1. |
18
02:05
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Depression
It took its toll on me
But I made it
Now my rage is staggering
Now they say
They say that I'm a dick
Cause I got sick
Sick of taking all their shit
I feel better but I still frown
They say I look mad but I'm just down
When people get the best of me
I punch my face till I can't see
I feel better but I still frown
They say I look mad but I'm just down
People make me sick to the gut
No one likes me and I dont give a fuck
Saturdays
Drinkin' beers alone in my room
Berds are dead
and they took my best friend too
But I'm ok
Still walkin' and talkin' my shit
I got my TV
Record player and my dip
I feel better but I still frown
They say I look mad but I'm just down
When people get the best of me
I punch my face till I can't see
I feel better but I still frown
They say I look mad but I'm just down
People make me sick to the gut
No one likes me and I dont give a fuck
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2. |
Grim Rippers
01:05
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I can't skate
I can't think
I'm too drunk to fuckin' speak
Johnson Boys
Scorps' and friends
Voices raise guitar string bend
Ice House
Wood Tips
We came to rip
Cans are smashed
Foreheads bleed
This is all we fucking need
That's my dog
Fuck bullshit
Watch out Greg we came to rip
Ice House
Wood Tips
We came to rip
RIP!
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3. |
CPC
01:41
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I was making noise
Came up on my right
Distortion in my voice
I had no chance to fight
Cant stop writing all these songs
All you do is cry
All we wanna do is rip
But you want me to die
Coinpursed
But Phil don't know my name
I didn't leave the band so it must of been him
I got long in the tooth and returned
Someone had to choke the face off of everyone
CPC
Don't let it be
CPC
My destiny
CPC
Don't let it be
CPC
My destiny
Never salts his food
Lip is always curled
Didn't have a clue
Then I saw the barrel
I just make these humbuckers
Buck until they cry
You thought we sound the same
You lost your fucking mind
Coinpursed
But Phil don't know my name
I didn't leave the band so it must of been him
I got long in the tooth and returned
Someone had to choke the face off of everyone
CPC
Don't let it be
CPC
My destiny
CPC
Don't let it be
CPC
My destiny
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4. |
Hot Dog
02:51
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You're right
I might have have a problem lets fight
I only accept things I like
I only win I never lose that's right
I walked a mile that's in my shoes
I run this town lying on the ground
I crowned myself
I don't need help
Make me bleed that's what the story reads
A martyrs death
I resurrect
Give up
You'll never teach me because I fuck
The young ones these old bones are tough
I don't know the patch on my cut
Just don't tell my followers
I run this town lying on the ground
I crowned myself
I don't need help
Make me bleed that's what the story reads
A martyrs death
I resurrect
You cunt
My punk card's official because
It's notarized and signed by Lou's Aunt
The oak planks are best for my art
Linoleum is extra
I run this town lying on the ground
I crowned myself
I don't need help
Make me bleed that's what the story reads
A martyrs death
I resurrect
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5. |
Mikey's Song
00:29
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Mikey's Song
Mikey's Song
Mikey's Song
Mikey's Song
No intro
No verse
Barely a chorus
Mikey's Song
Mikey's Song
Mikey's Song
Mikey's Song
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6. |
Play Fast Skate Faster
02:09
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Play fast skate faster
Nothing can hold us down
Sometimes we skate
So fast were off the ground
The Berds and Dave
Tear up this fucking town
And I’ve ate shit
More times than I can count
The pigs are fucked
They’re all corrupt
All they do is fuck up a good time
They kicked us out
And they cuffed me up
but I still ride the fucking line
Get up wake up
Come on its time to ride
Get low grip tight
Or you will fucking die
I fell oh shit
I broke my collarbone
Fuck it in five weeks
I'll be back and ready to go
The pigs are fucked
They’re all corrupt
All they do is fuck up a good time
They kicked us out
And they cuffed me up
but I still ride the fucking line
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GTI Virginia
It's GTI or Fucking Die!
GTI is
CABLE: Guitar/Vocals
DREW: Bass/Vocals
MIKEY: Drums/Vocals
Always Play Fast and Skate Faster
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