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NOFX
NOFX


Background information
Origin Los Angeles, Southern California, United States
Genre(s) Punk Rock
Ska punk
Melodic Hardcore
Hardcore Punk
Years active 1983—present
Label(s) Fat Wreck Chords
Epitaph Records
Website Website
Members
Fat Mike
El Hefe
Eric Melvin
Erik Sandin
Former members
Dave Allen
Scott Sellers
Scott Aldahl
Dave Casillas
Steve Kidwiller



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NOFX Album


Regaining Unconsciousness [EP] (05/25/2003)
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Medio-core it's not forsaken the music they're makin'
Will leave you with a feeling of indifference
How was the band?
They were okay, not great, but pretty good
They played the songs I knew they would
Some old, some new, same formula stay true
We can concur, it's mediocre

Sing, sing a song, make it simple, so all the kids can sing along, sing along

Medio-core the list keeps growin', the melodies been stolen
Remind me of songs sung in the 70s, you might fool the kids
but you don't fool me, you ever heard of something called aboriginality

Is it absurd to compose music no one's ever heard
Predictability like a bosom will comfort them
My one true foe, LCD

(Medio-core) It's under powered, the riffs are all deflowered
(Medio-core) It's spreading faster than British tooth decay
(Medio-core) "Are you ready to rock", "How you all doin' tonight"
You condescending fucks make me want to laugh and puke at the same

I'm one to speak this song sounds like 50 you've heard before, medio-core

Sing, sing a song, make it simple, so all the kids can sing along, sing along

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It's not the right time to be sober
Now the idiots have taken over
Spreading like a social cancer, is there an answer?

Mensa membership conceding
Tell me why and how are all the stupid people breeding
Watson, it's really elementary
The industrial revolution
Has flipped a bitch on evolution
The benevolent and wise are being thwarted, ostracized, what a bummer
The world keeps getting dumber
Insensitivity is standard and faith is being fancied over reason

Darwin's rollin over in his coffin
The fittest are surviving much less often
Now everything seems to be reversing, and it's worsening
Someone flopped a steamer in the gene pool
Now angry mob mentality's no longer the exception, it's the rule
And I'm startin to feel a lot like charlton heston
Stranded on a primate planet
Apes and orangutans that ran it to the ground
With generals and the armies that obeyed them
Followers following fables
Philosophies that enable them to rule without regard

There's no point for democracy when ignorance is celebrated
Political scientists get the same one vote as some Arkansas inbred
Majority rule, don't work in mental institutions
Sometimes the smallest softest voice carries the grand biggest solutions

What are we left with?
A nation of God-fearing pregnant nationalists
Who feel it's their duty to populate the homeland
Pass on traditions
How to get ahead religions
And prosperity via simpelton culture

The idiots are takin over

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I never thought about the universe,
It made me feel small.
Never thought about the problems of this planet at all.
Global warming, radioactive sites,
Imperialistic wrongs, and animal rights. NO!

Why think all the bad things when life is so good?
Why help with an end when there's always a could?
Let the whales worry about the poisons in the sea,
Outside of California, it's foreign policy.

I don't want changes,
I know reactions
Your dillemas are my distractions.

That’s no way to go, Franco Un-American
No way to go, Franco Un-American
No way to go, Franco Un-American
No way to go, Franco, Franco Un-American

I never looked around, never second-guessed
Then I read some Howard Zinn now I'm always depressed
And now I can't sleep from years of apathy
All because I read a little Noam Chomsky

I'm eating vegetation cause a fast food nation
I'm wearing a couple of shoes cause of globalization
I'm watching Michael Moore expose the awful truth
I'm listening to Public Enemy and Reagan Youth

I see no world peace 'cause they're zealous armed forces
I eat no breath-mints 'cause they're from the hooved horses
Now I can't believe; what an absolute failure
The president's laughing 'cause we voted for Nader

That's no way to go, Franco Un-American
No way to go, Franco Un-American
No way to go, Franco Un-American
Where can we go, Franco Un-American?

I want to move north and be a Canadian
Or hang down low with the nice Australians
I don't want to be another I don't care-ican
What are we gonna do Franco, Franco Un-American

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Now my chainsaw close to head
Change your points; you’re left for dead
This isn’t hectic fight for fun this is Hardcore 81

Neighbourhood watch, backyard brawl
Riot at Montanan hall, fighting ruins, this is sad but true
This is hardcore 82

RIOT! RIOT!

Maybe your home’s barred and blitzed
Go bust some heads or throw some fists you
You want some police brutality go to Hardcore 83

Hollywood, rap patrol get free rooms at Wilcox hotel
Question, what are we fighting for?
It's just Hardcore 84

Tragedy, a catastrophe
The nemesis of a wasted night
Rationale of an atom bomb
Consequence of a murder plot

RIOT! RIOT!

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