Lars Frederiksen And The Bastards Album

Trench warfare dug in deep brutal bloody, No retreat
American dead better than red
Another politician with a debt on his head
Bodies ripped covered in shit
Napalm blitz the City is lit
Bombs blast mustard gas
Throat slash truncheon smash
Another story about another dead American...
One more story about another dead American.
Blitzkrieg flames buildings ablaze
Killings fields where the bodies decay
Torture racks machine gun racks
Never surrender it's an all-out attack
Money whores open sores plan
Quiet wars behind closed doors
Clandestine games human remains cyanide genocide
One more story about a dead American.

Cold March morning northern California back in 1973
He grew up quick and told that he was nothing till the day he turned 16
Broke outta town though he left a trail of violence a mile wide
No one there knew little Jay Woods would end up six foot five.
Five days a week he's working late shift at the C.B.S. Lumberyard
On the weekend he plays a little Rock And Roll on his 100 dollar bass guitar
How do you survive on those nickels and dimes his mother once did say
Put down your guitar get a good job cause Rock and Roll doesn't pay no it don't

[Chorus]
Skinhead roots reggae rock & roll, on parole
Skinhead roots reggae rock & roll, on parole
He said, I don't wanna be poor more
No, I don't wanna be poor no more
No, I don't wanna be poor no more
No, I don't wanna be poor no fucking more

Big Jay's got no problem unless you wanna start one I suggest that you don't stay
If you wanna make trouble he's quick to bust your bubble and send you on your way
Bustin our jaws his friends are outlaws
From their boots to their mutton chops
Most hated crew you know that they are true to the punx in the bastards

[Chorus]

Up in the morning and out to school
Mother says there be no work next year
Qualifications once the Golden Rule
Are now just pieces of paper

Just because you're better than me doesn't mean I'm lazy.
Just because you're going forwards doesn't mean I'm going backwards.

Well if you look the part well then you'll get the job
In last year's trousers and your oldschool shoes
The truth is son it's a buyer's market
They can afford to pick and choose

Just because you're better than me doesn't mean I'm lazy
Just because I dress like this doesn't mean I'm a Communist.

Well the factories are closing and the army's full
I don't know what I'm going to do
But I've come to see in the land of the free
There's only room for a chosen few

Just because you're better than me doesn't mean I'm lazy
Just because you're going forwards doesn't mean I'm going backwards

Well at 21 you're a top of the scrap heap
At 16 you were top of your class
Well I dropped outta high school in Campbell, California
Got a guitar and I never looked back

Just because you're better than me doesn't mean I'm lazy
Just because I dress like this doesn't mean I'm a Communist.

It's the end of Camelot
And if you're ready or not
You can smell the rot
Of an army of zombies
The whole world's shakin
And the bones are breakin
So don't you be mistaken
'Cause we're setting the whole thing off

It's you, it's me
Against an army of zombies (x4)

The temperature's risin'
And the rhythm's hypnotizing
The beat is uniting
A million people as one
The bomb is detonating
We're through delegating
No more commiserating
So shut your mouth and fight

It's you, it's me
Agaisnt an army of zombies (x4)

It's you, it's me
Against an army of zombies (x4)

Well the light from the alleys brings warmth to the night
We're meager disciples they gather in rite
It's time for the indignant paupers to speak
This town belongs to me
The gravel lines archways
The perilous streets were desperate deeds
Find buyers in heaps
God bless the concrete and chaos it keeps
This town belongs to me
The wind from the ocean it whistles in trees
My mouth stagnated by the cold that is brings
The end of the world is closer than it seems
This town belongs to me.

Bring on the days of wine and roses
Riot squads and fire hoses (x2)

Two leaders try to speak but they don't make a sound
Autocrats run but they don't move around
Big money mergers but, does that move ya?
X-Ray vision I see right through ya
Do you remember when it was all bleak and black
When the old man move forwards and he never look back
But no one has a job no it's crime and torture
Cocaine epidemic and steel vultures
stuck inside a fire that is a clearin
Super power contenders no one is daring
One super power left psychotic killer
World wide assault ya it's a thriller
you don't want to be the one who's got to go to jail
If you're lucky I.M.F. will hook you up and you'll make bail

Bring on the days of wine and roses
Riot squads and fire hoses (x2)

Bring on the days of wine and roses
Riot squads and fire hoses (x2)

The menace of success oppress rebellion
The men who play chess with the human weapons
The rally of ideas is the question
The city awaits total annihilation
Living under the muzzle of a gun this is no holiday in the sun
It's disturbing it's subversion
"V" is not for victory but for the vacant homes

Bring on the days of wine and roses
Riot squads and fire hoses (x2)

Nah nah nah nah nah nah....

Anti, Anti-social
An heir apparent to a heathen nation
Oblivion here I come
A nomad walking I'm the son of Satan
Anti, Anti-social
Introverted only by introspection
Hellion what I've become
Invade your lives with evil and murder
Brace your life among the light's fluorescent shine I operate right through your spine
Blast in your foundation with chaos and aggression
You just might like what you will find
Just give it time, just give it time
Anti, anti-social I bring famine
Death and annihilation
Mideon a soul-less one
I'll greet you with fire and blasphemy

Hey, fellows, have you heard the news?
The girls on the town are being misused.
I seen it all in a dream last night.
Girls leaving this town 'cause you don't treat'em right.

Strictly academic no doubt about it
Like the 10 plagues of Egypt total epidemic
Israelites demand it freedom demanded
Waiting in the sand is how they planned it
Enter a series of calamites
All things considered humanities
All the days of biotech will witness
All the days of darkness
Well the river turned to blood and the fish died
The lice arrived and so did the flies
Sickness to the animals sickness to the humans
And hunger hit and the land was stripped
Hail storm the locust swarm
Civic unrest total annihilation while the evil armies march across the barren wastelands
Starvation did come
Great valleys did flood earthquakes erupt volcanoes disrupt
Masses engulfed in hostility
Plagued by disease and insanity
Clouds brought hail fire and blackness
As the world fell off of its axis
I look outside my window
All I see is scum
Surging up from the streets
All I see
Hate...

Hey, fellows have you heard the news,
The girls in this town are being misused,
I Seen it all in a dream last night,
Girls says we Don't treat them right

I'm leaving, leaving here,
I'm leaving, leaving here,

Hey, you fellows, better change your ways
Or they'll be leaving this town in a matter of days.
The girls say, and it rings so true,
We fellows run around with someone new.

I'm leaving, leaving here,
I'm leaving, leaving here,

Yeah, one by one
Yeah, two by two
Yeah, three by three
Yeah, four by four.

Loving woman is a wonderful thing
But the way that we treat'em is a crying shame.
One day, one day, and it won't belong.
And all them fine chicks be gone.

I'm leaving, leaving here,
I'm leaving, leaving here,

Yeah, one by one
Yeah, two by two
Yeah, three by three
Oh yeah, Oh, yeah hah,
I'm leaving here.

Gordy's lightin fires smoking dope slashing tires
Brian Giffens lyin about the girls he's pullin in
Rabbit's smoking crack sayin I got a problem
Drinking too much and doin heroin
Skinhead Lori got the glory Pasta's bass a different story
Benny stole the sign right off the club caravan
Becker got a job
Erin went out on the nod
Knucklehead went to jail again
A subterranean perfume come a creepin round my nose
I know I'm with the creetins and deceitful lyin whores
I walk along these avenues for all of them I own
A destitute hopeless man with barely any clothes
Packs of lies like animals keep me runnin the night
Well I've withstood a decade in the vulture's line of sight
When the rivers of the innocent begin to overflow
I wait there for the spirits and I eat them to the bone
Well there's a carnival of souls in the factory cells
Where the false prophets promise you Heaven and Hell
I scourge the underbelly of the city's seedy side
I monopolize in lawlessness deceitfulness and bribes
I'm the Anti-Christ a Poltergeist
I demand a sacrifice
I ain't so nice so be advised pure instinct I've survived
Mocking screams with laughter after you I'm comin after
I'm the pariah that brings the rapture and the seals I've opened wide
Robert showed up loaded got pissed and exploded
Yellin at Wes the skin for spillin beer
Terry Root came on in to calm it all down
Said, c'mon man we all gotta be in here
Dibble fought in his own war joined the Provo Marine corps
Alicia's got a problem with her man again
Gabe and Burl and some girl went to the end of the world
Looking for weed from Joe Lenihan

...Hey! This is Lars over here... and I tell you what,
I'm just as fucked up as all those guys.
But you know, that's just the way I remembered it.
The Skunx. Yeah, the crew, the Skunx.
That song's for all you guys.
You know, past, the present, the dead, the alive.
I'll always remember you...

In '82 I was the young one in the bunch
Initation started and it ended in a punch
As I got older I got scars to prove my worth
More times than others I fell face first in the dirt

Wo ho ho, can't you see?
You'll never take the gang outta me!
Wo ho ho, can't you see?
You'll never take the gang outta me!

Montana pack of wolves
I was nosed up to the front
I prayed on the weekend soldiers who couldn't take the hunt
Like Julius Caesar waited for the knife stuck in his back
I stood so proud and tall and I won't go out like that.

Wo ho ho can't you see?
You'll never take the gang outta me!
Wo ho ho, can't you see?
You'll never take the gang outta me!

Well all the kings before I cut down with my axe
I stood on top of this world alone without a scratch
With another victory I basked right under the sun
My war was over but a new one has begun

Wo ho ho, can't you see?
You'll never take the gang outta me!
Wo ho ho, can't you see?
You'll never take the gang outta me!

When I came back from Saigon
Everyone turned their head
No one put their hand out
No one shared their bread
I lost my wife, I lost my job, I lost my brother too
Blue collar kids got nothing to do with it
Nightmares of jungles and M-16's
Hippies give me shit in my army greens
Now I'm running the streets of Birmingham
25 years since Vietnam
Some pull jobs some pull scams
But I'm just doing the best I can
Well it's very hard to realize that there's no love no more
The day I got on the plane was the day that I left the war
Arrived in Heatheron on a red eye flight
Down Kellet road I scored for the night
I took the tube through London town
When I woke up I was on mid land ground
Running the streets of Birmingham
25 years since Vietnam
Some pull jobs and some pull scams
But I'm just doing the best I can.
Vietnam... Vietnam... Vietnam... [repeat till fades]