PUNK ROCK ELITE
Indiscriminate I'd rather be elite
I'll choose my own shit scene
unsubstantiated rumors flown are true
I'm here for me not you

Noncunglumurate I mean what I say
I'm not your fucking scape
goat apparently I've alienated some
it seems my job's half done

You'll never understand it
try to buy and brand it
I win, you lose, cause it's my job
to keep punk rock elite

This music ain't your fuckin' industry

KIDS OF THE K-HOLE
Everybody needs some time away
just stuck in the K-hole again
an 18 hour holiday
just stuck in the K-hole again, just once again

Mrs. Kitty ketamine your perseverance may
Outlast my ambition to go home
infatuation with your dark side
I obey forbidden pleasures,
I have grown to loathe/love
Somewhere between eden and north utopia somewhere beneath the astral plain
I've taken residence on sybaritic soil
You won't be seeing me again You won't be seeing me again
Dropping crumbs and flying thumbs won't help me get back home
the home is where the hart is, I've been told 'cause
I promised my heart to her she cooked it medium well then proceded to swallow it whole It may sound good to you it may sound oh so wrong just stuck in the K-hole again winter's broken, summer's gone just stuck in the K-hole again just once again

MURDER THE GOVERNMENT
I wanna see the constitution burn
I wanna watch the white house overturn
I wanna witness some blue blood bleed red
I wanna tar and lynch the KKK
I wanna pull and shoot the NRA
murder the government
murder the government
murder the government
and then do it again yeah
murder the government
murder the government
murder the government
and then
murder the government

MONOSYLABIC GIRL
I take her to the aquarium, she says shark
I take her to the planetarium, she says dark
I take her to the seasidewhere she likes to spin and twirl
she says sure and cool and yeah
she's my monosylabic girl
I take her to the university, she says huh
I take her to out anniversary, she says one
I take her to the jewelry store
I say diamonds, she says pearl
oh everyone knows I'm in love
with a monosylabic girl

180 DEGREES
It's so easy to defend the status quo
with everyone so cool and cyncal
but when you see the end don't justify the mean
sit's just that 180 degrees
The great thing about bein' a human
the ability to reason
but reasoning don't work when no one cares
2 parts apathy, one part despair
Guess what, this might come as surprise
I'll no longer roll my eyes
a change of heart to let the conscience breath
one quick twist, just 180 degrees
Yeah, I now know the right thing to do
Yeah, anti tradition tried and true
Yeah, a world where wrong has right of way
Yeah, fuck that world, fuck that hierarchy
Go ahead, work, waste your life away
fuck that world, go fuck that right of way

ALL HIS SUITS ARE TORN
Billy Cobin lost it all
we knew he would eventually
some wonder why he took the fall
others just ask who the hell is he
and why should we care for him?
A baggy man with baggy clothes
a face made of paper machehe lost his humor years ago
a long with his molars
his head planted beneath his shoulders
Kill the pain, integrity don't keep you warm and sane
don't throw me out with the bath water
don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me
Billy Cobin had a time, Billy Cobin had a place
following his fiffteen minute climb
Billy took a seven second leap a cannonball
plunge of the deep

ALL OUTTA ANGST
I'm not insane, I'm not bummed out
I got no one to blame, nothing to change
I got no evil to fightOne thing's for sure,
I'm all outta angst
society dont' bother me
and there's something wrong with that
So I'm off to Pakistan,
learn the laws of islam
fundamentalism, forget that rock'n'roll
no cigarette, no drink, in fact
it's difficult to think about getting laid
when you don't even get to see her face
I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I'm not liquored
I got nothin' to do, nothin' to lose
I got no place to call homeone thing's for sure,
I'm all outta angst
society don'r bother me, there's something wrong with that
Next stop Mongolia
don't get to golf or fuck or bowl with 'ya
throw out that handicap
no stepping out, till spring, in fact it's
difficult to sing when it's 20 below
and that's during the day
I'm not insane

I'M TELLING TIM
You better watch out you better not cry
you better put out records DIY
cause its not what you've done it's what you've been
if you fuck up I'm telling Tim
Take you out of book your own life part six
you wont play again at ABC
you're gona get ostracized like Lawrence
when I tell Tim I'm telling Tim
I'm telling Tim I'm telling Tim

CHAMPS ELYSEES(French)
Je me baldais sur l'avenue le coeur ouvert a l'inconnu.
J'avais envie de dire bonjour a n'importe qui
n'importe qui et ce fut toi, je t'ai dit n'importe quoi,
Il suffisait de te parler, pour t'apprivoiser.

Aux Champs-Elysees, aux Champs-Elysees
au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit,
Il ya tout que vous voulez aux Champs-Elysees

Tu m'a dit "J'ai rendez-vous dans un sous-sol avec des fous,
qui vivent la guitar a la main, du soir a matin".
Alors je t'ai accompagnee, on a chante, on a danse
et l'on n'a meme pas pense  a s'embrasser

Aux Champs-Elysees, aux Champs-Elysees
au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit,
Il ya tout que vous voulez aux Champs-Elysees

Hier soir deux inconnus et ce matin sur l'avenue,
deux amoureux tout etourdis par la longue nuit.
Et le l'Etoile a la Concorde, un orchestre a mille chordes,
tous les oiseaux du point du jour, chantent l'armour

Aux Champs-Elysees, aux Champs-Elysees
au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit,
Il ya tout que vous voulez aux Champs-Elysees
 

CHAMPS ELYSEES(English)
I was walking(strolling)on the avenue,the heart opened to the unknown
I wanted to say hello to anyone
Anyone and that was you,I told you anything,
Just hadda talk to you,to tame(win over)you.

On the ChampsElysées,on the ChampsElysées
Under the sun,under the rain,at midday or midnight,
There's whatever you want on the ChampsElysées

You said"I have rendez vous in a basement(underground) with
mad(crazy)guys who live with guitar in the hand,from evening til'
morning"
So,I've accompanied you (came with you),we sang,we danced
And we even not thought about kissin'(embracin')

On the ChampsElysées,on the ChampsElysées
Under the sun,under the rain,at midday or midnight,
There's whatever you want on the ChampsElysées.

DAD'S BAD NEWS
Don't belive a word your grandfather say
she's been classified grade a psycotik
you can see it from the hole in his head
a saner man would have used a bigger gun
degeneration ah ah ah ah aht
he lunatic clause was written for you
The story spoken is a story unheard
by you so listen cause it's unbelievable
a certain trait has passed while centuries turned
this certain trait has been a family tradition
No simple way to tell you son
we share the same red tainted blood
I'm gona kill me, you're gona kill you
kill you
Don' belive a word your grandfather says
Don' belive a word your grandfather says
Don' belive a word your grandfather say
she's a psycotik, grade a psycotik

KILL ROCK STARS
"Kill the rockstars" how ironic, Kathleen
you've been crowned the newest queen
kinda like the punk rock Gloria Steinham
you can't change the world by laming men
can't change the world by hating men
Just cause I don't know the reason you're so pissed
don't dare tag me mysoginist
I thought the goal here  was mutual respect
not constructing a seperate sect
I wish I could have seen Courtney
demonstrate some real mysoginy
cant change the world by hating men

EAT THE MEEK
Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long
Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long
Because there 's never gona be enough space
so eat the meek, enjoy the waste
it's always gonna be a delicacy
lick your chops and eat the meek
Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long
Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long
The factory mass production fear, bottled,capped, distributed near and far
sold for a reasonable price
and the people, they love it, they feed it
brush with it, bathe with it, breath it
inject it direct to the blood
it seems to replacing love
Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long
Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long
Because there always gonna be token truth
forgotten code discarded youth
you know there's always gonna be pedigree
one own the air one pay to breath
Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long
Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long

THE DESPERATION'S GONE
Trip down the stairs into hell
cathay de I miss your smell
a mixture of puke, beer, stale piss
fuck, sweat, and fearadrenaline addicted, the blood leak
from my head kinda concerned my friends
but at the time it felt so right
the music blaring on, now the desperation's gone
Turn, tune the knob K-gosome alterna radio
strategic marketing hype, media, stereotype
has our music been castrated? yes
to you it may sound good
to me it sounds all wrong
the notes and chords sound similar
the same forbidden beat, butt
he desperation's gone (the song's the same)
but the desperation's gone

FALLING IN LOVE
Blast oxygen masks, smoke filled cabin depressurize, don't be afraid,
hold onto me we're going down, but not our love Death
don't seem so bad, 'cause I'm with you my only love,
so close your eyes kiss me on the last time, we're gonna die,
but not our love, not our love