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    LINOLEUM

    Possesions never meant anything to me
    I'm not crazy (Cause I got none)
    Well that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar
    And a dog named dog who pisses on my floor
    That's right, I've got a floor
    So what, so what, so what?
    I've 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
    That's me on the beachside combing the sand
    Metal meter in my hand
    Sporting a pocket full of change
    That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
    Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
    That's me on the back of the bus
    That's me in the cell
    That's me inside your head
    That's me inside your head
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    LEAVE IT ALONE

    Breath ever soft
    We wouldn't 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 couldn't 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 (x4)
    Breath, ever so slight
    We couldn't 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 (x4)
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    DIG

    Rationalize values it's so easy to succeed
    Keeping your eyes on the prize excess
    Camped outside Laissez Faire
    People understand me there
    Don't talk to me we'll get along just fine
    Blowin' 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
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    THE CAUSE

    It isn't for the money, no it isn't for the fun
    It's a plan, a scam, a diagram
    It's 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- we're just doing it for the cause
    No it isn't for the fortune, it isn't for the fame
    It's 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 can't ignore
    And you try so hard to point the blame
    Ashamed- what do we do this for?
    The cause- we're just doing it for the cause (x4)
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    DON'T CALL ME WHITE

    Don't call me white (x4)
    The connotations wearing my nerves thin
    Could it be semantics generating the mess we're in?
    I understand that language breeds stereotype
    But what's the explanation for the malice, for the spite?
    Don't call me white (x4)
    I wasn't brought here, I was born
    Circumsized, categorized, allegiance sworn
    Does this mean I have to take such shit
    For being fairskinned?  No!
    I ain't a part of no conspiracy, I'm just you're average Joe
    Don't call me white (x4)
    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
    They're so fuckin' ordinary white
    Don't call me white (x4)
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    A PERFECT GOVERNMENT

    Even if it's easy to be free
    What's 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?
    'cause there hasn't been a sign
    Of anything gettin' better in the ghetto
    People's fed up
    But when they get up
    You point your fuckin' finger
    You racist, you bigot
    But that's not the problem
    Now is it?
    It's 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? (x4)
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    THE BREWS

    Friday night we'll be drinkin' Manashevitz
    Goin' out to terrorize goyem
    Stompin' shagitz, screwin' shicksas
    As long as we're home by Saturday mornin'
    Cause hey we're the Brews
    Sportin' anti swastika tattoos
    Oi Oi we're the boys
    Orthodox, hesidic, O.G. Ois
    Orthopedic Dr. Martins good for
    Waffle making, kickin' through the shin
    Reputation, gained through intimidation
    Pacifism no longer tradition
    Cause hey we're the Brews
    Sportin' anti swastika tattoos
    Oi Oi we're the Brews
    The fairfax ghetto boys skinheaded jews
    We got the might, psycho mashuganas
    We can't lose a fight, as we are the chosen ones
    Chutspah, we battle then we feast
    We celebrate, we'll separate our milkplates from our meat
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    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 'round me
    Dying degree, graying amie
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    FLEAS

    My father used to say
    You sleep with dogs the next day
    You'll 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 don't stop what I'd begun
    You're my one, my only son
    Follow what I say not what I've done
    Follow what I say not what I've done
    Shower, scrub, and shave
    Cleanly boys don't misbehave
    Follow what I say not what I've done
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    LORI MEYERS

    Lori Meyers used to live upstairs 
    Our parents had been friends years
    Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games
    At nine years old there's no such thing as shame
    It wasn't recognition of her face, what brough 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 ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waitin' for no prince..."
    "To save me in fact until just now I was doin' 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
    Where's the problem?
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    JEFF WEARS BIRKENSTOCKS?

    Don't wanna chill, don't wanna sit
    Don't wanna hear no hippy shit
    Don't tell me I've closed my mind
    Don't wanna groove, don't wanna dig
    Don't wanna spend the day naked
    Don't like my music country fried
    He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt
    He wears his birkenstocks to work
    Is he a jerk? No! Just confused
    Jeff don't wear regular shoes
    He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt
    He wears his birkenstocks to work
    Is he a jerk? No! Just confused
    Jeff don't wear regular shoes
    Fat Mike I gotta let you know
    It's not the tunes, it's 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
    He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt
    He wears his birkenstocks to work
    Is he a jerk? No! Just confused
    Jeff don't wear regular shoes
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    PUNK GUY (CAUSE' HE DOES PUNK THINGS)

    Crazier than GG, yet more PC than Ian
    Got colored teeth like Johnny
    Exudes a vicious disposition
    His hair sticks out like Colin' 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
    He'll puke on you, he'll fuck your mom, he'll smoke while huffing gas
    He was the punkest mother fucker I ever did see
    Hell he was even more punk than me
    He should've been on the cover
    He should've been on the cover
    He should've been on the cover of Punk and Disorderly Volume II
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    THE HAPPY GUY

    He's just a man getting through life the best he can
    He's 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
    He's just a man trying to explain how
    He found the word of God could make his life seem less insane
    So he shares what he's read, what he understands, it makes
    sense to him, it makes perfect sense to him, in fact
    He's never seen so clearly
    Turned his back on free will - has he lost his mind?
    He'd rather kneel down than take charge of his life
    And he knows what people think, but it dosen't sway him
    He can read the writings on the wall
    'Cause he knows how people treat, how they treat eachother
    A sacrifice to benefit the all
    Don't try to judge him, his theological ideas
    His hopes may be false but his happiness is real
    Don't try to judge him, he's just a man
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    REEKO

    Reeko, try to understand, it really is that bad
    It won't just go away, the party's over
    It's past two'o'clock, so it's about time
    We stopped, 'cause 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 toilet's overflowed, we've had our fun so now there's nothing left to 
    damage.
    We got no place left to go
    Mr. President, please understand, it really is that bad
    It won't just go away, it's 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
    We've come to see the end, we've all made this bed
    Now we got nowhere to lay, dies and gentlemen
    Try to understand
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    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 don't drop consistent as does the mercury
    His meter slows realizing a zenith
    He's reached perfection
    No one did see him die
    
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