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give me a dirty job im defected give me a new disease so infected all the smog i need the city air is green and all i wanna be is out of it outta touch i dont listen outta touch i dont care outta...

i heard you're angry because there's a cause don't you remember what you're fighting for they're gonna take you to bed they're gonna give you one for free the side is lookin good and they wanna turn...

to much pressure gonna self exlode the baggage keeps on pilen up my future dangles from the end of a rope no coat tails to sew on my coat this is jsut a fame its just a game good god above take me out...

gave me a wrong number on the telephone when I called you went and hung it up you told me to get a steady job and quit living like a scum got my memories sold my used-to-bes all i know is what i know...

all of my friens theyre actin like theyre dead all of friends lie about what they said some of them get in a band the wagons really full this week yer a funny punk yer wisdoms full go back home back...

what else can you do you bit more than you can chew the hand is feeding you checkpoint charlie's coming soon radar controls your moves satellite the baby food human race will lose they're cloning me...

end of the year theyre raising my rent called in sick my money is spent buildings out side all covered in snow makin a fire the heat is on i loo out my window there a shopping cart attached to it...

street survives a cocky kid suburban casualty care free young and dont fit in abbrasive around old sensitives targets himself cannon fodder remenates he slowly blows away walk thru it all and dont...

I'll be the last to understand while you were demoralized God damnit times still on yer side A rolling stone no less the Dischords on the side Just add a star up in the sky With broken records broken...

billy boy he had the boss sound yesterday what kissed you deadly was the mainstream a used kleenex a bloody kotex paradise in the west was yer english dream 100 punks could never rule without caroline...