1. |
Pipebomb
01:27
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There's a house around the corner where the junkies always go
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
Yeah, they try to keep it secret, but we already know
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
Yeah, I wanna try
Ah, I wanna try
Ready?
Ready?
Go!
There's cops around the corner, but we already know
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
While we're talking, they're recording and they're getting every note
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
Well, I hate all cops
Fuck every cop
Ready?
Ready?
Go! Whoa-oh-oh!
<instrumental>
There's a house around the corner where the money always flows
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
Well, we're California dreamin' and we're heading coast-to-coast
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
Well, I wanna drive
It's my turn to drive
Ready?
Ready?
Coast!
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2. |
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I never thought that
It would have to come to this
You said, "we'll work together
We'll make this happen, we won't look back"
But there you go again
You're blowing off your best friend
I understand you wanna live
Well I guess I'll find another
'Cuz you can make it on your own
And in the end, I hope you're not alone
'Cuz every word you said
I took to heart and you played your part
Just like we knew you would
So where do we go from here?
It's either hit or miss
Should we just turn around
Or walk ten steps and pull the trigger?
And there you go again
You're off with your "other friends," yeah
I understand, I can forgive
Well there'll always be another
'Cuz you can make it on your own
And in the end, I hope you're not alone
'Cuz every word you said
I took to heart and you played your part
You played me very well
<instrumental>
'Cuz you can make it on your own
And in the end, I hope you're not alone
'Cuz every word you said
I took to heart and you played your part
Just like we knew you would
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3. |
What About Zombies?
02:03
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The things we'll never know
The things we could've loved
All those places we could've seen
You say, "Maybe"
And that drives us crazy, oh-oh
But you always had a way with words
Please promise me
Please promise me
Please promise me you'll call before you --
I want this, ooh, to work out, ooh
I want you to not shout
Obscenities like cursing my name
All the while I'm just
Wishing you were with me
It shouldn't be this way
I wanted you to stay
But you never fucking cared
You say, "Maybe"
And that drives us crazy, oh-oh
But you always had a way with words
Please promise me
Please promise me
Please promise me you'll call before you --
I want this, ooh, to work out, ooh
I want you to not shout
Obscenities like cursing my name
All the while I'm just
Wishing you were with me
<instrumental>
The things we'll never know
The things we could've loved
All those faces we could've seen
You say, "Maybe"
And that drives us crazy, oh-oh
But you always had a way with words
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4. |
One Less Memory
01:28
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I'm a believer, but I'll never see her
To see her would mean the death of me
I'm a believer, but I'll never see her
One less memory
When I
Swallow my pride
I will see that you weren't meant for me
I will see, I will, I'll be free
I'm a believer, yes, I'm a believer
Her ghost inside of me
It sends chills down my back, a heart attack
What's it like to be so free?
When I
Swallow my pride
I will see that you weren't meant for me
I will see, I will, I'll be free
Hey!
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5. |
American Hardcore
01:17
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Go!
Yeah!
No indifference, no unjust (whoa-oh)
No disease, no distrust (whoa-oh)
In self-defense, there is no remorse (whoa-oh)
When held on trial by special courts (whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
<instrumental>
Yeah!
No indifference, no unjust (whoa-oh)
No disease, no distrust (whoa-oh)
In self-defense, there is no remorse (whoa-oh)
When held on trial by special courts (whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
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6. |
One Hundred Days
02:12
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I touch the pen to the pad, but nothing comes to my mind
Nothing that I can think of, won't even matter to you
Nation's on the verge of war
Doing things I've only read before
People fear what they don't understand
A hundred days in
A hundred years of war ahead
A hundred years of war
And we're only two years in
Executive orders: God bless the U.S.A.
Defund Planned Parenthood, gonna cut the E.P.A.
You don't believe in climate change
But I sure as hell appreciate
The fact that we have come oh so far
A hundred days in
A hundred years of war ahead
A hundred years of war
And we're only two years in
<instrumental>
A hundred days in
A hundred years of war ahead
A hundred years of war
And we're only two years in
A hundred days in
A hundred years of war ahead
A hundred years of war
And we're only two years in
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7. |
Downtown L.A.
03:14
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Downtown L.A. is where I saw her today
She was pushing a cart and headed my way
She was trippin' out on a good one
Never seen her before, I'll never see her again
Again
(Yah-yah-yah-lu, ooh-ooh)
She was moaning, oh, for the loss of her friend
A true brother in arms, and on and on, she wept
If anyone would've seen her that day
They'd've thought to themselves, "That girl's crazy"
Not me
(Yah-yah-yah-lu, ooh-ooh)
There's no need to cry anymore
We'll all float on in the sky, oh-oh-oh
Just remember the good times, dry your eyes...
There's no need to cry anymore
We'll all float on in the sky, oh-oh-oh
Just remember the good times, dry your eyes...
(Yah-yah-yah-lu, ooh-ooh)
Downtown L.A. on a bright summer day
He wiped the sweat from his brow and begged for spare change
With a forty-ounce sitting by his die
He often though to himself, "Oh, what a day to die"
(Yah-yah-yah-lu, ooh-ooh)
Did you know that it's illegal to give
The homeless food? You might go to jail
Or even worse, be called an anarchist
Or, God forbid, a fuckin' socialist
(Yah-yah-yah-lu, ooh-ooh)
There's no need to cry anymore
We'll all float on in the sky, oh-oh-oh
Just remember the good times, dry your eyes...
There's no need to cry anymore
We'll all float on in the sky, oh-oh-oh
Just remember the good times, dry your eyes...
(Yah-yah-yah-lu, ooh-ooh)
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8. |
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When she swore that she thought he knew
How the past leads to present, tell me, what does it mean?
When you don't know, when you don't feel so right
What you're searching for is a simple life...
He's up to no good
Through all your troubles, through all of your life
What you thought was an answer was a perfect lie
But you didn't know, you didn't feel so right
What you're searching for is a simple life...
I'm up to no good
How many secrets can the heart hide?
In a cell, you lose yourself, you lose your goddamn mind
But we didn't know, we didn't feel so right
We're searching for a simple life...
They're up to no good
Cities will crumble, but towers will rise
What was fought for the living will be pushed to the side
But we didn't know, we didn't feel so right
We're searching for a simple life...
They're up to no good
Mischief managed!
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9. |
Meet Molly
02:28
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Meet Molly, isn't she pretty?
Dancing down the street, the whole damn city
Making kids believe she's their only one
Another pure-hearted girl who likes to have some fun, alright
The kids, they think they know it all
Seven days a week, yes, I know who to call
Seven days a week, yes, I know who to call...
This couldn't happen to you
This couldn't happen to you
Honestly, who could ever doubt you?
You know me, but yet, you look right through
Come on, please, now you're making me beg
I'd wait on you all night and day
The kids, they think they know it all
Seven days a week, yes, I know who to call
Seven days a week, yes, I know who to call...
This wouldn't happen to you
This wouldn't happen to you
She's cut clean, man, she's pretty
Pushing on the streets, working for a living
And her folks believe the web she's spun
"All about that peace and love"
The kids, they think they know it all
Seven days a week, yes, I know who to call
Seven days a week, yes, I know who to call...
This shouldn't happen to you
This shouldn't happen to you
Oh-oh-oh
NOOOOO!
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10. |
Runaways
03:00
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Can't we get along?
My voice is weak, but my will is strong
And it's getting even harder just about everyday
To keep on smiling when it's not okay
Back then, it was all a game
A new look, you see, it's better that way
No, you can't be fighting over what they say
Doesn't make a difference, we could run away
Down to the other side
Take the bus and enjoy the ride
You meet different people just about everyday
You hardly ever notice or recall what they say
But then, you come around
A pretty face, but you're wearing a frown
Well, tell me all about it 'cuz I've got all day
You don't have to worry, you've just gotta be brave
Bop-bop-ba-ha
Bop-bop-ba-da-da
You've gotta hold on
You just gotta hold on
<instrumental>
Can't we get along?
My voice is weak, but my will is strong
And it's getting even harder just about everyday
To keep on smiling when it's not okay
Back then, it was all a game
A new look, you see, it's better that way
No, you can't be fighting over what they say
It doesn't make a difference, we could run away
Down to the other side
Take the bus and enjoy the ride
You meet different people just about everyday
They hardly ever notice or recall what you say
But then, you come around
A pretty face, but you're wearing a frown
Well, tell me all about it 'cuz I've got all day
And you don't have to worry, you've just gotta be brave
Bop-bop-ba-ha
Bop-bop-ba-da-da
You've gotta hold on
You just gotta hold on
Bop-bop-ba-ah
Bop-bop-ba-da-da
You've gotta hold on
You just gotta hold on
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11. |
Forever Hold Your Peace
01:57
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Stuttering out these sentences, I don't have a clue
I peeled back your pages like -- like you wanted me to, ah-ah-ah
Found forty dollars on my floor today
I'm gonna spend every cent of it, no, I'm not gonna waste my day
'Cuz I know it's coming someday and I know it's gonna end
Don't want a life of regret...
In the "lounge" 'til the morning sun
Now, make no mistake, we're gonna live it up
Don't wanna talk politics today, oh yeah
All systems are running and all is fair play
In this moment, I pray...
I know it's coming someday and I know it's gonna end
Don't want a life of regret...
Searching for substance while time ticks away, ah-ah
Won't know 'til morning if all turns out okay
Oh, I killed every demon that crawled into my room
There's no escaping my impending doom
'Cuz I know it's coming someday and I know it's gonna end
Don't want a life of regret...
Yeah, all systems are running and all is fair play
In this moment, I pray, oh yeah, I pray
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"Don't let her walk alone," but you didn't stop her
He wasn't quite the man she thought he'd be
400,000 kids go missing every single year...
Some women find work in prostitution
Some kids are forced into sex trafficking
They gave Cyntoia life, but Brock Turner's roaming free...
All senses lost with no ability
To justify the ending of ones life
For every kid who just wants a purpose
For every kid who ever had a dream
Of making something out of nothing in this fucked reality...
Don't ever hesitate, where's smoke, there's fire
Let's all be the voice we wanna be
You couldn't comprehend the things they've endured or seen...
All senses lost with no ability
To justify the ending of ones life
"Don't let her walk alone," but you didn't stop her
He wasn't quite the man she thought he'd be
400,000 kids go missing every single year...
Don't ever hesitate, where's smoke, there's fire
Let's all be the voice we wanna be
You couldn't comprehend the things they've endured or seen...
All senses lost with no ability
To justify the ending of ones life
All senses lost with no ability
To justify the ending of ones life
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13. |
Sink, Florida, Sink
01:53
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<originally by Against Me>
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14. |
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I see nothing when I look out of my window
And I don't think the view is at all bad
I have very few dreams for things I can not see
And I don't think our limits are all bad
I no longer even try, even try to close my eyes
And yet, I'm not appalled by this whole world and its nomads
It's interesting to be alive and nothing matters if you die
So despite it all, it's really not all bad...
Despite us all, it's really not all bad
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Punk rock band from Simi Valley, California. We like The Clash, the Ramones and the Misfits. We're down to play anytime, anywhere.
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