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Skate Song
03:15
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the sun ain't even up and i'm already on my skate
this coffee's got me wired and warm, hauling 'round all my dead weight
ya know we hit this place a million times and it's still just like the first
but falling off for winter is the only part that hurts
i think i'm gonna ride this board till i drop dead or freeze
actually i know i am, it's the only way to feel truly free
them pigs have got it out for us but they're just a bit too slow
live fast but skate faster, that's the only thing that i know
cause one day i'll be dead and in my grave
but till then i'm gonna live just to skate
broken bones and plenty of scabs, i don't wanna miss a day
but winter has been creeping along and there's no way to keep it at bay
ya know that it's impossible to be careful when ya ride
so bury me next to my skateboard when i finally die
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the moon was burning like his cocaine drip
eyes a'bulgin, chainsmoking cigarettes
in the palm of the hand lies a lonesome highway
hellbent and highstrung he was making his way
when two hitchhikers were looking for help
hell old beast doyle used to thumb it himself
so he pulled to the shoulder and offered a ride
trouble was a'comin with one hell of a surprise
two men approached the car with knives in hand
through his rearview mirror beast knew what was planned
so he pulled out that pistol from under his seat
rolled down his window, waited, gritting his teeth
the first one came to the door, beast blew the brains out his head
then stepped over the body as the other one fled
this savage started howling under the stars
he yelled run all ya want but you wont get too far
because i ain't got no inhibitions
and i ain't got no conscience
i ain't scared of prison
i know good intentions don't mean shit
no, they don't mean fuckin' shit!
the would-be thief didn't make it too far
before beast caught up and dragged him back to the car
he rolled his head up in the window and tied up his hands
the screaming started as beast ripped off his pants
and yelled "squeal like a pig, boy, make it some fun!"
then he pulled out his dick, i swear it was two feet long
the rape commenced and he fucked him to death
he sped away laughing and as he caught his breath he said
i ain't got no inhibitions
and i ain't got no conscience
i'm headed back to prison
because good intentions, well good intentions don't mean shit
now beast doyle roams the penitentiary
two counts of murder and one by sodomy
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3. |
Cowpunks From Hell
02:38
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I sold my sold my soul yesterday for 26 dollars and some change
But I don't think that I was headed to heaven anyways
As long as I can find money for booze, I'll continue duct taping these holes in my shoes
I guess I have got my priorities confused
They all say that I'm hopeless but I'm pretty hopeful for a pessimist
Because the sun's always gotta rise again, unless tomorrow is the day that the world ends
We sacrificed a goat tonight trying to summon the anti-christ
The evil incarnate appeared with his crack pipe
He smoked twenty 20 rocks with me
I never knew the devil was so friendly
I guess he just got a bum rap from history
But ya know it happens to the best of us
Ya wear out yer welcome and ya run out of luck
Lately I feel that mine's been wearing thin
But I won't let it get under my skin
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Shut Up Cheryl
02:54
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it started as a trip to tennessee in '82
didn't really know what we were getting ourselves into
that cabin in the woods had quite the evil appeal
the bridge was collapsing, but the price was a steal
we found a book inked in blood and bound in human flesh
then bit off more than we could chew when we put it to the test
those demons lured ya into the woods, seems they've had their way
ya begged and pleaded for us to leave but there's just no escape
shut up cheryl, we already know that you're right
shut up cheryl, quit reminding us that we're dying tonight
it didn't take long for things to go wrong on that wicked night
we tried to go but the bridge was out, so now we're stuck alright
hid inside for safety but they came in you a second time
now you're reborn to kill and linda's first in line
so we locked ya in the cellar, it's too late you've had yer fun
those demons were probably right, they'd take us one by one
ya might've paved the path and shelly followed yer tracks
but she wasn't as lucky, she got dismembered with an axe
shut up cheryl, yer driving me insane
shut up cheryl, you won't break all those chains
but i leave for a minute and yer on the loose again
awaken from an ancient slumber, ya ought to be dead
this trip has turned out for the worse, now everyone is dead
my linda tried to kill me but with a shovel i took her head
now i'm the last man standing, surrounded by decay
dawn is approaching, but i'll die either way
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he says let me show ya how a champ throws up
after driving us down the highway 30 miles blacked out drunk
now he's falling from the car, he's puking in the front lawn
i think he's laying in the gutter
but it aint been that long since we've been this trashed
ya know we've done this every day since the year before last
some people say we've got a problem and a couple more agree
i know this is cliche, but hey, theres worse than you and me
i just can't remember if it's june or december
and i used to think that this way it was better
cause i had forgot about you and them cops following me
i went out on the road again with my cheap bottle of whiskey
because ya know we can't go home
it's starting to grow a little old and i've been feeling pretty alone
we're stuck in the storm with a bottle to keep us warm
and i've been running in the wrong direction since the day that i was born
but this is all that we know
and we're just some kids that come from broken homes
but together we truly are stronger than anything that could tear us apart
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Fuck White People
01:12
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First they take the land
Then they take the soil
And with their bloody hands
They dig for oil
So fuck white people!
Way down in the South
They burn down your house
If your skin is black
Goddamn that shit is whack!
So fuck white people!
They call you dirty names
They fill your head with shame
They call the police
Fuck those cracker bastards
Fuck 'em right in the ass
Kill the white devil
Yeah fuck white people
Kill white people!
Fuck 'em!
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Counterfeit Amero Bay City, Michigan
we like beer. we like counterfeited money. most of all, we like making noise.
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