SOngs you fukken love to death!!!

Volxsturm - Bier trinken ist wichtig (drinking beer is important)

Hast du wieder mal eine Stunde verpennt?
Ist doch nicht wichtig, Bier trinken ist wichtig!
Stehst du allein in der Disko weil du keinen kennst?
Ist doch nicht wichtig, Bier trinken ist wichtig!
Dein Mädl geht mit nem anderen aus?
Ist doch nicht wichtig, Bier trinken ist wichtig!
Deine Alten schmissen dich Zuhause raus?
Ist doch nicht wichtig, Bier trinken ist wichtig!

Das Mädchen vom letzten Monat ist nun schwanger.
Ist doch nicht wichtig, Bier trinken ist wichtig!
Eines ist dir klar, ja du bist der Vater!
Ist doch nicht wichtig, Bier trinken ist wichtig!
Der Fahrkartenkontrolör hat dich erwischt?
Ist doch nicht wichtig, Bier trinken ist wichtig!
Du warst so besoffen hast die Hose vollgepisst
Ist doch nicht wichtig, Bier trinken ist wichtig!

 

FUCK NO
are you tryin to say that BLACK FLAG are EMO?!?!?!?

ARRRRRRRRGHGGHGH

 

HA, Just cuz I was thinkin' about it on the walk over here;

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"Kill The Poor"​

(Disco and mutiny versions mixed)​

haha

Efficiency and progress is ours once more
Now when we get, a samerite bomb
It's nice and quick and clean and gets things done ​

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"Don't forget the shovel"
Away with excess enemy ​

But no less value to property
No sense in war but perfect sense at home:

The sun beams down on a brand new day
No more welfare tax to pay
Unsightly slums gone up in flashing light
Jobless millions whisked away
At last we have more room to play
All systems go to kill the poor tonight

Gonna
Kill kill kill kill Kill the poor:Tonight

Behold the sparkle of champagne
The crime rate's gone
Feel free again
O' life's a dream with you, Miss Lily White
Jane Fonda on the screen today
Convinced the liberals it's okay
So let's get dressed and dance away the night

While they:
Kill kill kill kill Kill the poor:Tonight
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"The Cloud Song"

The Black Cloud gathers smothers my Brain
As i cry another tear in this struggle of Pain
Another hurdle to clear is it all the same
Is the conquest of pain my only Aim?

The Pain has got to Stop, it's eating into me,
My apathy upholds this misery,
this hatred for myself will Destroy me
If i don't to give it the love it needs

Have you ever realised you must love Yourself
if you don't than can you love anybody else?
Nobody can reach you through your personal hell
Youll just eat yourself away in your tourtured shell.


-Rudimentary Peni

 

No 'Sonic Reducer'? The punk rock anthem IMO.

 

"Punkrock For Sale"

Punkrock in the supermarket
See punkrock on TV If that's what you call punk
You're not talking about me
Commercialize our music
Sell out our ideas
Give up all the morals
To me the game's for real
Big labels ain't for punkrock
Money is their only goal
You cannot sell a way of life
you cannot sell my soul

"Punkrocker"

He ain't got no future ain't got no hope
Lived life on the streets always high on dope
Told family and friends that they could all fuck off
2 fingers in the air he acted so tough

He wasn't a punkrocker did it for the show
He wasn't a punkrocker had to let it go

He swore it was for life until he met this girl
She moved into his flat showed him a new world
Quit drugs and got a job and then said punk goodbye
A car a 3 piece suit and now he even wears a tie

Punkrock is for life at least that's in my view
So stop pretending you're so punk
By telling us the rules

Both by Antidote ^_^

 

We're professional punkers
We come from the suburbs
After 15 years, we're still having fun
Now we're over 30, not looking so purty
At least we got a beat up accordion

That's Eric our drummer, his father's a plummer
He drank enough booze to get Rhode Island drunk
Now sober but smelly he's got one big belly
From livin' the good life provided by punk

Singin' singin' singin'
Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimmie some bushmills I'll sing you this song
Open another big box of cheap wine
We're over 30 we're doing just fine

Hefe's not satanic he's one hip Hispanic
He grew up with one dozen cousins and kin
He wears baggy pants he know how to breakdance
You've seen him do every impersonation

That's Melvin on six-string "some tell me I can't sing"
Oh I think you can just don't do it 'round me
Stick with what you know playing guitar solo
With Hetson and Watt in punk karaoke

Singin' singin' singin'
Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimmie some bushmills I'll sing you this song
Open another big box of cheap wine
We're over 30 we're doing just fine

My name is Fat Mike I'm obsessed with big lesbians
I've been a punkrocker for most of my life
I sing kinda flat I'm not really so fat
But that's how I hit them with a hook or a slice

I'm Kent I do sound "Look he's getting so round"
Like Timmy The Turtle he counts as he clicks
I'm Jay (I don't care) someone please cut his hair
I'm Limo from Scotland so gimme haggis

Singin' singin' singin'
Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimmie some bushmills I'll sing you this song
Open another big box of cheap wine
We're over 30 we're doing just fine

Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimmie some bushmills I'll sing you this song
Open another big box of cheap wine
We're pushing 40 we're doing just fine​

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nofx - theme from a nofx album​

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white girl living in the big city in a big apartment hoouse she's living with her boyfriend now she drives off every day for school and work she washes dishes now and watches tv on the pull out couch

and every day's the same(and every day's the same)
and every day's the same(and every day's the same)
and every day's the same(and every day's the same)
and every day's the same

white girl moved back to the suberbs and she finally found a man who know how to take care of her she bought the perfect little house and the lawn's well manicured and she'd never missed a day of work

and every day's the same(and every day's the same)
and every day's the same(and every day's the same)
and every day's the same(and every day's the same)
and every day's the same

white girl couldn't go on knowing she was just here wasting her time she drowned in the lake last night they found her bloated body floating but she still walks around performing all her daily chores she still don't know what life's about

and every day's the same(and every day's the same)
and every day's the same(and every day's the same)
and every day's the same(and every day's the same)
and every day's the same

-the girl next door, screeching weasel. fukken love that song.

 

Seems like there's a lot of Dead Kennedys here.....what about Aus Rotten's Fuck Nazi Sympathy?

Don't respect something that has no respect
don't sympathize with something that has no sympathy
don't understand something that has no understanding
Don't give them their freedom, because they're not going to give you yours
Fuck nazi sympathy
Don't give them their freedom, because they're not going to give you yours

I mean I've only seen one AR song and that was BATF....I love that song but FNS is a great song. Then after that on their Not One Single Fucking Hit Discography CD (even though two cds came after it) comes AIDS great song too.

 

punk has gone through changes
the tribes all get along
from working class to politics
destruction for us all


KILL A NAZI
KILL A BONEHEAD
KILL EVERYONE
NAZIS OUT...OUT OF PUNK

all these fucking boneheads
they think they know it all
they're just fucking jocks
destroying all the shows

KILL A NAZI
KILL A BONEHEAD
KILL EVERYONE
NAZIS OUT...OUT OF PUNK


they're always on the streets
panhandling off punks
these crusties with big boots
but they're brains are too small

KILL A NAZI
KILL A BONEHEAD
KILL EVERYONE
NAZIS OUT...OUT OF PUNK


don't gove me alternative
don't give me any rules
we look it and we love it
to all of you i say fuck off

KILL A NAZI
KILL A BONEHEAD
KILL EVERYONE
NAZIS OUT...OUT OF PUNK


Oi!

 

My life is shit
Shit
My life is bogus
Ball
My life is trite
Cry
My life is hell
Hell

I'm gonna die
Start a new union
I'm going to die
Help my libido
I'm gonna die
Start a new union
I'm going to die
Who wants to stay?

Your life is shit
Shit
Your life is strange
And insane
Your life is lame, a type of crap
Your life is jail
Clam

I'm gonna die
Start a new union
I'm gonna help out my libido
I'm gonna die
Start a new union
I'm going to hell
To help my libido
I'm gonna die
Start a new union
I'm going to hell
To help my libido
I'm gonna die
Start a new union
I'm gonna die
Who wants to stay

Your life is shit

I'ma open myself up a flea market
I'ma open myself up a flea market
And you're gonna wish that you did
Might retire on the profits
First off
I'ma empty out all of my Mrs. Butterworth jars
I'ma put 'em on a shelf with my 800 dollar a month tax free Century 21, shop
And then I am going to put my Mrs. Butterworth syrup jars on the shelf
Next to all the commemorative fast food chain glasses and cups I've accumulated over the past 62 years
Then I'm going to get some plywood
I'm going to get some plywood and cut them up into two by two piece squares
Then I'm going to get some burlap and I'm going to cut them into two by two piece squares and then I'm going to put them onto the pieces of plywood
And then I'm going to go to the beach
I'm going to go to the beach and I'm gonna collect some shells and driftwood
And then I'm gonna take the shells and driftwood and glue them onto the plywood and burlap
And sell 'em for lots of money
People will be paying top dollar for my kids new used new toys and clothing
Then maybe someday I can get rid of that piss stained mattress I've been sleeping on..

I'm gonna die
Start a new union
I'm gonna try
to help my libido
I'm gonna die
We'll start a new union
I'm going to die
Wear my libido
I'm going to die
We'll start a new union
I'm going to die
Wear my libido
I'm going to die
We'll start a new union
I'm going to die
Who wants to stay


(that was mrs butterworth by nirvana. if u love smells like teen spirit, u probably haven't heard)

 

Another song I love to death...


''All righty then. Picture this if you will.
10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,
in my need-to-know post just outside Area 51
Contemplating the whole chosen people thingy when
just then a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but
never really expect to see in a place like this
Cutting right angle doughnuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks
and me yelping... HOLY FUCKING SHIT
Holy fucking shit
Fucking shit
Holy fucking shit
Holy fucking shit
Holy fucking shit...fucking shit...fucking shit

Then the X-Files being, looking
like some kinda blue-green Jackie Chan
With Isabella Rossellini lips and breath that reeked of vanilla chig champa
Did a slow-mo Matrix decent outta the butt end of the banana vessel
and hovered above my bug-eyes,
My gaping jaw,
And my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip,
And all I could think was,
I hope Uncle Quark here doesn't notice
That I pissed my fucking pants.

So light in his way
Like an apparition,
He had me crying out,
Fuck me!
It's gotta be
the Deadhead chemistry!
The blotter got right on top of me
Got me seeing E motherfucking T!

And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning
E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose,
He said you are the chosen one.
The one who will deliver the message.
A message of hope for those who choose to hear it
And a warning for those who do not.
Me, the chosen one
They chose me
And I didn't graduate from fucking high school!

You had better
You had better
You had better
You had better listen

Then he looked right through me
With somniferous almond eyes
Don't even know what that means
Must remember to write it down,
This is so real
Like the time Dave floated away
See my heart is pounding
'Cause this shit never happens to me!

Can't breathe right now

It was so real
Like I woke up in Wonderland
Also a bit terrifying
I don't wanna be all alone
When I tell this story
And can anyone tell me why
ya'll sound like Peanuts parents
Will I ever be coming down?
This is so real
Finally it's my lucky day
See my heart is racing
'Cause this shit never happens to me

I can't breathe right now

You believe me don't you
Please believe what I just said
See the dead ain't tourin'
And this wasn't all in my head.
See they took me by the hand
And invited me right in
Then they showed me something
I don't even know where to begin

Strapped down to my bed
Feet cold and eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive am I dead
Can't remember what they said
God damn shit the bed
High eye (repeated)

I believe you (repeated, heard faintly in background)

Overwhelmed as one would be
Placed in my position
Such a heavy burden now to be the one
Born to bear and bring to all
The details of our ending
To write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen
Shit the bed again
Typical.

Strapped down to my bed
Feet cold and eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive am I dead?
Sunkist and sudafed
Gyroscopes and infrared
Won't help the brain-dead
Can't remember what they said
God damn shit the bed
IIIIIII can't remember what they said to me
Can't remember what they said
to make me out to be a hero
Can't remember what he said

Bob help me!
Can't remember what he said

Don't know, won't know (repeated)
God damn shit the bed''


..rosetta stoned by tool.

 

Cant post lyrics (damn iPod...)
But I fuckin LOVE Swimsuit Issue - Sonic Youth
And Kiss Me Deadly - Gen X

 

"I'm Gonna Rape You"

I knew you in high school, your tits used to make me drool
I knew if I had a chance, I'd get into your underpants

I'm gonna rape you

I saw you at the high school dance, you had on your tight black pussy pants
I offered to walk you home, and when we were all alone

That's when I raped you

Then I took the chance to walk you home, oh my mind was blown
That's when I dragged you down, on to the cold, cold ground

I wanna rape you, you slimy ****




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"Hanging Out With Jim"

Never had no friends, I was always the outcast
Just a psycho weirdo, I was just a piece of thrash
But I always had a partner in crime, that's me and Jim
'Cause I spent a lot of time in jail hanging out with him

Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
Hanging out with Jim, hanging out

Me and Jim were always, always going out
Looking for some fistfights, we were smashing all above
Never knowing where we'd end up, always breaking the law
Beating off on young girls, some nights we almost died

Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
Hanging out with Jim, hanging out

Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
Hanging out with Jim, hanging out

Jim and I were fucking crazy, we never had a care
Riding on a death trip, causing trouble everywhere
We're uncontrollable, rebels with a cause
Mr. Beam was always there when I wake up on the floor

Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
Hanging out with Jim, hanging out
Hanging out with Jim, hanging out



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Both Great fukken GG songs...​

Hold on, I got more.
Here's a DK triplet blast!

[Jello Biafra:] This is for all you people who like to get away with passing joints around in the front row of the Old Waldorf. What would Heavy Metal magazine think? This is called Dreadlocks of the Suburbs.

Why don't you come to my room
Had enough of being fucked by business
Ain't enough to fund my habits
Looks like alcohol so grab it

Had enough of being uncool
Loosen up like all the folks do
Like a lumberjack in my eyes
Have a bottle or two tonight

And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs
And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs

Some peyote and ferascas
And a new Havana philosophy
I don't know too much about him
He knows how to make it never-ending

With a stash that's supremo
He's got any colors going
I took out an ad in High Times
Got to keep up with the new world

Because oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs
And oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs
And oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs
Because oh, oh, I'm a Rastafarian

Forget your social status
Listen up misfit
We can be so high
Where you can't say a word
Because we're so cool, we're someone

Okay, there it is, listen up

Looking through all my pictures
Especially in the South
Got a stake in the promised land
Until my Daddy strikes the gold

And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs
And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs
And oh, oh, time for the dreadlocks of the suburbs
'Cause oh, oh, I want to hold you right now

The more things change, the more they stay the same [x4]



Chickenshit conformist

Punk's not dead
It just deserves to die
When it becomes another stale cartoon
A close-minded, self-centered social club
Ideas don't matter, it's who you know
If the music's gotten boring
It's because of the people
Who want everyone to sound the same
Who drive bright people out
Of our so-called scene
'Til all that's left
Is just a meaningless fad

Hardcore formulas are dogshit
Change and caring are what's real
Is this a state of mind
Or just another label
The joy and hope of an alternative
Have become its own cliche
A hairstyle's not a lifestyle
Imagine Sid Vicious at 35
Who needs a scene
Scared to love and to feel
Judging everythng
By loud fast rules appeal
Who played last night?
"I don't know, I forgot.
But diving off the stage
Was a lot of fun."


So eager to please, Peer pressure decrees
So eager to please, Peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes Again and again...
Chickenshit conformist Like your parents

What's ripped us apart even more than drugs
Are the thieves and the goddamn liars
Flipping people off when they share their stuff
When someone falls are there any friends?
Harder core than thou for a year or two
Then it's time to get a real job
Others stay home, it's no fun to go out
When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs
When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals
From New York metal labels looking to scam
Who sign the most racist queerbashing bands they can find
To make a buck revving kids up for war

Walk tall, act small
Only as tough as gang approval
Unity is bullshit
When it's under someone's fat boot
Where's the common cause
Too many factions
Safely sulk in their shells
Agree with us on everything
Or we won't help with anythng
That kind of attitude
Just makes a split grow wider
Guess who's laughing while the world explodes
When we're all crybabies
Who fight best among ouselves

So eager to plaes, peer pressure decrees
So eager to plaes, peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes again and again,
Chickenshit conformist like your parents


That farty old rock and roll attitude's back
"It's competition, man, we wanna break big."
Who needs friends when the money's good
That's right, the '70s are back.
Cock-rock metal's like a bad laxative
It just don't move me, ya know?
The music's OK when there's more ideas than solos
Do we rally need the attitude too?
Shedding thin skin too quickly
As a fan it disappoints me
Same old stupid sexist lyrics
Or is Satan all you can think of?
Crossover is just another word
For lack of ideas
Maybe what we need
Are more trolls under the bridge
Wil the metalheads finally learn something-
Or will the punks throw away their education?
No one's ever the best
Once they believe their own press
"Maturing" don't mean rehashing
Mistakes of the past

So eager to plaes, peer pressure decrees
So eager to plaes, peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes again and again,
Chickenshit conformist like your parents

The more things change
The more they stay the same
We can't grow
When we won't criticize ourselves
The '60s weren't all failure
It's the '70s that stunk
As the clock ticks we dig the same hole
Music scenes ain't real life
They won't get rid of the bomb
Won't eliminate rape
Or bring down the banks
Any kind of real change
Takes more time and work
Than changing channels on a TV set
So why are we,

So eager to plaes, peer pressure decrees
So eager to plaes, peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes again and again,
Chickenshit conformist like your parents



Where do ya draw the line?


Seems like the more I think I know
The more I find I don't
Every answer opens up so many questions
anarchy sounds good to me
Then someone asks, "Who'd fix the sewers?"
"Would the rednecks just play king
Of the neighborhood?"
How many liberators
Really want to be dictators
Every theory has its holes
When real life steps in
So how do we feed
And make room for
All the people crowded on our earth
And transfer all that wealth
From the rich to those who need it

Where do ya draw the line
Where do ya draw the line
Where do ya draw the line
I'm not telling you, I'm asking you

Ever notice hard line radicals
Can go on start trips too
Where no one's pure and right
Except themselves
"I'm cleansed of the system."
('Cept when my amp needs electric power)
Or-"The Party Line says no.
Feminists can't wear fishnets."
You wanna help stop war?
Well, we reject your application
You crack too many jokes
And you eat meat
What better way to turn people off
Than to twist ideas for change
Into one more church
That forgets we're all human beings

Where do ya draw the line?
WHere fo ya draw the line?
Where do ya draw the line?
I'm not tellin' you, I'm askin' you

In Toronto someone blew up
A cruise missile warhead plant
10 slightly hurt, 4 million dollars damage
Why not destroy private property
When it's used against you and me
Is that violence
Or self-defence
You tell me

Where do ya draw the line?
Where do ya draw the line?
-Where do ya draw the line?
Draw the line, Woh hoho
Draw the line, Woh hoho
Woooh oh hoho hoooo oh--------------------------------------
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Fuckin awesome taste in music! GG is classic (as are all of his backing bands). The two DKs songs off Bedtime for Democracy are incredible. Chickenshit Conformist blew me away the first time I heard it.

 

My Idea for the best dream band would deffinately be composed of;

John Lennon
GG Allin
Jello Biafra
Jim Morrison
Jimi Hendrix...

YUP! :cheers2:

 

GG, Jello and Hendrix would make a cool group. But how would Lennon and Morrison fit in?

 

Allow me to explain

Lennon - vocals, guitar, saddism
Hendrix - Guitar, effects and Wiggin' out
Morrison - Lead vocals, chaotic ranting, passing out on stage
Biafra - bass, sardonism and satire
GG! - Drums, mutilation and defication
And that would always have it's changes, switches and dream confrontaions, clashings of ego and the like... hahahaha YES!

It's kind of like heavy matter theory, if you comprss too much of one generic type of something, an unprecdented event is usually follwed by a horrid woe. :smilielol5:

I'm actually getting a shirt design that has this on the front side, with other kool shit on the back, sleeves and neck.

 

"The Serenade is Dead" by Conflict

 

Beverly Hills

Beverly Hills, century city
everything's so nice and pretty
all the people look the same
don't they know they're so damn lame
there she goes
three piece suit
spandex pants
cowboy boots
I don't know what i'm gonna do
I don't know what i'm gonna do
maybe i'll have to move from
Beverly Hills, century city
everything's so nice and pretty
All the people look the same
don't they know they're fukken lame
there she goes
three piece suit
spandex pants
fiorucci too
I don't know what i'm gonna do
I don't know what i'm gonna do
maybe i'll have to move from
beverly hills, century city!



Luxury problem
Can you belive it?
How fucked up!
Bruised knee
Shit outta luck
Life sucks
My VCR broke
I'm all outta coffee
You're all outta smokes!
Isn't it hard when you're spoiled rotten?
Got another luxury problem problem!
Got a roof over my head
I got a bathtub and a bed
Yet my life is on the brink
Yeah my life fucking stinks and
Too many friends too many
Phone calls, every one wants me
Is my biggest downfall
Isn磘 it hard when you're spoiled rotten?
Got another luxury problem problem!
Got a pimple and a dimple
I'm sick of my clothes and
I tipped on a ruty nail and fell right on my noes
Can磘 look on the bright side it stinks!
Even though I'm alright
I like to sit and pitty myself because it hurts
Isn磘 it hard when you're spoiled rotten?
Got another luxury problem problem!
What do you do when they're all after you?
What can you say? Your life is shit today!
You drop the ball and you feel small!
You idols idolize you, all you friends despise you
Your life is shit, cuz you're living it!
Luxury (problem)
Luxury (problem)
Luxury (problem)
Luxury (problem)
Luxury (problem)
Problem!



One sided society
You've got a problem, I'm so sick of you
You're always telling me what to do
I'm not perfect, I know my flaws
But you're not gonna be the one who lays down my laws
Just because we don't see eye to eye
That doesn't mean I'll take your fuckin' lies

One sided society,
If you don't believe in the same thing
you're left out, you see
one sided society,
Point your finger at yourself
Before you point it at me,
Before you do accuse me, take a look at yourself
You've got the problem here, not anyone else
I don't need them and I don't need you
So what the fuck are you trying to prove

[Chorus]

We can't play this and we can't play that
You're the fucking biggot as a matter of fact
I don't give a fuck if we can't play your shows
Try explaining yourself, you never come to us, I know.


Circle jerks, lunachicks and devotchkas. I fukken Looooooovvvvve chick bands that fukken rule! :drool5: