"Bad Moon Rising" (Fogerty)
...Look it up."Bar Song" (Casket/Sinister)
Livin' life on a dead-end street
Havin' a beer 'cause my soul's been beat
Take it down by the 40 oz.
Fuck the world, what does it mean
It means I'm fucked, from what I've seen
Poor is what they want us to be
So raise your glass to poverty
Let's have a toast to you and me
Beat down by society
I see how they look at me
Fuck them, and what they see
They don't know shit about me
I work every day just to survive
Some days it feels like I'm killin' time
So I'll drink until the end of me
The booze and the music will set me free
Same old shit no matter what they say, so I say "farewell" to another day
Gimme the booze, I got nothin' to lose
I choose to drink my blues away
Got your problems, and I got mine
Leave 'em at home and let's have a good time
If only temporarily, the booze and the music will set us free
"Beer is a Necessity" (Sinister)
You say it's time to play, but first thing's first
Been awake all day, and I got me a thirst
The straight edge kids say it's not true
But when it's time to go, I know what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna-
Chorus:
Drink (x4)
'Cause beer is a necessity (x2)
Sobriety don't got no pull in the world of punk rock 'n roll
You say your body's your temple
I don't give a rat's ass
It's not a bad habit, it's workin' class
40 ounces and I'm ready to go, 'cause
What we do before and after the show, we're gonna-
(Chorus)
Well, good times come and good times go
But when I get a couple in me, let the good times roll
We're just a buncha rowdy drunks comin' through your town
And if there isn't any booze we're gonna burn it down, so let's-
(Chorus)
Rock 'n roll (x4)
...Look it up.
"By the Candlelight" (Sinister)
I'm sick of your fuckin' shit
I'm about to have a fuckin' fit
I'm tired of hangin' around
So sick of you puttin' me down
Try to figure you out, I need a fuckin' map
Always try to make me feel like crap
It's time to end it now
It's time to end it now
I go to work each day
Work hard for measley pay
Come home to a fuckin' bitch
Blame me 'cause you're not rich
Blamne me 'cause you're so bored
Wanna do things I can't afford
It's time to end it now
It's time to end it now
Chorus:
Try to find the words to say, but no words come to mind
No time for talk, it's time to die
You say I never make plans
Well, how do you like me now
No more fuckin' around, it's time to
Die, die, die
I'm sick of your fuckin' shit
I'm about to have a fuckin' fit
I'm tired of hangin' around
So sick of you puttin' me down
It's time to have some fun
It's time to get a gun
Preparation is a bottle of booze
Sittin' home alone, waiting for you
Yeah baby, tonight's the night
Look so good by the candlelight
Bloodstains on the kitchen floor
Splattered brains on the kitchen door
Blame me 'cause you're not rich
Now you're just one dead bitch
Yeah baby, tonight's the night
Yeah baby, tonight's the night
(Chorus)
It's time to die (x5)
"Call to Arms" (Sinister)
Oi!Oi! music is here to stay
We're doin' it now, and we do it our way
When you're gone, no one will cry
I'll be shit-talkin' riff raff 'til I die
Chorus:
We got no future, we got no cred
The radio DJs say, "Punk is dead..."
Local bands, they wanna bust my head
But you can't kill what's already dead, yeah
We got no future, we got no cred
The radio DJs say, "Punk is dead..."
Local bands, they wanna bust my head
But you can't kill what's already dead
Punk and skinheads, we must unite
We won't compromise, or give up the fight
Brother and sister, black and white
We'll stick together, 'cause we know we're right
(Chorus)
You say we got no talent and we got no soul
Well we're the bastard children of rock 'n roll
We'll keep doin' this shit, 'til we say we're done
You won't dissuade me, you won't spoil my fun
No
(Chorus)
You can't kill what's already dead (x2)
"Horrible" (Sinister)
Went to see a band last week
The worst thing that I ever seen
The worst thing that I've ever heard
The singer sounded like a turd
Chorus:
These guys are horrible
It's such a bore
These guys are horrible
And I can't take much more
I didn't even catch their name
All I know is they were lame
Who's to blame, I gotta ask
I wanna kick that fucker's ass
(Chorus)
Hor-rib-ble (x4)
I'll bash my head in with a brick
Five more minutes of this shit
The alcohol ain't helpin' either
The singer looks like Beaver Cleaver (Hey, Wally)
(Chorus)
"Insanity" (Sinister)
They all want me dead
They all want my head
They're pickin' at my brain
I'm gonna go insane
1-2-3-4
Chorus:
No! Insanity, it's a way of life
No! Insanity is a way of life
Huggin' a toilet bowl
I hang my head in shame
Na-na-na-nausea
That's my middle name
1-2-3-4
(Chorus)
Huggin' a toilet bowl
I hang my head in shame
That was so long ago
Now I'm gonna go insane
Gonna go insane, I say-
(Chorus, x2)
"I've Got a Boot" (Hub City Stompers)
...Look it up.
Scumbags in our neighborhood, eyein' up our street
We know what they're thinkin' about
They're gonna get beat
No one better try to take from us
They don't got a right to cheat
We earned our way in this world by the workboots on our feet
Chorus:
It's justified, it's justified
Violence
Violence
It's justified, it's justified
It's justified violence
Pushers try to shoot us
Pushers better run fast
Addicts try to stab us
Addicts meet our bats
Drugs took over this city, drugs are all around
We know what's right, it's time to fight
Let's take back this fuckin' town
(Chorus)
Boneheads in my neighhood, up and down my street
We know just what they're thinkin' about
They're gonna get beat
Nazis in our city, nazis every place
Now it's time for you to go
We're gonna smash your fuckin' face
(Chorus)
"L.C.B. (Liquor Control Board)" (Vermin)
I tell you, L.C.B.
You ruin it for me
They gave you the power
It's your fuckin' hour
You made it illegal to drink
Not many like how you think
You don't know how to bend
I hope to see your end
Chorus:
Power and privilege, where's the fuckin' justice (x4)
My time is runnin' out
As you pull your clout
If I'm drinkin' at the bar, I'll drive my fuckin' car
Impossible to tell the liquor you don't sell
You say, "Not a chance", as we do this stupid dance
(Chorus, a buncha "Woah"s, then the chorus again)
Where's the fuckin' justice (x2)
Hey! Hey! (x4)
"Liberal Stomp" (Vermin)
Stomp a liberal in the head
Stomp a liberal 'til it's dead
It's liberal logic is making me sick
This liberal cuntrag's a fuckin' dick
They say they're fighting for you and me
But they've corrupted the land of the free
the policies they want are fascistical
Get outta my state, you fuckin' liberal
Stomp a liberal 'til it's dead
It's liberal logic is making me sick
This liberal cuntrag's a fuckin' dick
They say they're fighting for you and me
But they've corrupted the land of the free
the policies they want are fascistical
Get outta my state, you fuckin' liberal
Chorus:
Liberal stomp (x6)
Woah-oh, woah-oh, liberal stomp (x2)
(Repeat all, including chorus, then 4-bar instrumental break, then chorus again)
Stomp (x6) - Liberal stomp!
Stomp (x6) - Liberal stomp!
"Lonely at the Top" (Sinister)
Got a craving for human flesh
I don't care if it's fresh
I'll eat right through your chest
And I like the brains the best
Chorus:
Top of the food chain, it's so lonely at the top, yeah
Driven by hunger, I am powerless to stop it
I like the livers of alcoholics, YEAH YEAH!!
I like the livers of the alcoholics, YEAH YEAH!!
I eat the human waste
You can see it all over my face
I never leave a trace,
and I really love how it tastes
(Chorus)
I eat the breast and thighs
I share it all with the flies
I want a piece of you, and I don't care who supplies
I eat the breast and thighs
I share it all with the flies
I want a piece of you
I don't care who SUPPLIES!!
(Chorus)
I don't care if it's fresh
I'll eat right through your chest
And I like the brains the best
Chorus:
Top of the food chain, it's so lonely at the top, yeah
Driven by hunger, I am powerless to stop it
I like the livers of alcoholics, YEAH YEAH!!
I like the livers of the alcoholics, YEAH YEAH!!
I eat the human waste
You can see it all over my face
I never leave a trace,
and I really love how it tastes
(Chorus)
I eat the breast and thighs
I share it all with the flies
I want a piece of you, and I don't care who supplies
I eat the breast and thighs
I share it all with the flies
I want a piece of you
I don't care who SUPPLIES!!
(Chorus)
"No Sympathy" (Sinister)
Been up all night and I'm okay
Half a bottle of booze, halfway through the day
Well the band sounds good and it's time to play
At the end of the night it's gonna be okay
Half a bottle of booze, halfway through the day
So F-U-C-K-Y-O-U
If you don't like the things we do
B-I-T-E-M-E
You don't get no sympathy
Hope the policeman don't show up here tonight
No one better try to fuck up my night
Well if they don't like what I got to say,
Everybody better get outta my way
Everybody's taking sides at the show tonight
C'mon now
No one's showin' any signs of life
No one's showin' any signs of life
Well people try to tell us what to play
We don't know how to play any way
Everybody's taking sides at the show tonight
C'mon, I said
So F-U-C-K-Y-O-U
If you don't like the things we do
S-T-U-P-I-D is what you are to me, yeah yeah yeah
B-I-T-E-M-E
You don't get no sympathy
I won't feel bad when you D-I-E
When you D-I-E
Been up all night and I'm okay
Half a bottle of booze, halfway through the day
Well the band sounds good and it's time to play
At the end of the night it's gonna be okay
Half a bottle of booze, halfway through the day
So F-U-C-K-Y-O-U
If you don't like the things we do
B-I-T-E-M-E
You don't get no sympathy
Hope the policeman don't show up here tonight
No one better try to fuck up my night
Well if they don't like what I got to say,
Everybody better get outta my way
Everybody's taking sides at the show tonight
C'mon now
No one's showin' any signs of life
No one's showin' any signs of life
Well people try to tell us what to play
We don't know how to play any way
Everybody's taking sides at the show tonight
C'mon, I said
So F-U-C-K-Y-O-U
If you don't like the things we do
S-T-U-P-I-D is what you are to me, yeah yeah yeah
B-I-T-E-M-E
You don't get no sympathy
I won't feel bad when you D-I-E
When you D-I-E
"Our Scene" (Vermin)
You tell me there's nothin' there
You act like I fuckin' care
You're a washed-up, weak old sheep
And a useless, fat-ass creep
1-2-3-4
Chorus:
It's our scene, so FUCK YOU! (x3)
Oi!
Who the fuck do you think you are
What makes you so up-to-par?
I think you're a fuckin' joke
You can't even get a fuckin' poke
(Chorus)
I know this is Zombieland
It's a great place to start a band
You can't make a valid pass
In our town we'd kick your fuckin' ass
We'd kick your ass
It's our scene, so FUCK YOU! (x3)
It's our scene-
One more time!!
It's our scene, so FUCK YOU! (x3)
Oi!!
"Rural Streetpunk" (Sinister)
I live in the sticks
Runnin' the streets of the sticks
Outskirt kids tryin' to get a fix
Backwoods hillbilly punk rock hicks
Drinkin' some beers on a Friday night
Sittin' round a campfire, alright
Listenin' to Iggy, I got a right
Rural streetpunks stay up all night
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Chorus:
Here we are, we're givin' you the creeps
(HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!)
Streetpunks without the streets
(HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!)
Unnerving everyone we meet
(HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!)
Streetpunks without the streets
We don't live on the shitty side of town
we're not from the streets, but we love that sound
don't worry about the neighbors, cause there's no one around
everything we do, we run it into the ground
drinkin' some beers on a Friday night
drinkin' on the porch and I feel alright
ain't gonna stop 'til the morning light
rural streetpunks stay up all night
Oi! Oi! Oi!
One! Two!
1-2-3-4
(Chorus, instrumental)
One! Two!
1-2-3-4
(Chorus)
Without the streets!
(HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!)
(HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!)
(HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!)
(HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!)
HEY!!
"Sex and Violence" (The Exploited)
The title is the lyrics.
"(She's a) Zombie" (Sinister)
She's the one you've been lookin' for
The pretty undead girl next door
Pastey skin and unkempt hair
Cuts and bruises everywhere
The vacant look that's one her face
She's always starin' into space
She don't care, yeah, this much is true
But she's gonna come for you...
Chorus:
That bitch is a zombie (ZOMBIE!)
That bitch is a zombie
That bitch is a zombie (ZOMBIE!)
She's a fuckin' zombie
That bitch is a zombie (ZOMBIE!)
She's a za-za-zombie
That bitch is a zombie (ZOMBIE!)
She's a zombie and she's gonna come for you
Come for you
Come for you
She's gonna come for you
GO!
She likes to moan and she likes to hiss
She smells like rotten shit and piss
She shuffles left, and she shuffles right
She never goes to sleep at night
The vacant look that's one her face
She's always starin' into space
She don't care, yeah, this much is true
But she's gonna come for you...
(Chorus, repeat first verse, then chorus again)
She's gonna come for you
"This City's Dead" (Sinister)
Chorus:
I hate this place, but I can't leave
Suffocation, I can't breathe
Everybody's so complacent
I hate this place, but I can't change it
This city's dead (x12)
Television or petty crime - how will you spend your free time?
A pack of smokes and a case of beer
Another work week's almost here
Idle hands with an idle education
The city's empty plans for rejuvenation
Gimme somethin' to pass my time, divert my attention from the Greyhound station
(Chorus)
Disco plays on the oldies station
I switch the radio off
All the other frequencies are too boring and too soft
Local bands all sound like shit, or break up like a teenage love
Won't have my idle hands involved in any of the above
(Chorus)
Chorus:
I hate this place, but I can't leave
Suffocation, I can't breathe
Everybody's so complacent
I hate this place, but I can't change it
This city's dead (x12)
Television or petty crime - how will you spend your free time?
A pack of smokes and a case of beer
Another work week's almost here
Idle hands with an idle education
The city's empty plans for rejuvenation
Gimme somethin' to pass my time, divert my attention from the Greyhound station
(Chorus)
Disco plays on the oldies station
I switch the radio off
All the other frequencies are too boring and too soft
Local bands all sound like shit, or break up like a teenage love
Won't have my idle hands involved in any of the above
(Chorus)
"We'll Go No More A-Roving" (Byron)
...Look it up.
"Whiskey Man" (Sinister)
I got drunk last Saturday night
I was cursing everything in sight
Acting like a nance, in my underpants
Drank some more, and then I started a fight
Felt so good when I pissed myself
Who said drinkin' is bad for your health?
'Cuz when I got that bottle in my hand
They call me the whiskey man
Chorus:
Whiskey man, whiskey man, kickin' & swingin' like Jackie Chan (x2)
ALRIGHT
Woke up on Sunday, started drinkin' again
Finished that bottle by 9:45
Playin' rock 'n roll on the stereo
Singin' along, and pissin' off my friends
Went outside in my underwear
Started screaming about how I don't care
Throwin' up on the lawn again
That's okay I'm the whiskey man
(Chorus)
Party and party, and party some more
Passin' out, passin' out on the floor
Drink and drink 'til you can't drink no more
(Chorus, x2)
Note: Any "missing" question marks above are intentional. I don't think rhetorical questions should have question marks. Fuck you.