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Motherfuckers lyrics
"I Wanna Be A Cop... So I Can Fuck You Up" 7"
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Motherfuckers lyrics
"I Wanna Be A Cop... So I Can Fuck You Up" 7"
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She's the only one who'll understand
She's the only one who can change my plans
She's the only one I wanna see
She's the only one who can complete me
Chorus
She's all I want
She's all I need
Hers is the name that I call out in my sleep
Never will I fear
Never shed a tear
As long as I can stay faithful to my beer
She's the only one for whom I've flipped
Don't care if you say I'm lager-whipped
She's the only one I think about
'Cuz beer's the only girl that looks good stout
Living on coffee and power bars, adrenaline runs high
Lie awake in bed at night, think I'm gonna die
Trying to sit still at work, I tap a constant beat
Can't think, my brain's distracted by my ever-tapping feet
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My hands they shake, my legs convulse
My body's so tense, feel my racing pulse
Can't sit still, can't concentrate
I'm just a nervous wreck
You know I try to settle down, but it just don't feel right
Instead I roam the streets again, another sleepless night
Tried quaaludes, weed and sleeping pills, but nothing seems to help
I guess it's just the way I am, I'm just a nervous wreck
Chorus
Jittering, quivering, shaking, convulsing through the day
Call me the human vibrator, I like it fine this way
A volatile mixture - just waiting to explode
A bundle of nervous energy, it's all I've ever known
Chorus
Skabby Vermin, he's the king, punkest man in town
Cum-stained pants, filthy hair, the man can't bring him down
He's pissed in Steve & Lindsey's house, he's fucked a skinhead's wife
Don't try to take his beer away, he'd sooner give his life
Chorus
I wanna be punk like skabby
I wanna have that hair
I wanna be punk like Skabby
And I think I'm half way there
Didn't shower for two weeks, I still couldn't get the scent
Went to buy a police baton, but my money was all spent
Can't think of anyone in this world I would rather be
Wattie, Sid & Darby Crash, all bow to Skabby V
Chorus
I see them every day, on the bus and in the street
Faceless human robots who I never wanna meet
They look at me and shake their heads, or quickly turn away
Or make some pointless comment, the highlight of their day
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Ordinary people - they make no sense to me
Live a world apart from me, I wish that they could see
Droning lies with vacant eyes and nothing in their heads
Blinding doing what they're told, so easily misled
Spewing arrogance and ignorance, it never seems to end
Spout answers to questions they don't even comprehend
You may say I'm anti-social, but I've got some self-respect
And mingling with the normals is a fate that's worse than death
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Write your gangsta songs about repression in the hood
I wouldn't take that right away, not even if I could
But remember this little thing, it's all I'll ever ask
Just try to comport yourself with a little fuckin' class
'Cuz buddies of mine died face down in the sand, so you could assault my ears with your shitty hip-hop band
Write your 30-second songs about the evil corporate state
And in between your songs preach about everything you hate
Just remember this little thing, it's all I'll ever ask
You'll never change the system just by blaming the upper class
'Cuz buddies of mine died face down in the sand, so you could assault my ears with your shitty emo band
Just because we wrote this song, it doesn't really mean
We think we're any better, or that we're pristine
If you look close enough you'll see, we're our own worst enemy
But at least we see the forest, despite the fuckin' trees
'Cuz buddies of mine died face down in the sand, so we could assault your ears with our shitty punk rock band
It's Friday night and I'm bored as sin
Don't want no beer, don't want no gin
Guess I'll just find some other way
Hey Mr. Daniels, can Jack come out to play?
Chorus
Oi Oi Oi Oi - Old No. 7
Smoke your drugs, drink your wine
I've got Jacky's turpentine
Oi Oi Oi Oi - Old No. 7
You say alchohol's a crutch, that's fair
Then Jacky's is my wheelchair
It's Saturday night and I'm a little irate
I think it must have been the food I ate
Gotta fix my guts, and I know the way
Hey Mr. Daniels, can Jack come out to play?
Chorus
Sunday afternoon and I'm still to gooned
Everything on t.v. looks a little cartooned
Need something to make it all go away
Hey Mr. Daniels, can Jack come out to play?
CHORUS
If your idea of normal means a tie upon my chest
Beneath a suit of three pieces, no vomit on the vest
If that's your idea of normal - then fuck normality
If that's your idea of normal - then pass by me
I can't believe that your idea of normal seems to mean
That I can't walk around in semen-encrusted jeans
See you on the street, passing by me
There is nothing in your life that I would want for me
See you on the street, staring at me
Until you change that's the way I wanna be
If your idea of normal means giving up my way of life
Losing all those gathered here for some suburban wife
If that's your idea of normal - then fuck normality
If that's your idea of normal - then pass by me
I can't believe that your idea of normal seems to mean
That I can't walk around in semen-encrusted jeans
See you on the street, passing by me
There is nothing in your life that I would want for me
See you on the street, staring at me
Until you change that's the way I wanna be
If your idea of normal means I can never have a drink
Hand me that gin & tonic, I'll tell you what I think
If that's your idea of normal - then fuck normality
If that's your idea of normal - then pass by me
I can't believe that your idea of normal seems to mean
That I can't walk around in semen-encrusted jeans
See you on the street, passing by me
There is nothing in your life that I would want for me
See you on the street, staring at me
Until you change that's the way I wanna be
Why is it you think that I care what you say?
Why is it you think that I care what you do?
Why is it you think that I care if you fall?
Why do you pretend that you think at all?
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You've got no opinions, and if you do they just don't count
You keep blathering on, as the evidence against you mounts
Why is it you think that I care if you live?
Why is it you think that I care if you die?
Why is it you think that I care when you fall?
Why do you think that you matter at all?
Chorus
Spoken bit:
What about me, what about my needs, we can't all be in a punk band, don't marginalize my views man.
Shut up, shut up, shut up, just shut the fuck up!
Looping round and round we go, intestines in a whirl
Turn against my spinnin' head, my stomach wants to hurl
Rest my weary pogo sticks, and lay down for a bit
Swear this time will be the last I'm caught pissed in the Pit
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Elbows, shoulders, knees and hands, all begin to fly
I turned to wave you in, and got a chelsea in the eye
Elbows, shoulders, knees and hands, swung so bloody low
Pissed and pogoing in the pit, fuck no I'll never go
Looping round and round we go, my poor head starts to spin
I finally dance my way outside, and some banger throws me in
"Banger-boy" I scream at him, "you useless piece of shit"
"Tomorrow's Napalm Death, and you'll be the one pissed in the pit"
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A crash, a bang, a "stop right there", the cops come through the door
Make a line of plastic shields, then they head out on the floor
Pepper spray and billy clubs, they think they're such hot shit
"Have a drink, and dance it up, we want your weapons in our pit"
Bottle in my hand, sunglasses at night
Need another drink just to feel alright
Middle finger salute, looks like another fight
The world will be an ugly place when I see the morning light
Don't look at me, don't talk to me, I just wanna be alone
I know I've hit rock-bottom, but there's nowhere left to go
Puking in the corner, stroke my hair & hold my hand
Why I do this to myself I'll never understand
Got thrown out of the show, never got to see the band
Tried to work things out, but it never goes as planned
Don't look at me, don't talk to me, I just wanna be alone
I know I've hit rock-bottom, but there's nowhere left to go
Now I'm lying on the ground, abandoned, pissed & broke
Pull my head out of the gutter as I light another smoke
Told the world to fuck right off, cuz life's just one big joke
Nothing left to do now but drink until I choke
Don't look at me, don't talk to me, I just wanna be alone
I know I've hit rock-bottom, but there's nowhere left to go
Everyone I know is a pathetic fuckin' drunk
I can't make new friends, 'cuz I'm just a dirty punk
Girls think I'm ugly, I smell bad too
I know my life sucks, don't need to hear it from you
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I'll bitch & complain, day after day
Say I hate this town, but you know I'm here to stay
I'll get up in the morning, do it all again
Apathy and boredom, it's driving me insane
Slave through the day for this meagre fucking pay
Nothing to look forward to at the end of the day
Waste away the night in some smokey fucking bar
Then I gotta walk home, I can't afford a car
Chorus
I used to be so angry, always ready for a fight
Now I'm just a lazy slob, it doesn't feel right
One day ya know I'll pack my bags and I'll be outta here
But for now I'll just sit around, have another beer, and
Chorus
I think that I shall never hear
A poem lovelier than a beer
The foamy stuff they have on tap
With the golden base and the lovely snowy cap
chorus
Beer's so great - It lets me sublimate
Beer's so great - My need to hate
Though I try I'll always fail
To write as sweet as this here ale
With ethanol at 5.9
I'm too damn drunk to write this line
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It's a friday night and the time is right, the kids wanna have some fun
Head down to the punk rock show, and the party's just begun
Gotta dodge those surly bouncers, but you know it's worth the risk
Once we get inside the girl's room, we're all gonna get pissed
Anarchy - In the girl's room
Pushing through a wall of smoke, and now we are inside
Karl's coming after us, we know we gotta hide
Thirty kids all packed inside, pounding 40s back
Anarchy in the girl's room - Ready to attack
Anarchy - In the girl's room
A Calgary punk tradition, the bathroom party reigns
Broken bottles, cigarette butts, overflowing drains
When the motherfuckers play, you better come and dance
But head back to the girl's room before you miss your chance
Anarchy - In the girl's room
From Carpenter's Union Hall to the Multicultural
A bathroom party you will find at every punk rock show
So don't even try to stop us, we can't be kept down
Anarchy in the girl's room, the coolest thing in town
Anarchy - In the girl's room