Are the founding fathers terrorists or freedom fighters? And Paul Revere the famous night rider And Andrew Jackson the Indian killer A movie of his life
Come and listen to my story 'bout a boy named Bush. His IQ was zero and his head was up his tush. He drank like a fish while he drove a car about. But
We were going nowhere faster than you Our engines were racing hot and our skin turning blue Out of our skulls no sleep for a week You could say we were
Born so ahead in life it's all a game There you rule so smug - with no shame Plan your life in the upper class You're such a fucking selfish ass Daddy
Life But How To Live It - Life can get bumpy so get ready for a ride Think you got a plan but let me confide Got a few friends? You're luckier than most
They shouldn't be driving day or night They can't think left, they can only think right The sun reflects off their bald head Like Ian Stuart they're
From the beginning it was like that You were so special the Maltese cat You weren't being trendy or trying to be cool You just could never... be anyone
Long day, short life Wake up the kids, kiss your wife Watch it go by so quick No time to call in sick Grow up fast and off to work Surprised we don'
There you go scruffy and mean All tattooed and pierced for the scene Smoking that cigarette to capture the pose All the groovy looks for the clothes
Born to believe... you are better Treat everyone like they are nothing but debtors You are the one... the truly forsaken You in your role as the head
Man oh man that's right I'm sick of it Sick of everybody and sick of their shit Sick of my TV set telling me what to do Pretty empty faces all smiling
There's a guy at my work Really hard to know Gotta' put up with him Just to make your dough He can only feel big When he puts you down He thinks he's
I dreamed last night No more cops It felt alright No more cops No need to fight No more cops 'Cause no one needs to steal Everyone gets a meal If it
Let's kill all the cops and throw 'em in bags Set it on fire on a pile of rags Time for a little anarchy on the streets Doesn't really matter if we all
Time out clock now running Human lemmings crowded hoard Ever faster to the shore Ever closing zero ground Official timer clock is wound Time out clock
This is a song for one of the godfather's of punk All the rock star bullshit he wasn't afraid to debunk Labeled himself a musical commie When in fact
The times they are changing but it's really the same old thing Now all the species are fading fast and it's the blue bird's last chance to sing And that
Hey get out of your bed You're acting like a bore Everything's a mess Play it more hardcore Don't be playing dead We can hear you snore Sleep a little
