Angry Samoans Album

Where were you back in '72
Was David Bowie the man for you
You died your hair blue
And then you painted your dick
Well all you boys really make me sick

Are you a square
What's the length of your hair
Are you a nerd
Or just a power pop turd

Are you a wimp
A power pop simp
Does the sound of loud guitars
Make your dick go limp
Thought you were hip back in '72 man
You were a joke now the joke's on you

Are you a square
What's the length of your hair
Are you a nerd
Or just a power pop turd
Are you a square
Are you a square

All trends now have come and gone
But all you squares
Sing the same old song
One year it's fagots
The next year it's punks
Well you wear the same clothes
You snort the same junk

You think that you're hip
But you'll never be cool
So why don't you squares just
DROP DEAD BABY

Are you a square
What's the length of your hair
Are you a nerd
Or just a power pop turd
Are you a square
Are you a square

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Yeah

The right side of my mind
It's regeneration, baby
Don't look what you will find
It's our generation, yeah

There's nothing stopping me now
We don't listen to you
No, there's nothing holding me back
I want all the truth
The right side of my mind

The right side of my mind
Is degeneration, baby
It's all twisted in time
Like re-incarnation, baby
Squares, longhairs, troopers at bars
There's no free expression
Strychnine space race to the stars
It's our new direction child

There's nothing stopping me now
We don't listen to you - fuck off
There's nothing holding me back
I want all the truth
The right side of my mind
The right side of my mind
The right side

Let's go

The right side of my mind

Oh
Uh, oh

The left side of my mind
Is electrocution, baby
Don't look what you will find
It's your execution, chump
Squares, longhairs, troopers, guitars
It's our way of expression
Strychnine space race to the stars
It's our new direction now, baby

There's nothing stopping me now
We don't listen to you, oh
There's nothing holding me back
I want all the truth
The right side of my mind
Oh, the right side of my mind
Right side

Three steps and a shot of light
I see a blinding flash
Puss is dripping from my head
I'm lying on my back

Haizman's brain is calling
It's knocking at your door
It only wants to step inside
Just a little more

Oh my God

Am I dead or living, yeah
I don't know or care
I hear the sound, the sound of Haizman
I think I'm almost there

I got four walls yeah
Up inside my mind
I got just four walls yeah
But one I cannot find

Haizman's brain is calling
It's drilling at your brain
It only wants inside your world
Of anger, fear, and pain

It's a sign of living
Up inside your head
It's a sign of dying
My blood is turning red

Haizman's brain is calling
It's knocking at your door
It only wants to step inside
Just a little more

Aahhww!

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Won't somebody stop my mind?
It's crawled away I'm going blind
The rats crawl into my head
I can't forget what I just said
'Coz I'm (inside my brain)
Ya know I'm living baby (inside my brain)
I'm upstairs (inside my brain)
There's a hole in my head
Inside my brain

I see black Christmas trees
Barbed wire, funeral homes
I see your face, forest fires
Rats in the streets gnawing at your bones
'Coz I'm (inside my brain)
I'm looking out yeah (inside my brain)
But there's a hole in my head (inside my brain)
A brand new world there, yeah
Inside my brain brain brain

Welders drilling at my skull
Subtract my life from one to null
Hot cars and crashing sounds
These are the things that I have found
When I'm inside my brain
Uh, inside my brain
Oh, inside my brain

Yeah baby I found a new home
I drilled a hole in my head
I'm looking out, yeah
It's a brand new world

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Hey!

He can't read baby he can't talk
He's L.A.'s favorite punk rock jock
Glitter bands and Bowie's cock
are his ideas of new wave rock

You're a fuckin' piece of shit now rodney
I don't think you're so hot
You make me laugh with those clothes you wear
and those stupid teeth you've got

Get off the air! Get off the air!
You pathetic male groupie, you don't impress me
Get off the air! You fuckin' square
You're just a jerk as far as I can see

8pm Rodney's on the air
He's beating off in Joan Jet's hair
Christmas eve, what d'you got
four hours of Phil Spector rock

You're a fuckin' piece of shit now rodney
I don't think you're so hot
You make me laugh with those clothes you wear
and those lame-brain teeth you've got

Get off the air! Get off the air!
You pathetic male queer, you don't impress me
Get off the air! You fuckin' square
You're just a jerk as far as I can see

I'm in love for the first time
I'm in love with your mom
Got a lump in the pants for her
I am the Son of Vom

Making out
Shacking up
your Jazz is really hot
But your mummy
is so yummy
She's something you are not
I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR MOM

got my hands on your knockers
Yours are better than some
Yours have never had milk
Not like the ones on your mom

Highschool english
You got an A
You knew your Dickens plot
But your mom
Has been to college
You're just a dropout twat
I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR MOM

I got my fingers in you baby
Wish they were in your mom
Suckin on her nips thats right
and her suckin on my prong!
I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR MOM

Every night
I get a hard
I beat it till I'm sore
you wonder why
I'm often limp
It's cause I want her more
I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR MOM