won't let you say what's right and wrong
I won't let you tell me when it's done
I don't care if you were the first one
I'm not going to let you spoil my fun

Just because you said it first doesn't give you the last word
You were screaming then and everybody heard
Everybody, everybody
Now you just moan, the energy is gone
Just when it was getting good
What went wrong?

Now I can see something has changed
You no longer speak for us like in your "days"
From nothing to fame and back in your time
Makes me wonder what's on your mind

Now I can see you're no different from me
Same confusing thoughts that get you all mixed up

Fun is fun, but what has changed?
"Nothing" is what I'm trying to say
Fun is fun is fun is fun is fun is fun is fun is fun
And we don't need anyone to show us how it's done
Never

I'm not going to live by rules
I will never be your fool
Because I know I've got to try
To make my mark before I die