1. Linoleum
Possesions never meant anything to me
Iīm not crazy (Cause I got none)
Well thatīs not true, Iīve got a bed and a guitar
And a dog named dog who pisses on my floor
Thatīs right, Iīve got a floor
So what, so what, so what?
Iīve got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes
Where everything imporatnt to me just seems to fall right down my leg
and on the floor
My closest friend linoleum
Linoleum
Supports my head, gives me something to believe
Thatīs me on the beachside combing the sand
Metal meter in my hand
Sporting a pocket full of change
Thatīs me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
Thatīs me on the back of the bus
Thatīs me in the cell
Thatīs me inside your head
2. Leave It Alone
eath ever soft
We wouldnīt wanna break the eggs as we walk
Never alone, cautious, afraid
I hear the voice of reason on the p.a.
Leave it alone, follow the grain
We couldnīt stop the irresistible force
Leave it the same, change with the winds
Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the old
Leave it alone
DA NA NA NA NA NA NA
Breath, ever so slight
We couldnīt take away your god given right
Leave it alone, heel and stay
Roll over and shake and beg for the bone
Leave it alone
DA NA NA NA NA NA NA
3. Dig
ationalize values itīs so easy to succeed
Keeping your eyes on the prize excess
Camped outside Laissez Faire
People understand me there
Donīt talk to me weīll get along just fine
Blowinī out your mores
Henry Ford tradition preys on
Idle minds left the emergency brake on too long
Underneath the city lies the ruins of mankind
The excavation was a financial success
With artifacts of gold
The arrowheads went straight to the Smithsonian
The rest was melted doen and sold
Substantial gains
Minimal losses are tolerable
As long as the machine keeps running fine
Cannibals
Functioning on Pheromones
Rational thought lost to instinctual
4. The Cause
It isnīt for the money, no it isnīt for the fun
Itīs a plan, a scam, a diagram
Itīs for the benefit of everyone
You gotta have a little respect
Subterranean ideals
Traditional neglect
Reflect on how you think it would make you feel
The cause- weīre just doing it for the cause
No it isnīt for the fortune, it isnīt for the fame
Itīs a scheme, a dream, a barterine
We want everyone to think the same
Because you know what you feel is right
And you feel what you canīt ignore
And you try so hard to point the blame
Ashamed- what do we do this for?
The cause- weīre just doing it for the cause
5. Donīt Call Me White
Donīt call me white
The connotations wearing my nerves thin
Could it be semantics generating the mess weīre in?
I understand that language breeds stereotype
But whatīs the explanation for the malice, for the spite?
Donīt call me white
I wasnīt brought here, I was born
Circumsized, categorized, allegiance sworn
Does this mean I have to take such shit
For being fairskinned? No!
I ainīt a part of no conspiracy, Iīm just youīre average Joe
Donīt call me white
Represents everything I hate
The soap shoved in the mouth to cleanse the mind
The vast majority of sheep
A buttoned collar, starched and bleached
Constricting veins, the blood flow to the brain slows
Theyīre so fuckinī ordinary white
Donīt call me white
6. A Perfect Goverment
Even if itīs easy to be free
Whatīs your definition of freedom?
And who the fuck are you, anyway?
Who the fuck are they?
Who the fuck am I to say?
What the fuck is really going on?
How did the cat get so fat?
Why does the family die?
Do you care why?
īcause there hasnīt been a sign
Of anything gettinī better in the ghetto
Peopleīs fed up
But when they get up
You point your fuckinī finger
You racist, you bigot
But thatīs not the problem
Now is it?
Itīs all about the money
Political power is takin
Protecting the rich denying the poor
Yeah, they love to watch the war from the White House
And I wonder how can they sleep at night?
How can they sleep at night?
How did the cat get so fat?
7. The Brews
Friday night weīll be drinkinī Manashevitz
Goinī out to terrorize goyem
Stompinī shagitz, screwinī shicksas
As long as weīre home by Saturday morninī
Cause hey weīre the Brews
Sportinī anti swastika tattoos
Oi Oi weīre the boys
Orthodox, hesidic, O.G. Ois
Orthopedic Dr. Martins good for
Waffle making, kickinī through the shin
Reputation, gained through intimidation
Pacifism no longer tradition
Cause hey weīre the Brews
Sportinī anti swastika tattoos
Oi Oi weīre the Brews
The fairfax ghetto boys skinheaded jews
We got the might, psycho mashuganas
We canīt lose a fight, as we are the chosen ones
Chutspah, we battle then we feast
We celebrate, weīll separate our milkplates from our meat
8. Dying Degree
Dresser droors are filled with pocket change
Coupons cut, cigarettes smoked down to the butt,
Is this what dreams are made of!
Adding up subtracting down you find yourself sucking the rind
Dying degree, graying amie
Final payment made - had you forgot?
The rightful owner of one deluxe cemetary plot
Paisley satin lined how apprapoe
What a better way to go
Dying degree, graying amie
No more eating crumbs
When my pension finally comes
Your kids want eat mush anymore īround me
Dying degree, graying amie
9. Fleas
My father used to say
You sleep with dogs the next day
Youīll wake in the bed scratching
Those inevitable fleas
At ten years old
You listen to what you are told
But I never felt the ich
I never would
My mother had forbidden me
To waste away my life
I want you to have all the things I could never buy you
So donīt stop what Iīd begun
Youīre my one, my only son
Follow what I say not what Iīve done
Follow what I say not what Iīve done
Shower, scrub, and shave
Cleanly boys donīt misbehave
Follow what I say not what Iīve done
10. Lori Meyers
Lori Meyers used to live upstairs
Our parents had been friends years
Almost every afternoon weīd play forbidden games
At nine years old thereīs no such thing as shame
It wasnīt recognition of her face,
what brought me back was a familiar mark
As it flashed across the screen
I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes
Incriminating act, I felt that I could save her
"Who are you to tell me how to live my life?"
"You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time."
"I ainīt no Cinderella, I ainīt waitinī for no prince..."
"To save me in fact until just now I was doinī just fine"
And on and on
I know what degregation feels like
I felt it on the floor at the factory
Where I worked long before, I took control now I answer to me
The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please
Whereīs the problem?
11. Jeff Wears Birkenstocks?
Donīt wanna chill, donīt wanna sit
Donīt wanna hear no hippy shit
Donīt tell me Iīve closed my mind
Donīt wanna groove, donīt wanna dig
Donīt wanna spend the day naked
Donīt like my music country fried
Heīs got a tye dyed Rancid shirt
He wears his birkenstocks to work
Is he a jerk? No! Just confused
Jeff donīt wear regular shoes
Heīs got a tye dyed Rancid shirt
He wears his birkenstocks to work
Is he a jerk? No! Just confused
Jeff donīt wear regular shoes
Fat Mike I gotta let you know
Itīs not the tunes, itīs their live show
And all the people you get to meet
Plenty of good vibes and decent drugs
Stinky people give you hugs
Walk around in your bare feet
Heīs got a tye dyed Rancid shirt
He wears his birkenstocks to work
Is he a jerk? No! Just confused
Jeff donīt wear regular shoes
12. Punk Guy
Crazier than GG, yet more PC than Ian
Got colored teeth like Johnny
Exudes a vicious disposition
His hair sticks out like Colinī did, he jumps
Similar to Springa, he points his middle finga
Not just he singer in the band
Voted biggest asshole and role model of the year
Got a face like Charles Bronson
Straight outta Green Bay Wisconsin
Not just a singer in the band
Heīll puke on you, heīll fuck your mom, heīll smoke while huffing gas
He was the punkest mother fucker I ever did see
Hell he was even more punk than me
He shouldīve been on the cover
He shouldīve been on the cover
He shouldīve been on the cover of Punk and Disorderly Volume II
13. The Happy Guy
Heīs just a man getting through life the best he can
Heīs a not a scientist, he programs a computer
Before that he sold cars to pay a student loan now he receives pity
From his family - his friends say how could he
Turn his back on on reason worshipping
A God finding truth through fear and mind control
Heīs just a man trying to explain how
He found the word of God could make his life seem less insane
So he shares what heīs read, what he understands, it makes
sense to him, it makes perfect sense to him, in fact
Heīs never seen so clearly
Turned his back on free will - has he lost his mind?
Heīd rather kneel down than take charge of his life
And he knows what people think, but it dosenīt sway him
He can read the writings on the wall
īCause he knows how people treat, how they treat eachother
A sacrifice to benefit the all
Donīt try to judge him, his theological ideas
His hopes may be false but his happiness is real
Donīt try to judge him, heīs just a man
14. Reeko
eeko, try to understand, it really is that bad
It wonīt just go away, the partyīs over
Itīs past twoīoīclock, so itīs about time
We stopped, īcause I see the keg has been sucked dry
The cisco was emptied in to the aquarium
Where the fish all seem to play the ex lax
Lines the dog bowl
The toiletīs overflowed, weīve had our
fun so now thereīs nothing left to damage.
We got no place left to go
Mr. President, please understand, it really is that bad
It wonīt just go away, itīs just beginning
The ballots have been cast, we make like seaward rats
Leave this sinking ship, leave and not look back
The things we never tried to disallow
Have come back to haunt us now
With apple pie and chevrolet
Weīve come to see the end, weīve all made this bed
Now we got nowhere to lay, dies and gentlemen
Try to understand
15. Scavenger Type
Gigin alone at the bottom of the hill
Our protagonist named Bill
Sets his sghts on an anchor steam pint
All he needs is thirteen quarters
Congregated in his hat
A crow, a scavenger type
California redemption provides him with his rent
Room and board inside a fifth of comfort
As the wind penetrates his bones
His mind keep focused
Tidal waves of sound catapulted
From his horn wail like lovers
The coins donīt drop consistent as does the mercury
His meter slows realizing a zenith
Heīs reached perfection
No one did see him die
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