Possesions never meant anything to me I'm not crazy (Cause I got none)
Well that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar And a dog named dog 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
imporatnt to me just seems to fall right down my leg and on 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 gibberish 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
2: Leave It Alone
Breath ever soft We wouldn't wanna break the eggs as we walk Never alone,
cautious, afraid I hear the voice of reason on the p.a. Leave it alone,
follow the grain We couldn't stop the irresistible force Leave it the same,
change with the winds Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the old Leave
it alone DA NA NA NA NA NA NA (x4) Breath, ever so slight We couldn't take
away your god given right Leave it alone, heel and stay Roll over and shake
and beg for the bone Leave it alone DA NA NA NA NA NA NA (x4)
3: Dig
Rationalize values it's so easy to succeed Keeping your eyes on the prize
excess Camped outside Laissez Faire People understand me there Don't talk
to me we'll get along just fine Blowin' out your mores Henry Ford tradition
preys on Idle minds left the emergency brake on too long Underneath the
city lies the ruins of mankind The excavation was a financial success With
artifacts of gold The arrowheads went straight to the Smithsonian The rest
was melted doen and sold Substantial gains Minimal losses are tolerable
As long as the machine keeps running fine Cannibals Functioning on Pheromones
Rational thought lost to instinctual
4: The Cause
It isn't for the money, no it isn't for the fun It's a plan, a scam, a
diagram It's for the benefit of everyone You gotta have a little respect
Subterranean ideals Traditional neglect Reflect on how you think it would
make you feel The cause- we're just doing it for the cause No it isn't
for the fortune, it isn't for the fame It's a scheme, a dream, a barterine
We want everyone to think the same Because you know what you feel is right
And you feel what you can't ignore And you try so hard to point the blame
Ashamed- what do we do this for? The cause- we're just doing it for the
cause (x4)
5: Don't Call Me White
Don't call me white (x4) The connotations wearing my nerves thin Could
it be semantics generating the mess we're in? I understand that language
breeds stereotype But what's the explanation for the malice, for the spite?
Don't call me white (x4) I wasn't brought here, I was born Circumsized,
categorized, allegiance sworn Does this mean I have to take such shit For
being fairskinned? No! I ain't a part of no conspiracy, I'm just you're
average Joe Don't call me white (x4) Represents everything I hate The soap
shoved in the mouth to cleanse the mind The vast majority of sheep A buttoned
collar, starched and bleached Constricting veins, the blood flow to the
brain slows They're so fuckin' ordinary white Don't call me white (x4)
6: A Perfect Goverment
Even if it's easy to be free What's your definition of freedom? And who
the fuck are you, anyway? Who the fuck are they? Who the fuck am I to say?
What the fuck is really going on? How did the cat get so fat? Why does
the family die? Do you care why? 'cause there hasn't been a sign Of anything
gettin' better in the ghetto People's fed up But when they get up You point
your fuckin' finger You racist, you bigot But that's not the problem Now
is it? It's all about the money Political power is takin Protecting the
rich denying the poor Yeah, they love to watch the war from the White House
And I wonder how can they sleep at night? How can they sleep at night?
How did the cat get so fat? (x4)
7: The Brews
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 skinheaded jews We
got the might, psycho mashuganas We can't lose a fight, as we are the chosen
ones Chutspah, we battle then we feast We celebrate, we'll separate our
milkplates from our meat
8: Dying Degree
Dresser droors are filled with pocket change Coupons cut, cigarettes smoked
down to the butt, Is this what dreams are made of! Adding up subtracting
down you find yourself sucking the rind Dying degree, graying amie Final
payment made - had you forgot? The rightful owner of one deluxe cemetary
plot Paisley satin lined how apprapoe What a better way to go Dying degree,
graying amie No more eating crumbs When my pension finally comes Your kids
want eat mush anymore 'round me Dying degree, graying amie
9: Fleas
My father used to say You sleep with dogs the next day You'll wake in the
bed scratching Those inevitable fleas At ten years old You listen to what
you are told But I never felt the ich I never would My mother had forbidden
me To waste away my life I want you to have all the things I could never
buy you So don't stop what I'd begun You're my one, my only son Follow
what I say not what I've done Follow what I say not what I've done Shower,
scrub, and shave Cleanly boys don't misbehave Follow what I say not what
I've done
10: Lori Meyers
Lori Meyers used to live upstairs Our parents had been friends years Almost
every afternoon we'd play forbidden games At nine years old there's no
such thing as shame It wasn't recognition of her face, what brough me back
was a familiar mark As it flashed across the screen I bought some magazines,
some video tape scenes Incriminating act, I felt that I could save her
"Who are you to tell me how to live my life?" "You think I sell my body;
I merely sell my time." "I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waitin' for no
prince..." "To save me in fact until just now I was doin' just fine" And
on and on I know what degregation feels like I felt it on the floor at
the factory Where I worked long before, I took control now I answer to
me The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please Where's the problem?
11: Jeff Wears Birkenstocks?
Don't wanna chill, don't wanna sit Don't wanna hear no hippy shit Don't
tell me I've closed my mind Don't wanna groove, don't wanna dig Don't wanna
spend the day naked Don't like my music country fried He's got a tye dyed
Rancid shirt He wears his birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk? No! Just confused
Jeff don't wear regular shoes He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt He wears
his birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk? No! Just confused Jeff don't wear
regular shoes Fat Mike I gotta let you know It's not the tunes, it's their
live show And all the people you get to meet Plenty of good vibes and decent
drugs Stinky people give you hugs Walk around in your bare feet He's got
a tye dyed Rancid shirt He wears his birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk?
No! Just confused Jeff don't wear regular shoes
12: Punk Guy
Crazier than GG, yet more PC than Ian Got colored teeth like Johnny Exudes
a vicious disposition His hair sticks out like Colin' did, he jumps Similar
to Springa, he points his middle finga Not just he 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 huffing 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 Volume II
13: The Happy Guy
He's just a man getting through life the best he can He's a not a scientist,
he programs a computer Before that he sold cars to pay a student loan now
he receives pity From his family - his friends say how could he Turn his
back on on reason worshipping A God finding truth through fear and mind
control He's just a man trying to explain how He found the word of God
could make his life seem less insane So he shares what he's read, what
he understands, it makes sense to him, it makes perfect sense to him, in
fact He's never seen so clearly Turned his back on free will - has he lost
his mind? He'd rather kneel down than take charge of his life And he knows
what people think, but it dosen't sway him He can read the writings on
the wall 'Cause he knows how people treat, how they treat eachother A sacrifice
to benefit the all Don't try to judge him, his theological ideas His hopes
may be false but his happiness is real Don't try to judge him, he's just
a man
14: Reeko
Reeko, try to understand, it really is that bad It won't just go away,
the party's over It's past two'o'clock, so it's about time We stopped,
'cause I see the keg has been sucked dry The cisco was emptied in to the
aquarium Where the fish all seem to play the ex lax Lines the dog bowl
The toilet's overflowed, we've had our fun so now there's nothing left
to damage. We got no place left to go Mr. President, please understand,
it really is that bad It won't just go away, it's just beginning The ballots
have been cast, we make like seaward rats Leave this sinking ship, leave
and not look back The things we never tried to disallow Have come back
to haunt us now With apple pie and chevrolet We've come to see the end,
we've all made this bed Now we got nowhere to lay, dies and gentlemen Try
to understand
15: Scavenger Type
Gigin alone at the bottom of the hill Our protagonist named Bill Sets his
sghts on an anchor steam pint All he needs is thirteen quarters Congregated
in his hat A crow, a scavenger type California redemption provides him
with his rent Room and board inside a fifth of comfort As the wind penetrates
his bones His mind keep focused Tidal waves of sound catapulted From his
horn wail like lovers The coins don't drop consistent as does the mercury
His meter slows realizing a zenith He's reached perfection No one did see
him die
