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11-15-2004, 04:15 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: Nov 2004
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my lyrics. do you like them?
were sitting on the bleachers
dinking our beer someone yells Oi Oi Oi and we all cheer we down the bottle drink till were drunk thats what we do cause were all PUNX we make our way to the show stumble one way then we fall we get back up because were NOt dunk thats what we do cause were all PUNX were all punx (4x) After the show now were sober back to the bleachers where we drink our beer **** the curfew lets drink till were drunk thats what we do cause were all Punx were all punx (7x) |
11-15-2004, 05:10 PM | #5 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: Nov 2004
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i promis neither of theses is a casulities song.
its friday night nothing to do but sit on the corner and drink some booze chill at the park hang with friends LETS GET DRUNK AND HAVE A FIGHT! so you do this three times a week and you tell yourself ytour not a geek you tell yourself you can change LETS GET DRUNK AND HAVE A FIGHT ok one night you drink to much driving your car put your foot on the clutch close your eyes count to 10 LETS GET DRUNK AND HAVE A FIGHT its friday night nothing to do but sit on the corner and drink some booze chill at the park hang with friends LETS GET DRUNK AND HAVE A FIGHT |
11-15-2004, 08:22 PM | #7 (permalink) | |
Music Addict
Join Date: Jun 2004
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sounds more like an irish booze hound song that punk.
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11-16-2004, 06:14 PM | #8 (permalink) |
Freeskier
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
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ya i'm not too much of a fan of the last one, like david said, sounds more like an alcoholic junior high kid's story than a punk song.
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