Minor Threat Album

What happened to you?
You're not the same
There's something in your head
Made a violent change

It's in your head
Filler

You call it religion
You're full of shit

Was she really worth it?
She cost you your life
You'll never leave her side
She's gonna be your wife

You call it romance
You're full of shit

Your brain is clay
What's going on?
You picked up a bible
And now you're gone

You call it religion
You're full of shit

Filler

I don't want to hear it
All you do is talk about you
I don't want to hear it
Because I know that none of it's true
I don't want to hear it
Sick and tired of all your lies
I don't want to hear it
When are you gonna realize...

That I don't wanna hear it
Know you're full of shit

Shut your fucking mouth
I don't care what you say
You keep talking
Talking everday
First you're telling stories
Then you're telling lies
When the fuck are you gonna realize...

That I don't want to hear it
Know that you're full of shit
I don't want to hear it
Oh, shut up!

You see me and you laugh out loud
Taunt me from safe inside your crowd
My looks they must threaten you
To make you act the way you do

Red, I'm seeing red!

You see me and you think I'm a jerk
First impressions without a word
You can't believe your eyes at first
But now you know you've seen the worst

Red, I'm seeing red!

I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and fuck my head
Hang out with the living dead
Snort white shit up my nose
Pass out at the shows
I don't even think about speed
That's just something I don't need

I've got the straight edge

I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and smoke dope
'Cause I know that I can cope
Laugh at the thought at eating ludes
Laugh at the the thought of sniffing glue
Always gonna keep in touch
Never gonna use a crutch

I've got the straight edge!

Compete, compete, do it for the boys
Empty barrels make the most noise
You're always on the move
You've always got something to prove

What the fuck are you fighting for?
Is it because you're five foot four?
You better be happy with what you got
You'll never get anymore!

You laugh at a man when he tries
You're trying to make up for your size
To you life is a rivalry
Keep a step ahead of me

What the fuck are you fighting for?
Is it because you're five foot four?
You better be happy with what you got
You'll never get anymore!

Small man, Big Mouth!

I'm gonna knock it down
Any way that i can
I'm gonna scream, I'm gonna yell
I don't want to have to use my hands

It's like screaming at a wall
Someday it's gonna fall

You built that wall up around you
And now you can't see out
And you can't hear my words
No matter how loud I shout

You're safe inside and you know it
'Cause I can't get to you
And you know I resent it
And my temper grows

You better reinforce those walls
Until you don't have no room to stand
'Cause someday the bricks are gonna fall
Someday I'm gonna use my hands

Get your bravery from a six pack
Get your bravery from a half-pint

Drink your whiskey, drink your grain
Bottoms up, and you don't feel pain

Go out and fight, fight!
Bottled violence!

Lose control of your body
Beat the shit out of somebody

Half-shut eyes don't see who you hit
You don't take any shit!

Go out and fight, fight!
Bottled Violence!

We're not the first, hope we're not the last
Cause I know we're all heading for that adult crash
The time is so little, the time belongs to us
Why is everybody in such a fucking rush

Make do with what you have
Take what you can get
Pay no mind to us
We're just a minor threat

We're just a minor threat
We're just a minor threat
We're just a minor threat
We're just a minor threat

I was early to finish, I was late to start
I might be an adult, I'm a minor at heart
Go to college, be a man, what's the fucking deal
It's not how old I am, it's how old I feel

Take your time
Try not to forget
We never will
We're just a minor threat

We're just a minor threat
We're just a minor threat
We're just a minor threat
We're just a minor threat
That's a promise

Something's fucked up
Something's not right
I came to have a good time
You came to fight
But if I do fight
Nothing to fear
'Cause I know
My friends are here

I don't like to fight
I don't like getting hurt
Got my guard up
State of Alert!

I don't look for trouble
Trouble finds me
Need my friends
In an emergency

Don't go out alone
Go with a friend
You might need him
In the end

Stand up!
Stand up!
Stand up!
Stand up!
And be counted!

This goes out to everybody
Ready

1-2-X-U

Saw you in a mag
Kissing a man
Saw you in a mag
Kissing a man
Saw you in a mag
Kissing a man
Saw you in a mag
Kissing a man yeah

Saw you in a mag
Kissing a man
Saw you in a mag
Kissing a man
Smoking a fag
Kissing a man
Saw you in a mag
Kissing a man yeah

Got you in a corner [4X]
Got you in a cottage
Got you in a corner [2X]
Oh no no no

Flex Your Head

1-2-X-U

Flex Your Head!

You tell me you like the taste
You just need an excuse
You tell me it calms your nerves
You just think it looks cool
You tell me you want to be different
You just change for the same
You tell me it's only natural
You just need the proof
Did you fucking get it?

It's in my eyes
And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes

You tell me that nothing matters
You're just fucking scared
You tell me that I'm better
You just hate yourself
You tell me that you like her
You just wish you did
You tell me that I make no difference
At least I'm fucking trying

What the fuck have you done?

(I) Don't smoke
Don't drink
Don't fuck
At least I can fucking think

I can't keep up,
Can't keep up
Can't keep up
Out of step with the world

(I) Don't smoke
Don't drink
Don't fuck
At least I can fucking think

I can't keep up,
Can't keep up
Can't keep up
Out of step with the world

I can't keep up,
Can't keep up
Can't keep up
Out of step with the world

I'm sorry
For something that I didn't do
Lynched somebody
But I don't know who
You blame me for slavery
A hundred years before I was born

Guilty of being white!

I'm sorry
For something that I didn't do
Lynched somebody
But I don't know who
You blame me for slavery
A hundred years before I was born

Guilty of being white!

I'm a convict(GUILTY!)
Of a racist crime(GUILTY!)
I've only served (GUILTY!)
Nineteen years of my time


I'm sorry
For something that I didn't do
Lynched somebody
But I don't know who
You blame me for slavery
A hundred years before I was born

Guilty of being white!

I'm not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!

You're trying to make your mark in society
Using all the tricks that you used on me
You're reading all those high fashion magazines
The clothes you're wearin' girl
Are causing public scenes

I said:
I'm not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!
Not your stepping stone!
Not your stepping stone!

I'm not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!

When I first met you girl you didn't have no shoes
Now you're walking 'round
Like you're front page news
You've been awful careful
'Bout the friends you choose
But you won't find my name
In your book of who's who

I said:
I'm not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!
Not your stepping stone!
Not your stepping stone!

I'm not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!

Maybe it was no one's fault
I know it wasn't mine
But now that you've moved along
I guess I'm next in line

I thought we had the same ideas
But you, you proved me wrong
I've been played the fool before
But never for quite so long

Betray!

So what now? Do we shake hands,
And go on our seperate ways?
Or do I open my mind
And follow you into the haze?

No, I'll see you tomorrow
Same channel, same time, same place
I'm not going anywhere
'Cause I quit your fucking race

Betray!

Goddammit, we were supposed to stay young
And now it's over, it's finished, it's done
Normal expectations, they were on the run
But now it's over, it's finished, it's done

It's over, it's finished, it's done!

I thought
I had left it behind
In another fucking time
When boys were boys,
Girls were girls
And faces were hard to find

It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!

All the stupid thinking
The stupid people thought
The rules that we lived buy
The friends that we bought
The asshole with a strong arm
In the shape of floating friends
The young ladies and their secrets
In the soap that never ends

It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!

I thought I had outrun
When I crossed the tracks
I thought I had gotten away
When it tapped me on the back

It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!

Everybody's right
Everything I've done is wrong
You know I've tried to keep it short
I know it took too fucking long
Too much has been said
You think it fucked my head?

Think again

Ignorance, it set your standards
Intelligence, that don't work in your brain
You're an adult, so you act like a child
Don't even try to explain
This stupid shit, it's been done
You think you're the only one?

Think again

A hand to your mouth
A performing yawn
I guess you know
What the fuck is going on
You're on top
You're on the ball
You think you've seen it all?

Think again

Before you take another crack
And slap yourself on the back
Before you tell me what you heard
And sum it up in one word
Before you start talking shit
Before you throw another fit

Think again

I want to tell you a little story
'Cause it makes me warm inside
It's about some friends growing up
And all the things they tried
I'm not talking about staple shit
They went for something more
I guess it was too much dreaming
Too much to hope for
One day something funny happened
But it scared the shit out of me
Their heads went in different directions
And their friendship ceased to be

I'm telling you I want it to work
I dont' like being hurt
Something's not right inside
And I can't always put it aside
What can we do, what can we do?

Try

I guess I make too much shit
Someday we'll look back and laugh

Mr. Present, go away
Come back and fuck with us some other day
Mr. Feelings, run and hide
You have no right to what you feel inside
Motherfuckers, quick to kiss
Talk your shit, but don't fuck with this
All I want to know is
Am I holding on? Am I moving on?
What can we do, what can we do?

Try

Life's not been good for you
It's just not fair
You did nothing to deserve it
You did nothing at all
Sit back and watch
It turns from bad to worse
No matter how loud you cry
It always Hurts

Boy I'm glad I'm not in your shoes

How could things
Get any worse for you?
You're so fucking alone
How could things
Get any worse for you?
I don't blame you
When you piss and moan

Everybody gets
What you should've got
Everybody takes
Your opporatunities
Everybody gets
The breaks that belonged to you
Everybody takes
Your jusy desserts

Life's not been good for you
It's just not fair
I've got some news for you
Nothing is fair
I wish there was a way
To make it all better
I pray for a way
To make you happy
'Cause I'm sick and I'm tired
Of your whining, complaining, bitching and moaning.

Boo-fucking-hoo!

So you hate me
That's the way it goes
What the fuck?
I guess I'll never know
If it makes you feel better,
Then I guess it's just as good
You know I'll never accept it,
'Cause I never thought you could

Sit in the same room
We look the other way
Fuck conversation
We've got nothing to say
I'm sure we both hate to be ignored
Haven't we met someplace before?

What's the problem?
Is it justified?
Or are we dealing
With our fucking pride?
Do you really want to leave it alone?
I don't know what it's worth to you,
It's all I fucking own

Sit in the same room
We look the other way
Fuck conversation
We've got nothing to say
I'm sure we both hate to be ignored
Haven't we met someplace before?

Haven't we met before?

There are no words
For what I want to say
No description
For what I feel
It's a non-emotion
It's something gray
Way down
Inside of me

You could call it anger
You could call it fear
You could call it frustration
That's as close as you'll get

Now I'm waiting
For security
There's something racing
Inside of me
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
For a sign
Waiting for something
Got nothing but time

You could call it anger
You could call it fear
You could call it frustration
That's as close as you'll get

And you could call it anger
You could call it fear
You could call it frustration
And you'd still be wrong.

And why not?

I said I'm waiting
Waiting for a sign
Just me and my little friend
He's deep inside

(I) Don't smoke
Don't drink
Don't fuck
At least I can fucking think

I can't keep up,
Can't keep up
Can't keep up
Out of step with the world

(I) Don't smoke
Don't drink
Don't fuck
At least I can fucking think

I can't keep up,
Can't keep up
Can't keep up
Out of step with the world

I can't keep up,
Can't keep up
Can't keep up
Out of step with the world

How do you do, I don't figure we've met
My name is Ian, and I'm from Minor Threat
You know I tell them, usually, to be at their best
Catch me in town after every set

(Yeah, yeah)

We don't care
We don't pose
We'll steal your money
We'll steal your shows

I've got some money, and I'm feeling fine
A couple of dollars, everything in time
Well you know, I'm gonna be all right
With the money I'm making off of YOU tonight

(Sucker!)

We don't care
We don't pose
We'll steal your money
We'll steal your shows

(You know something?)

The trouble with money, is that I want more
So let's, let's raise the price at the door
How much tonight, three dollars or four?
You know we'll make a million when we go on tour

(Yeah, that's the way I've been thinking about it)

We don't care
We don't pose
We'll steal your money
We'll steal your shows

(You know that's the way it is, man, it's dog-eat-dog, ha ha!)

I'm taking a walk on the yellow brick road
I only walk where the bricks are made of gold
My mind and body are the only things I've sold
I need a little money 'cause I'm getting old

(Well, that's the way it goes, isn't it? Yeah!)

We don't care
We don't pose
We'll steal your money
We'll steal your shows

Yeah, you don't care and we don't pose
We'll steal your money,
we'll steal your shows
That's the way it is in this world...right?
Ain't that right?
Boy, you had us pegged all along...damn!

There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
So where am I?

There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
So where am I?

There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
So where am I?

There's no place like home, right?
There's no place like home
So where am I?

There's no place like home
There's no place like home
So where am I?

No way to go
Which way to go
Where did we go
Why did we go
Why did we go
Where did we go
How did we go
Why did we go
No way to go

The time has come for everyone to party
The time has come for everyone to get down

I'm a bored boy born in a rut
Some say my manners ain't the best
Some of my friends have been in a whole lot of trouble
And some say i'm no better than the rest

But tell your mama and your papa
Sometimes good guys don't wear white

Everyday, I work hard
At night I spend a restless time
The rich kids and their lazy money
They can't hold a candle to mine

So tell your mama and your papa
Sometimes good guys don't wear white

Good guys bad guys which is which?
The white collar worker or digger in the ditch
Man who's to say who's the better man
I'm always doing the best I can
Best I can

You thought I had a dirty mind
All the messed up chicks
Of the changing times
White filth and easy living
Can't come close
To the love that I've given

So tell your mama and your papa
Sometimes good guys don't wear white

They don't wear white

Wishing for the days
When I first wore this suit
Baby has grown older,
It's no longer cute
Too many voices
They've made me mute
Baby has grown ugly,
It's no longer cute

But I stay on, I stay on
Where do I get off?
On to greener pastures
The core has gotten soft.

Look at us today
We've gotten soft and fat
Waiting for the moment,
It's just no coming back
So serious
About the stuff we lack
Dwell upon our memories
But there are no facts

But I stay on, I stay on
Where do I get off?
On to greener pastures
The core has gotten soft.

Wishing for the days
When I first wore this suit
Baby has grown older,
It's no longer cute
Too many voices
They've made me mute
Baby has grown ugly,
It's no longer cute

But I stay on, I stay on
Where do I get off?
On to greener pastures
The core has gotten soft...