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| Too Fucking Crazy To Surf
Today I don't wanna go out and hang ten Cause I don't know if I'll walk again Can't surf today, I'm just not in the mood Cause I don't know if I can swallow solid food chorus All I know, is I can't go Why won't you shut up? Why Won't you go away? I'm too fucking crazy to surf today I got this friend, his name is Fred He lives with me inside my head We spend all day chilling at the beach A grip on sanity's just out of reach chorus My girlfriend left me she says that I've changed Damn fucking straight-I'm mentally deranged My thoughts are moving too fast for me to cry All I know is someone's gonna die Dead Family Blues I went to a store I went to buy a loaf of bread When I came back home I found my family dead Don't ask why Why my family had to die Don't ask why I didn't kill them That's no lie chorus My whole family's dead Lying round with bullets in their heads I Hate You 1, 2, 3, 4, I don't wanna hear no more You fucking egomaniac I hope you have a heart attack All you do is criticise Cause I'm a poser in your eyes You motherfucking fashion punk All you do is get drunk Don't wanna go and get a job You freeloading retarded slob chorus You fucking fucking fucked up prick You really make me fucking sick Why wont you shut your fucking trap? I hate your fucking bondage straps Smash, Bash, Crash Giggle hysterically Stars circle round your head I hear sirens I'm seeing nothing but red Now you're all dead chorus Now all my dreams are coming true Smash, bash, and crash every one of you I'm so sick of your shit Don't wanna hear anymore I've got every single one of you Set to auto-ignore You're such a bore Die Real Old I don't wanna die like the rest of you A blaze of glory's not my style I don't wanna die real young Don't want my life to be that wild chorus I wanna die real old In a nursing home I'll outlive all my friends I wanna die alone I wanna enjoy my golden years Living fast is a load of shit I'm already saving my cash up For my retirement chorus The sunrise looks so beautiful The birds all chirp their pretty songs All my friends are in their graves And I'm still going strong Fuck It All Don't come to me when your life's a wreck When you've lost all your friends respect Cause you don't need to say it And I'm gone chorus Cause you don't need me anyways To say your life's a tragedy And all we've got that's left to say Is fuck it all Don't try to control me Don't you dare think that you own me Cause you barely even know me Nowadays There was once a time when I could put my trust in you Now everything is fucked and I don't know what to do I'm speaking of this time in which you would have got me down But now I won't cry a single tear, I will not fucking frown Humpdriver Hump Sex Can you tell me what's going on? Is there something that I have missed? Don't you tell me no kinds of truth Cause it's only gonna get me pissed Write my name in blue on the wall I'll write your name in the color brown Cause I got my eyes to the sky And you've got your head underground chorus Do you know what I'm thinking of? Do you know what I wanna do? Do you know what's behind my back? Do you know that your days are through? The summer of your life is almost over Desecrate everything while you can You're always gonna be my girl I'm always gonna be your man Man, you're so simple girl You're not all that complex All I wanted was mass destruction All you wanted was fucking sex chorus There's no tresspasing after dark Here in Hopewell Park But I've got business to attend to Dear, so stay near See, I've got this length of rope And I sincerely hope You'll give me ten fingers A boost, till I get the knot tied Live Or Die Some people have got money They waste away the days All I've got is danger And all my fuck up ways Some people have romance They like to say "I love you" All I've got is a police record And a loaded .22 chorus I don't care if I live or if I die Some people have got culture They enjoy the fine arts All I've got is desperation And a lonely, blackened heart Some people smoke cigars Some people sip fine wines Some people enjoy their stupid lives I think I'm ending mine Murdertown The crime rate's up and the kids are down Come with me to murdertown The happening spot is six feet in the ground Come with me to murdertown chorus Murder murder murder town Murder murder murder town go go go go go go go Come with me to murdertown Bloody zombie kids all hanging around Come with me to murdertown Blood by the gallon, flesh by the pound chorus Come with me to murdertown The crime rate's up and the kids are down Come with me to murdertown Beat, strangled, mangled, tortured, raped and drowned Come with me to murdertown I Wanna Kick Joe Piscapo's Head In chorus Yeah, oh yeah I wanna kick Joe Piscapo's head in Seen you on TV I was laying in bed Knew it was neccesary To kick you in the head Now you're middle aged You used to think you were so funny Now you're in your fourties and you're making no money chorus Followed you to your house I seen what you did Beat up your wife Kicked the shit out of your kids Hope you made enough money Off that movie sidekicks Your soul is up for auction Do I hear any bids? chorus Pumped up steriod monster You're out of control I checked around You're not on the payroll All those years of drinking Have taken their toll I'll see you later If you get out on parole You from New Jersey? I'm from New Jersey Possession Rock chorus My head, my head, my head is spinning round Spitting shit and throwing fits I'm never coming down My soul, my soul, my soul's out of control Fucking Jesus, my disease is of the Devil's toll Went to a priest for some advice He said Hail Mary once or twice Spread some ashes on my head Now he's lying, bleeding dead chorus I've got this problem I can not fix I can not stand the crucifix Holy water burns so bad Speaking latin's mighty rad Touch My Hose Again and I'll Smash Your Fucking Face You can't bus tables You're not even able To wash dishes so you're stuck in the front You come in the back Where the dishes are stacked Get away from my sink you stupid fucking cunt chorus Touch my hose again and I'll smash your fucking face You get in my way Every single day Put your busbin down leave the sprayhose alone I got shit to do So why the fuck don't you Get out of the kitchen or I'll smash your fucking bones Sweatshop Lady Got a job from Kathy Lee Making products overseas Fifteen hours a day I work Making clothes for K-mart dorks My hand's caught in the sewing machine No ventilation, we're turning green Oh how I love Kathy Lee, and Cody too chorus She's a sweatshop lady Business looks, a little bit shady The factory's always freezing cold We're only fucking ten year olds In here working night and day Hoping Kathy Lee will say "These pant-suits don't look that bad Me and Frank are awfully glad We won't have to whip you" I love Kathy Lee! Taunton Nothing to do in this goddamn city I think I'm going insane Too many trips to the motherfucking mall Does damage to the brain chorus woah yeah Nothing to do there's no where to go No cool record stores around (except for Underworld Rekidz) All we've got is Sam Goody's bland ultra mellowed out sounds I Spit On Your Grave You should have known better than to let me see your face. I've got a switchblade knife and for blood I've got a taste. I think you're in the wrong city, pretty boy. Around here assholes like you just get destroyed chorus Attack you from behind, fucker, I don't care Zombie kids don't have to fight fair. You look mighty clean and so well bred. Mommy's gonna miss you when you're fucking dead. I spit on your grave. Fucking hell, just shut your fucking face. Fuckers like you make me hate this fucking place Destruction aint no option, it's the road you're heading down. You wandered into Taunton now you'll die in Murdertown. chorus You've got the look You've got the style You've got the snarl The crooked smile You rich fucking asshole. You wanna die like me? You've got the look You've got the style You've got that perfect dark profile All I wanna do is put you in the mortuary. I think you should have let a thought get in your head I think you should have believed the shit you read I know you must have heard it once or twice before Adam Nauseum is the fucking Ghost of 44 I spit on your fucking grave |
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