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[fox69]

"White Bread"

"White Bread"



We're driving around coming to your town
This is the fifth time the van broke down
But we're on our way so you can see us play
We'll get there one day

We're in Missouri, a place to dread
We're all living on white bread
Nothing's new, everything's been said
I want to go to bed

We're in Detroit ready to go
But no one's coming to see the show
How we're gonna get home, I don't know
$9 is all of our doe

We're in Las Vegas, a place to be
All our change is in the slot machines
It's about 125 degrees
I want to go to sleep

We're all living on white bread
I!
Want!
Bread!

 

[fox69]

"Whoa On The Whoas"

"Whoa On The Whoas"


we never like to sing whoa's. we love whoa's. we're against whoa's. we hate whoa's. we prefer ahhhhh's and na na na na-na na's. of course yeah, yeah, yeah's are alright. between AFI and The Offspring i don't think we need anyone else to sing anymore whoa's. we hate whoa's. we're against whoa's. we hate whoa's. awwww.

 

[fox69]

"Whoops, I OD'd"

"Whoops, I OD'd"



Whoops I OD'd,
Shortness of breath.
Call ambulance,
Tell my wife I {love her}.
Error in judgement cut my life,
No second chance, no guiding light.

I never meant to cause you pain,
I never thought I'd be the one who took the fall.
I got lost in the moment,
Assholes like to test the limit.

Six minutes down,
Breathing machine,
Brain not feel right.
The look on you is killing me,
Drowning in shame but don't feel bad.
Cause I never feared consequences.
Hate regrets more than apologies.

A year has passed, like photographs.
My life is just a scrapbook,
Of old friends and faded memories.
Looks like I pulled the rug from under myself.
The fall's too much for me to recover from.

It's been real fun but now I must say goodbye.
I'll see you all at Oki Dogs,
I'll see you all at Oki Dogs.

 

[fox69]

"Wolves In Wolves' Clothing"

"Wolves In Wolves' Clothing"



We are Rome, Aztec Mexico, Easter Island paradigm
We are followers of Jimmy Jones, cutting in the kool-aid line

We are Animal Farm Pigs, we are a Terry Gilliam film
We are fear Oligarchy, we are wolves in wolves' clothing,
We are this planet's kidney stones

In the process of getting passed, metamorphosis from first to last
A system breaking down beyond repairs
A product of three million millionaires, a hundred million easy marks

We are Marie Antoinette, we are Joseph McCarthy
We've finally become the divided states
A nation built on freedom, fear, and hate, the denotation of Irony

We all want a Hollywood end, but we're getting a foreign one
The script has already been penned, and titled, "the epitaph of a drowning nation"

 

[fox69]

"Wore Out The Soles Of My Party Boots"

"Wore Out The Soles Of My Party Boots"



Life is fast but I don't wanna live past you, cause you are my only roots
I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out the soles of my party boots
So call me shit-faced Master of Disgrace, I don't care cause my outer skin
Is thick like crust, and a liver that's rusted out, now I'm on a list

Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but I'll give ambivalence
I gotta memory box cause my memory blocks me, from remembering weeks
All the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into grey matter damagings
So call me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk rock, give it straight cause I deserve
a verbal beating from an audience bleating, and a melee with no concern
Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but I'll give irresponsiveness
Everybody wants to drag me up again, I wanna go, but the price keeps going up
Going down is simple and practical, laying low but keeping it cynical
I'm on the wagon and it's such a drag, without a key kick, shot, and a drag

Evidently no one likes a quitter or an old punk's bitterness
So I'm waiting for the tap, on my shoulder, cause we're all getting older not better
The laughs are no longer with us
So call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk,
call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk
call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk shit-faced master of disgrace

 

[fox69]

"Wore Out The Soles Of My Party Boots (2012 Version)"

"Wore Out The Soles Of My Party Boots (2012 Version)"



Life is fast but I don't wanna live past you, cause you are my only roots
I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out the soles of my party boots
So call me shit-faced Master of Disgrace, I don't care cause my outer skin
Is thick like crust, and a liver that's rusted out, now I'm on a list

Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but I'll give ambivalence
I gotta memory box cause my memory blocks me, from remembering weeks
All the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into grey matter damagings
So call me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk rock, give it straight cause I deserve
a verbal beating from an audience bleating, and a melee with no concern

Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but I'll give irresponsiveness
Everybody wants to drag me up again, I wanna go, but the price keeps going up
Going down is simple and practical, laying low but keeping it cynical
I'm on the wagon and it's such a drag, without a key kick, shot, and a drag

Evidently no one likes a quitter or an old punk's bitterness
So I'm waiting for the tap, on my shoulder, cause we're all getting older not better
The laughs are no longer with us
So call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk,
call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk
call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk shit-faced master of disgrace

 

[fox69]

"Xmas Has Been X'ed"

"Xmas Has Been X'ed"



It's funny how some fables became historic
When the authors clearly wrote them to be metaphoric
But people will believe anything if it's written
Especially in stone or ancient scroll
December 25th has been blacklisted
Since Dawkins found the proof Jesus never existed
It was the last thing anyone ever expected
Xmas has been X'd

No colored lights, no shopping sprees
No more presents under dead trees
St. Nick is dead but we don't grieve
We celebrate the last Christmas Eve

Jesuits are slowly turning Dianetic
Protestants increasingly become agnostic
Pentecostal churches are hanging pentagrams
Priests and Nuns are molesting each other
Methodists and Baptists are claiming Buddhist
Evangelicals surprisingly are Nudist
But mostly everyone is trying to become Jew
Cuz Easter's canceled too

No more egg hunts, no Sunday mass
Fridays are fair, Wednesdays don't ash
They canceled lent and slowed down fast
Enjoy Christmas cuz it's your last
No shopping sprees (don't worry son)
No more presents (We don't need christ) under dead trees (We got eight nights)
St. Nick is dead (we got mitzvah) but we don't grieve (The're all canceled)
We celebrate (our hanukah) the last Christmas eve

 

[fox69]

"You Drink You Drive You Spill"

"You Drink You Drive You Spill"



I say don't drink and drive
You might spill your drink
Before you get behind the wheel, just stop & think
You can take your chances
But there's so much to lose
Another bumpy road,
There's so much wasted booze

I'm not so worried
About how many I kill
I'm much more concerned
With how much beer I spill
35% of accidents
Are cause by pixilated
The other 65% are not
Alcohol related
What does this tell us
About the drunk drivers
They seem to have a
Better record than
the sober team

I'm not so worried
About how many I kill
I'm much more concerned
With how much beer I spill
With how much beer I spill
With how much beer I spill

 

[fox69]

"You Put Your Chocolate In My Peanut Butter"

"You Put Your Chocolate In My Peanut Butter"



Hey you, you have too much hair,
And we don't like what you wear,
And you have really bad breath,
So were gonna beat you to death.

Because there is plenty of us,
And only one of you,
We've got plenty of reasons,
And here's just a few,

You put your chocolate in my peanut butter,
I was walking and you were in my way,
You looked at me without my permission,
And never even apologized.

You put your chocolate in my peanut butter,
That's good enough reason for me to bash.
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter,
That's good enough reason for me to smash.

No justice (There's just us)

You put your chocolate in my peanut butter,
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter,
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter,
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter.

 

[fox69]

"You Will Lose Faith"

"You Will Lose Faith"



Your younger daughter's on the pipe, robbed you and your mother blind
On an internet site she blew your mechanic, your wife's
Overdose was a success, humiliation was too great
Now with your estate foreclosed, you will surely lose your head
Was in a bad place when you punched your supervisor in the throat
An inadvertent fatal blow, were the words your lawyer used
On the unsympathetic judge, who was having a bad day
So he threw your life away, is your faith a comfort still?
I know the answer, still I ask, where is your god now?

You thought it was the Christian thing to do, breaking up that fight at school
'Til the gun came into play, and the sight was set on you
Running was ironic cause it was the last time you would
Wish the kid you tried to help wouldn't laugh when he saw you
Are the invisible man, no one looks you in the eye
You've become an anecdote, for the wrong place at the wrong time
The worst case scenario, the proverbial "that guy"
You never did question your faith; you flushed it with your first piss bag
That's why I have to ask, where is your god now?

Where is your god, where is your god?
Where is your god, where is your god?
(Where is your god?)
Where is your god, where is your god?
(Where is your god?)
Where is your god, where is your god?