Drank a twelve pack and smoked six bowls Now it's starting to takes its toll Can't hold it in for too long You're gonna do the technicolor yawn Now you
I've got a cracklab in my basement I'm a shining example of a junior acheivement Cooking up drugs on my chemistry set Twenty-seven grand a week is what
357 or sawed off shotgun You've got a right to choose your weapon Outlaw guns, only outlaws'll have 'em While I can, I'm gonna go and get me some [Chorus
the rangers come we'll kick their ass Our six-pack holders drown the ducks But who really gives a fuck At dawn we've left a blackened crater We're leaving
day I'll see The real you That'll be the day you're through You're gonna die You're gonna die You're gonna die One day One, two, fuck you Me at you it's war Not
I hate Christians and I hate Jews I hate my friends and I hate you I hate the blacks and whites and reds I hope to see them all dead [Chorus:] I'm not
think I'm gonna end it all By shooting up a shopping mall I'll go out in a blaze of glory I'll be a front page headline story Take a thousand people with me They're
say we're number one till he heard us play Then he'd kick us off the show But it's too late, we're here to stay And we aren't gonna go I wanna do the
band a couple girls with big tits We're having a party on the eve of the apocalypse The Punx'll survive the nuclear blast Then the world will be ours at last We
the stake Juan Valdez his sack I'll break Coffee really sucks it fills me with such hate The only thing thats worse is fucking coffeemate [Repeat Chorus] We're all anti-coffee soldiers We
I'll be damn proud [Repeat Chorus] Let's make a crater of the pacific northwest We'll get Nirvana along with the rest No more hyped up poseur scene We
running if we wanna be free We're on a five state killing spree Got a bunch of drugs and a trunk full of booze We've killed six cops so we got nothing
Fuck you and your political scene Give me a Fangoria magazine Wann talk philosophy? Well maybe later I'm watching Bride Of Reanimator [Chorus:] Violence
hicks and a couple of jocks Headlights pin you down with fear Screeching rubber's the last thing you'll hear Sudden impact's all you'll feel As you're
idiot a perpetual sap You've gotta read the directions on a child-proof cap You're stupid and you think it's funny I bet you believe in the Easter Bunny You're
I'm sick of reality, I don't know what to do I guess I'll just shoot some smack and maybe sniff some glue If you think you're going nuts from working
really rather do is talk about yourself So... Don't talk to me Don't talk [x3] Don't talk to me [x2] Not even a word Not even a whisper Just button
Well you say my life is going nowhere Young & dumb and I just don't care I've got no money and I've got no job And I lay around like a lazy slob Walking
