NOFX Album

Possessions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy
Well that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar
And a dog named bob 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 important to me just seems to fall right down my leg
and on to the floor
My 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 Giberish
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
That's me inside your head

You've got the beauty, but that don't mean a thing
A bland reciprocation, but that dosen't bother me
You're happier with lights on underneath a darkened sky
Only in the spotlight can you tell me of your crimes
I understand the situation, but I can't
Seem to understand the motivations you once had
I recall a message I once left behind a screen
I was entranced, when you were never there for me
You're draining, you're draining me, I'm not a tub
What ever happened to the girl I used to hold?
I held in such a high regard
Where is the girl who had it all?
I used to think I wasn't worthy of your cause
I used to feel so lucky
Until the day I felt a weakness in my arms
I knew from where it had been coming
You're bleeding, you're bleeding me, I can recall
The passions you once had, where did they go?
I knew a girl who had it all?
I knew a girl where did she go?

Talking about the Moron Bros', tattooed fingers, tattooed toes
They're idiots, they're losers, they're scum
Taking advantage of everyone
You're a dog, they're your fleas
Doing everything they can to spread disease

Take your beer, Take your drugs
Leave with you microscopic bugs
Their company is something you will miss
When your icetrays are filled with piss

They are the Moron Brothers
Don't get along with others
They are the Moron Brothers

They'll whine, they'll bitch, they'll fuck you if you're rich
They'll leach, they'll latch, they are the itch that you can't scratch

Do do do do do do do do da do do do do

They'll ink your face, tape your eyelids closed
Tabasco's in your mouth,
there's mustard up your nose
When your head is shaved you'll think the worst has passed
Just try to move your leg
They've put you in a cast

They are the Moron Brothers
Don't get along with others
They are the Moron Brothers
Don't get along with others

They may not go down in history
But they'll go down on your sister

Crazier than GG, yet more PC than Ian
Got colored teeth like Johnny
Exudes a Vicious disposition
His hair sticks out like Colins' did, he jumps
Similar to Springa, yeah, he points his middle finga
Not just a 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 pumping 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

He spent 15 years getting loaded
15 years till his liver exploded
what's Bob gonna do
Now that he cant drink?
The Doctor said: "Whatcha been thinkin bout?"
Bob said : "Thats the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else
(Oi! Oi! Oi!)
To pass the time
Had someone shave his head
He got a new identity
62 hole air cushioned boots
And a girl who rides a scooter
To take him out of town
They would get away
Runnin around
And as the trucks drive by
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!"

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe
He'll be kickin in heads at the punk rock show
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor tells him to
Quit your drinkin, nows the time
will he ever walk the line?
To all my friends I feel just great
will he ever walk the line?

Kickin ass, & bustin heads
Red suspenders
Once a day he shaves his head
But will he ever walk the line?(x4)

(skating/beetboping for a bit)
Bob!

I sit in my easy chair
I've got so much time to spare
cause I know in my future days
I'll have my lion's share

There's nothing I like better
Than getting something for nothing
Then some will tell you that you can't get nothing for free
Obviously they don't know me

You can have your cake and eat it too
And there's plenty of free lunch for you
If you think you're getting cheated then you don't have a clue
You don't know where you are, or what to do

I live the lifestyle they speak of so highly
I live the life...the life of riley

I say donґt drink and drive
You might spill your drink
Before you get behind the wheel just stop and think
You can take your chances
But thereґs so much to lose
Another bumpy road, thereґs so much wasted booze

Iґm not so worried
'Bout how many I kill
Iґm much more concerned 'bout how much beer I spill
-How much beer I spill

I say donґt drink and drive
You might spill your drink
Before you get behind the wheel just stop and think
35 percent of accidents are caused by pixelated
The other 65 percent are not alcohol related
What does that tell us 'bout the drunk drivers, they seem
To have a better record then the sober team

Iґm not so worried
'Bout how many I kill
Iґm much more concerned 'bout how much beer I spill
-How much beer I spill

[Originally by Rudimentary Peni]

What's the point of living in your mindless life?
What's the point of living in your mindless life?
What's the point of dying in your mindless death?
What's the point of living in your lifeless mind?
Have you ever even had the thought of thinking?
Or is it you're just ignorant + ignorant?
Have you ever even had the thought of thinking?
Pathetic fool trapped inside your skull.
The pile of shit inside your brain in which you live
is not your own, you live out all the lies you're given
You're too scared to face yourself, You're too scared to face yourself
So you're too scared to please yourself,
Living in your dreamworld is nothing but a nightmare
Nothing but a nightmare.

Get out of my way
Can't you see im from East Bay
I Know Blatz, down with E.B.U.
I bet I got way more piercings than you

I just love this town
My girlfriend weighs 84 pounds
Met her at the New Method wher I get in for free
She don't pay rent neither do me
(hey hey hey)

When we go out tonight
Gotta get my hair just right
Prodius pads with 2 inch sole
I’ll get my picture with Murray Bowles

Gotta get those flyers out
Might get signed to lookout
After that i'll go far
Fame, Fortion, D.M.R.
Rock City News

Sometimes I feel my life is going 'round in circles
Beneath my eyes are bluish black
There's nothing new, no one I wanna talk to
Nothing I wanna think about, I got soul doubt

I stick my head out of the window, it's closed
Instead of air, I get glass stuck in to my head
The city's sounding, and I can't seem to stop the pounding
Can't keep my thoughts from flying 'round
Can't keep my thoughts from flying 'round
Not sure what I am thinking about, I got soul doubt

A shameless display, wearing a smile full of pain
A frameless Erte, a painting without a signature
She's waiting for someone to save her
As I pass her by I see Cinderella

She doesn't fit into the slipper
Like she fits in a bottle of liquor
There's no one to take her away
Her eyes meet mine, she sees right through me
The question is asked, Whatcha' gonna do for me?
I don't want nothin', just a connection
I gotta know what she's all about
Cause I know she's been there, soul doubt

I stick my head out of the window once again
This time I see a thousand faces all too clear
They wear the same expression, I've seen in my face
So many times, I know exactly how they feel
I know exactly how they feel
I know just what they think about
They've got soul doubt

Oh yeah, oh yeah kill all the white man
Oh yeah, oh yeah kill all the white man
Oh yeah, oh yeah kill all the white man
Oh yeah, oh yeah kill all the white man
The white man call himself civilized
Cause he know how to take over
The white man come to pillage my village
Now he tell me I have to bend over
Oh yeah, oh yeah kill all the white man
Oh yeah, oh yeah kill all the white man
No i do not like the white man up in me
He rape my people as he rape my country
Everything I love and cherish,
He try to take away
We will be rid of him,
Soon come the day.

If I want some beer
I dont want to hear
About how I missed the show
Because I drink to slow
So pass me the beer bong
It wont take very long
For me to put down
This torpedo to the ground

Because drinking beer's to slow
Beer bong's the way to go
To go
To go
Don't drink, too slow

Gonna find some girls tonight
My friday night has washed away
Beer bong has me wandering around
The girls that look like drugs and alcohol

Six pack girls,
Six pack girls
Six pack girls
Six pack

So you pick her up and you bring her home
And you think about it for a while
Wake up the next morning and sure enough
It's not two girls!

Go to work, and then go to bed your friday night,
Has washed away your bummed out,
About your work 'cause you've already put in,
Your thousand hours they're all

Six pack girls,
They're all six pack girls,
They're all six pack girls,
Six pack

So you pick her up,
And you bring her home
You take her out,
And that's all you're alone,
And you want it sure
Enough your, stuck with her they're all

Six pack girls,
They're all six pack girls,
They're all six pack girls,
Six pack

(Together on the sand)
Together on the sand
we walked hand and hand
on the beach front
She smiled at me
and she tightly held my hand
I had my finger up in her.....

Country music played on the radio, so I turned it off
we walked down to the water
as she grabbed on to my honker
the waves swept us away

You can't believe
the thing you see and read
the Soviet threat
our pseudo enemy ( what's scraring me ?)
our foreign policy
to make the world safe for business
call it democracy

Our human nature, it's all the same
we spend our lives in the pursuit of happiness
so stop the hate, open the iron gate
it's our destiny to make the cold war history

You think I give a shit
if you're a socialist
if you're a capitalist
we've all got to exist
on this planet with nowhere to run
the millions of brainwashed must open their eyes
we are one

With us over here and them over there
barbed wire borders are going nowhere

Friday night we'll be drinkin' Manashevitz
Goin' out to terrorize goyem
Stompin' shagitz, screwin' shicksas
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 shin
Reputation, 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 skinhead hebrews
We got the might, psycho mashuganas
We can't lose a fight, as we are the chosen ones
Chutzpah driven, we battle then we feast
We celebrate, we'll separate our milkplates from our meat

Did you ever go to sleep with Bo Derek
And wake up with Bo Diddey?
Did you ever go to sleep with Bo Derek
And wake up with Bo Diddley?
You got so loaded, you thought that she's
The most beautiful girl, you ever did see
Did you ever go to sleep with Bo Derek
And wake up with Bo Diddley

Woke up in the morning, to your surprise
A couple of melons in tubesocks, and buggley eyes
Did you ever go to sleep with Bo Derek
And wake up with Bo Diddley?

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