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Snap!
00:20
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Pressure builds, pressure mounts,
Adding up by the ounce.
I’m about to lose my shit.
I’ve fucking had enough of it.
Stay the fuck out of my way:
I guarantee I’ll ruin your day.
You have no clue what I’ve been through
And for too long, I’ve let it stew.
My patient skin is wearing thin,
And it would be a shame
For you to be the one who makes me SNAP.
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2. |
Patches
00:12
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Fuck your patches. Fuck your jacket.
Fuck your skinny jeans.
Fuck your image. Fuck your fashion.
Fuck your shitty 'zine.
And FUCK YOUR SHITTY SCENE.
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3. |
Break the Seal
00:20
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You say it’s just a myth,
But I know you’re full of shit.
Once I've got to go,
I've got to go again,
And then I've got to go again.
Once I’ve had a few,
I know just what to do.
First, I've got to go,
Then I go again,
And then I go again,
And then I've got to go AGAIN.
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4. |
Cryptic Tongues
00:15
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Some people speak in cryptic tongues;
Whereas I don’t give a fuck.
I’m talking about you.
I’m talking about you.
I’m talking about you.
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO DO?
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5. |
Inflated Balloons
00:49
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Your perceived social status in a dead-end town
Makes you the perfect candidate for a party clown.
Inflated balloons: inflated self-worth.
For those of us who know, you’re a great source of mirth.
You take yourself so serious. You’re fucking delirious.
You’re a fucking joke and you don’t even know it.
You think that you’re unusual. You’re fucking delusional.
You think I’m laughing with you.
I’m really laughing at you.
You think I’m laughing with you.
I’m fucking laughing at you.
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6. |
Atheist Evangelist
00:28
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You don’t believe in God.
I’m so awed.
I don’t give a fuck.
Just shut up.
I think you suck.
Atheist evangelist,
You’re an irritating cyst.
I really wish that you would tire
Of preaching to the godless choir.
I don’t give a fuck.
I don’t give a fuck.
Not one fuck GIVEN.
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7. |
Go Get Your Gun
00:16
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Big man, muscle-bound,
Suffering without a sound:
But wait until the picture ends.
Cheap shot in the dark:
No bite, all bark.
You insecurely beat your chest.
Go get your fucking gun.
I’M NOT AFRAID OF YOU.
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8. |
Piss Test
00:21
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I can’t get a job
Without pissing in a cup,
And I'M NOT PISSING IN A CUP.
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9. |
No Regard
00:20
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Another asshole on the road:
A spoiled rotten teenage toad
Acting like a fucking choad.
No regard for anyone else:
No one but your rotten self.
You’re dangerous to public health.
You’re a fucking dick.
YES, YOU ARE.
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10. |
November Brain
00:14
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With November on the brain,
Another bullshit campaign.
Who gives a fuck? They’re all the same!
Politicians are fucking dicks,
So let’s all vote for the biggest prick.
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Pissing Match Buffalo, New York
Urine-soaked hardcore from Buffalo and Syracuse NY.
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