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Lucette
02:33
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She’s like a cannon ball, she drinks in the day
Rockin’ the US Bombs, nothings getting in her way
Cross-bones on painted toes, anarchist aristocrat
Secrets that no one knows, she can be a little brat
Lucette, Lucette I can never be free
Lucette, Lucette you said it was gonna be me
She’s like a hurricane with a beautiful face
She had a boyfriend once, but he got erased
Tight pants, her assets are all on display
Chuck shoes, stained glass tattoo, she’s the one that got away
She’s like an Atom bomb
Blow you away
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2. |
Joseph's Myth
01:51
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150 years ago
A conman and his seer stones
Testified he had been shown
They came here with their many wives
Utopia was on their minds
God’s plan, it was divine
The religion that they’re selling is all fake
And every single cop is on the take
The lies in the ground begin to shake
Underneath the stench of the Great Salt Lake
Liquor stores are run by them
Even though they call it sin
They’re goddamned real good businessmen
Don’t believe in separate
The two are one, the church is State
Go to hell if you masturbate
The religion that they’re selling is all fake
And every congressman is on the take
The lies in the ground begin to shake
Underneath the stench of the Great Salt Lake
Tight control of the flock, erect a church on every block, alright!
10% will get you in, the only ticket to heaven, alright!
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Sharona
02:20
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The day-to-day shit
The mundane shit
Popping pills paying bills
I gotta work the late shift
Can you taste it?
We’re getting wasted
I made the check and paid the rent
I don’t have to fake it
Greeting from your corporate overlords
Sell me something quick I’m getting bored
Product placement, Target Walmart wars
This is all that’s left there’s nothing more
Temptation
Salvation
Jesus freaks in the street
Preaching from the pavement
No deity
No air to breathe
Just a massive income gap
And the impunity of Wall Street
It’s my $harona
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4. |
Sexdriver
02:51
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Live-wire, spitfire
I wanna be your sexdriver
You don’t know me and I don’t care
I just want to get your legs in the air
Amphetamine, drama queen
High-octane love machine
College dreams, pariah scene
Supersonic laser beams
I don’t want to think about it anymore ‘cause it hurts
Let’s just fuck a little
I don’t want to think about it anymore
I don’t want to think about you no more
Live-wire, spitfire
I wanna be your sexdriver
No expectations and that’s ok
Black lights and DNA
Cut it close, overdose
This is what she loves the most
Cutie pie, string of lies
All units are standing by
Plaid red skirt, Black Flag shirt
Fireworks right from the first
Down the stairwell off the street
We split of fifth of something sweet
Southern Comfort I think it was
Not my favorite but I liked the buzz
She asked if this was all a ploy
I looked at her.. and said Oi!
Oi! Oi! Oi!
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5. |
Shake Me (like a baby)
03:13
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I know your love is true
Leave me black and blue
Lick your shiny shoes
I need to be abused
I’ll take you to the dance
Shake your soda cans
Making shady plans
About getting in your pants
Shake me, shake me
Shake me like a baby
Shake me, shake me
Shake me like a baby
Take me break me
I’m your little baby
Make me behave
Try and make me stop
You want to call the cops
But you need your fix
I’ve got the sugar stick
I’m the problem child
Evil with a smile
Take them at the knees
Catastrophe is guaranteed
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6. |
It Doesn't Matter
03:05
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Cry baby cry about your privileged life
The world is burning but you don’t think twice
Sing a song of how you got it rough
You’ve got it all but it’s never enough
It Doesn’t Matter
So you don’t like the size of your nose
The pedicurist fucked up your toes
And all the stupid shit you worry about
It doesn’t matter when your time has run out
It Doesn’t Matter
I don’t care what they say
It doesn’t really matter anyway
Fuck you
You’ve got no class, I think I’ll pass
You’re just another pain in my ass
Fuck you
Legal weed, what are we going to do?
Becka drives a nicer car than you
That fucked up thing your sister said
We run in circles then we end up dead
It Doesn’t Matter
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In the early to mid 80’s punk rock was taking the world by storm. David and Aric were running a muck in SLC frequenting venues like the Indian Center, the Painted Word, and Speedway Cafe, Tim was drumming for an up and coming band out of Atlanta called the Anti-Heros, and Becka was driving her parents crazy in Bloomsburg, PA. She was a toddler, and that’s what they do! ... more
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