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Javex / Trendies
01:24
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FUCK YOU
All the kids I see
They look and act the same
They darken their whole outlook
And the always change their name
So how about some bleach
To make your skin more fucking pale
You see these nautious chemicals
They'll singe off all your lucious hair
Put down the camera
Back off from the make-up
Quit trying to be introspective
Quit being such a fuck-up
You're not really who you're selling
I can see through everything
You want to be cool
You want to fit right in
You're not really bisexual
And your piercings are fucking ugly
Your lame dramatic antics are drawing thin on me
All your trendy clothes
Can't hide your boring mind
Quit acting like a tool
Step off this stupid tide
Javex and fire can't save me now
I HATE MY PEERS!
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What Fun What Fun
What Fun What Fun
Shoot Jimmy in the head with a BB gun
What Fun
Run Jimmy
Run Jimmy
Run you motherfucker Jimmy
What Fun
You gotta run Jimmy run
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I choke my chicken but I'm bored as fuck
I look for kicks but no such luck
I'm scrounging out, I'm short on bucks
I wanna get high, I wanna get drunk
My mind is sublime
My head is lead
My exsistence is substantial
I don't want to go to bed
Living in a dead end zone
Nothing to do but sit at home
I think the world hates my guts
I want to be left alone
My mind is sublime
My head is lead
My being is substantial
I don't want to go to bed
Hanging with the living dead
I've got a fucked up head
Strange times for strange people
I'm not fucked, I'm dead
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I like to trap, I like to kill
I'm looking for a fight
Nonstop sex and cheap thrills
Protein beer's my drink of choice
I can fix any car
I'm a football alumini
I go to the gym and I love to fight
I love to make the faggots cry
Yeah
You know what it is?
I run this place
I'M A MAN!
All my friends hate me
I don't know shit about my kids
I have a wife but I don't care
I still fuck other chicks
Life ain't easy
I'M A MAN!
I'm a devoted man
With an impatient hand
I run this house, though I'm never there
I don't even care
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So stupid
What you say, man, it's just so stupid
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Good Manners
00:45
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Fuck you, you piss me off
I don't give a shit what you say
You're too cool to acknowledge me
Apathy not popularity
We're not trying to take your place
We just want to better this space
Fuck off! Pretentious snob!
Give me a fucking break!
I'm sick of this mundanity
I need a change of scenery
And when I find a better state
I'll settle down and sedate
Good Manners
I've got manners, how about you?
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Garage Girls
00:52
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GARAGE GIRLS
Don't want to see the
GARAGE GIRLS
I don't want to see you
Why do you come if you don't care
Stupid garage girls
GARAGE! GIRLS!
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Sick Little Boy
02:17
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Little boy standing perfectly still
Got a magnifying glass upon an ant hill
Watching the insects go up in flames
I wonder what's going on in his brain
Rolling on his big wheel down the street
Looking for people, for something to beat
A group of kids is his decision
Peddals full blast, head-on collision
Sick little boy
Is it really his fault?
Sick little boy
We can't make him hault
Sick little boy
What's inside your head?
Sick little boy
Wants everything dead
Well, mommy's in her office wondering what to do
Neighborhood complaints, are they getting to you?
Her sweet little angel isn't as sweet thought
Is it society's problem? Could it all be her fault?
See blames herself, see blames the TV
She blames everything he hears and sees
But at the end of the day, when everything's forbid
He's still just a fucked up kid
Sick little boy
Is it really his fault?
Sick little boy
We can't make him hault
Sick little boy
What's inside your head?
Sick little boy
Wants everything dead
He's on the street with a baseball bat
Breaking people's cars
Police charge mother dearest
And now she's behind bars
Sick little boy
Is it really his fault?
Sick little boy
We can't make him hault
Sick little boy
What's inside your head?
Sick little boy
Wants everything dead
Sick little boy
Do you even care?
Sick little boy
He's got an evil stare
Sick little boy
Your mommy's in jail
Sick little boy
WILL KEEP RAISING HELL!
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Everything you know is a lie
All of your family
And all of your friends
Everyone you love is a lie
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I like seafood
It tastes pretty good
Too bad I'm allergic to it
I like to take long walks
On sandy beaches
Don't worry I'm not gay (shit yes I am)
I like hot asians
They have small tits
They pay not attention to me
I like anywhere
But Sudbury, Ontario
It's cold and everyone's name is Chad
Seafood
Long Walks
Asians
Anywhere but Sudbury, Ontario
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Rabble / Explode
01:07
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I'm not very smart, don't know what your saying
I'm not very smart, don't know what your saying
I'm not very smart, don't know what your saying
Everytime you talk, all I hear is
Rabble Rabble Rabble Rabble
Don't think that I'm dumb, cuz I don't understand
Don't think that I'm dumb, cuz I don't understand
Don't think that I'm dumb, cuz I don't understand
Everytime you talk, all i hear is
Rabble Rabble Rabble Rabble
I got a brain and I know how to use it
But what you're saying is really confusing
i'm not very smart, don't know what you're saying
Everytime you talk, all I hear is
Rabble Rabble Rabble Rabble
Stop
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I've got anger, I've got loads
What makes you think I can't explode
Sick and tired of this code
Fuck that I wanna explode
Do you care? Do you know?
I just wanna explode
I just want to explode
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I know things don't look so good
But I'm done being bad
Don't know why you've lost your head
Don't why you've gone mad
Mommy! Please Don't Shoot!
You don't gotta be so agressive
Just stop, please, oh, please
You wonder you're taking all this?
Daddy's stuck up in a tree
Mommy! Please Don't Shoot!
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Truth
00:52
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IT'S THE TRUTH!
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Suburban Wasteland
01:38
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SUBURBAN WASTELAND
Burning in a BBQ blaze
The paved streets have become a maze
Your swimming pool won't keep you cool
Your freshly mowed grass is up in flames
Destruction is in the air
Your trophy wife just ruined her hair
Your quarterback son is getting lynched
Welcome to suburbia, you little bitch
SUBURBAN WASTELAND
Your fancy job won't save you now
Better grab your ball and head for the town
It doesn't matter how much you shout
Or flash that money all about
Your car and your home now lay in ruin
Even heard they just murdered that chick you were screwing
If you ask me it's total pandemonium
WELCOME TO SUBURBIA!
SUBURBAN WASTELAND
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Fast
01:41
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I can play fast
Look how fast I can play
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Dead Rock City
03:10
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Dead rock city has taken over
Nowhere for the kids to go
I'm going to kill the scene now
Because I'm so sick of this joke
Mourn the loss and our boredom
He died this day last year
The kids hardcore danced him to a bloody pulp
He took this shit from a pack of queers
The scene died in vain, this what they say
DEAD CITY ROCK
Dead rock city gonna burn your town down
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Look at me, a total slob
I cram food, gob by gob
I don't worry about uncooked food
I don't even have to chew
Gimme some more gravy! GRAVY!
From turkey to beans, I'll eat it all
My stomach stretches 3 feet tall
Arms so fat, can't reach my back
I hope I don't have a heart attack
Gimme some more gravy! GRAVY!
So I'll keep eating food until I die
Even then, I'll still dine
How long it'll take? Well who knows?
How long until I decompose?
Gimme some more gravy! GRAVY!
GIMME FOOD
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FTC
03:14
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FUCK THE CHADS!
Feet won't stay on the fucking floor
Hard beats racing through your soul
Drop your inhibitions, no time to lose
It's time to break your last fuse
See this look on my face
I always feel out of place
This energy keeps me alive
If I stop, I'll fucking die
We're not going to sit around
It's not profound, it's something that I gotta do
The last sound
When you quit, it all comes back to you
So we're not going to sit around
Head trips and backflips
I need the feeling, all of it
Real connections, real love
Give your life a fucking shove
Sick of living with this kind
Sometimes you just have to unwind
sick of living with this crap
I'm going to fucking snap
We're not going to sit around
It's not profound, it's something that I gotta do
The last sound
When you quit, it all comes back to you
So we're not going to sit around
FUCK THE CHADS!
I think I'm going to fucking die!
I think I'm going to fucking die!
I think I'm going to fucking die!
I think I'm going to fucking die!
I can't stand this sitting life
I'm turning off all my lights
I'm going to fucking die!
FUCK THE CHADS!
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