NO
Give back what they gave to you
Just believe in what you do
Desecrate, maim, pillage and steal
Bring about the new deal
NO authority
NO complacency
Burn your house, fight your neighbors
Their loss pays for your labors
Break out a shotgun, shoot a cop
Blow up your local gap shop
NO authority
NO complacency
YOUNG REPUBLICANS ANTHEM
Who made you god?
Where did you come from?
You fuck with us
Because you have a gun
But we wouldn't be here
If we were in control
We can still fight you
With numbers you haven't stole
Noone is better than anyone else
But authority has put us all through unnameable hells
Now we're gaining strenght and they're seeing resistance
Now more cops are getting shot and more principals are paying penance
you can't control all the masses with some lever
We won't surrender now or for that matter ever.
KING SUBURBIA
Don't like your money- it's just shit
Go beat up on queers- can't handle it
Locker room jerk off- all you are
Take it out on your girlfriend- gone too far
Neandrathal- won't evolve
Just a clique- I want to
solve
That lawn is too green- way too proud
Shit on it- and get loud
Seen your house on TV- wanna burn it down
You're the suburban king- where's your crown
VICTIM SYSTEM
So sick of victims
It's always someone else's fault
Patterns so predictable
It's insanity and needs to hault
All you do is cry
Why don't you just die
You refused to take control
It's always someone else's toll
Fuck all the Victims
If they can't stand up for themselves
Its only for pity
I think the victim system smells
FUCK YOU VICTIMS!!
Dance of the Rednex
They don't like any difference
might as well be speaking in hyroglifics
Drink that bud- beat you wife
what a sad excuse for a life
Got a big ass truck got a realy small dick
maybe some so-co will do the trick
(c)
the rednex are out tonight
and they just want to fucking fight
they don't want to have any fun
just want to play with their guns
Pint Sized Alcoholic
Oi!Oi!Oi!
i don't drink to be real social
i don't drink to show i got my pants full
i can barely drink more than 3 beers
but i was pressured into it by my fuckin' peers
lite drinker (X6)
give me more
lite drinker (X6)
seeping from my pores
I'm an alcoholic and a punk
i just drink to get real drunk
give me beer give me beer as much as my friends
maybe i'm wrong- and it's just a fucking trend
lite drinker(6xxx)
give me more
lite drinker(666x)
seeping from my pores
I'm a fukin' drunk
Hired Security
it's hired security
-got a plastic badge
it's hired security
-don't fucking loiter
it's hired security
-they'll blow their whistle
it's hired security
-and they'll kick you the fuck out
just waiting for a friend
out side a store full of trends
don't be fucking loyal
you might start mall turmoil
SOLITUDE
We don't call ourselves kids
We call ourselves people
But you don't treat us that way
So step off fuck you!
Just because we live a different way than yours
You think all we're good for is fighting in your motherfucking wars
Amerikkkans in cars and Amerikkkans in office
My "Amerikkkan dream" was certainly not this
Don't be afraid to be yourself
Just stand for what you believe
Fight them with all you've got
We will make them leave
Stuff for the next release...
SELECTED TO SERVE
(chorus)
selective service
selective service
selected to die
selective service
selective service
selected to join the war
time to be a casualty
learn not to be me
live with them and be like them
this is where we learn to be men
(chorus)
life on the battle field
always taught to yeild
all the glory was a myth
the only reprise is death
(chorus)
Headed for Destruction
the worlds gonna die in a ball of flames
apocalypse is coming every one will go insane
your all mindless and your life sucks
we're all gonna perish so who gives a fuck?
we're all headed for destruction
we're all gonna fucking die
we're all headed for destruction
we're all gonna fucking fry
2000 won't come because we're all too dumb
should of listened to the profits for the death to come
with a nuclear blast beat dancing through your head
instigate the third world war your gonna end up dead
(Repeat chourous/1st verse)
Oi!Oi!Oi!
we're all headed for destruction
Oi!Oi!Oi!
we're all gonna fucking die
oioioi
we're all headed for destruction
oioioi
we're all gonna fucking fry
oioioi
ON THE ROPES
The enemy is on the ropes
Ignorant last words
Strengthening burnt out hopes
All the cries go unheard
Dying deep inside the jungle
Praying for the final blow
All the lives are on the level
Finaly cold blood flows
Burning fucking villages
You're not a fucking man
Cops seize the streets
It's all in their plan
GROWING STRONG
Some people have to scrounge for their meals
You don't really know how that fucking feels
Go out for dinner and spend 40 dollars
All it adds up to is starving blue collars
The wealth gap widens and we all need a break
How much fucking longer will the revolution take
We need food
And we need health care
We need a place to live
No more "justice" that is unfair
White collar pride keeps us all in the gutter
We get pushed around and all we do is mutter
Keep your gold watch and your fuckin' necklace
We'll present our selves right up in your face
You push us down but it won't last too long
We are growing angry and we are growing strong