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 floorMy 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
LEAVE IT ALONE Breath ever so 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)
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
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)
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)
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)
THE BREWS
Friday night we'll be drinkin' Manashevitz Goin' out to terrorize
goyem Stompin' shagitz, screwin' sCicks as 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 shinReputation, 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
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
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
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?
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
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
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
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
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