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LEFTOVER CRACK LYRICS

"gaay Rude Boys Unite"

Unity! HA! yer such a saint today
you may be anti racist but then you're anti gaay
you may be ignorant from a lack of education
but if it's sympathy you see you seek
you better turn to another station

Intolerant society rears it's ugly face
you're turning your native music into a homophobic disgrace
the gaay ones, the straight ones, the white tan yellow and black
gaay rude boys and girls, we're gonna take that dancehall back
we'll take it back!
because without respect there's gonna be nothing left

This double standard just won't sit that well with me
I come to say this and it's just the way it has to be
you know i'm not PC i'll shoot your kid at school
'cuz he's gonna grow up to be a fuucking assshole just like you
you can celebrate your unity till every gaay is dead
but why don't you stop your fronting with real unity instead
and on a better dime on this $hitty little globe
we would crucify the racists and be bashing all the homophobes

Intolerant society rears it's ugly face
you're turning your hardcore music into a homophobic disgrace
the gaay ones, the straight ones, the white tan yellow and black
gaay rude boys and girls, we're gonna take that dancehall back
we'll take it back, we'll take it back
because without respect there's gonna be nothing left

2000 triple zero stand up and take a look around
this ignorant fuucking $hit shouldn't happen in any town
so come on leave the closet and on your way out grab a bat
cuz there's a battle to be fought and the prize is fuucking phat
autonomy from ignorance there's got to be a better way
but the racist, sexist homophobes and piggies gotta pay
but right now you got to get out of your fuucking seat
and jam down to the faagot rythm's of that crack rock steady beat

holdyoualways

well, im not sure if i know of any real meaningful lyrics but theres this one song that i love dearly and kind of reminds me of my life in regards to the role music plays in it. i rock out to it everytime i hear it:

Sum 41-What We're All About
Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion
It's number 32 now here's the situation
If the beat moves your feet then don't change the station
Pack your bags cause we're leaving on a permanent vacation
Well, I'm a disaster
A microphone master
Put on your tape and rock your ghetto blaster
It's not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts
About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts
I'm Dave Brown Sound and you see me running late
Cause I'm always making time to make your girlie feel great
And I'm Bizzy D from way down town
I'm known to rock a mic like a king was a crown
When I'm on top I'm gonna borrow that bootie
Hustling deals like Mickey Macooty
When I wake up I like a pound of bacon
Start off the day with my arteries shaking

(Chorus)
Rock! It's what we're all about
It's what we live for
C'mon shout it out

Well I bring down the house in every city we play
Just from pickin' up the mic' in a usual way
We rock guitars with a bass that's farty
We could even tear it up at a grade school party
Well I can keep the beat but I can't break dance
It's hard to look cool in crazy pants
But I wear 'em anyway even when they look whack
It's my personal way to bring the 80's back
Gave up the life of servin' burger and fries
High cholesterol gettin' grease in my eyes
I was drinkin' underage I belong on stage
Hello rock 'n' roll goodbye minimum wage
I'm teachin' you a lesson in mic' control
Makin' rhymes with my letters in my cereal bowl
Lucky number seven every dice I roll
Sum 41 to the power as the poon patrol

Chorus

Well let's avoid confusion by makin' one thing clear
The rock we're bringin' is gonna instill fear
And the power we control should be revered
We sold our souls to Satan two times last year
Take a look to the point, to the point I'm makin'
We rock the oven while we're stone cold bakin'
And we get outta hand and bust up the room
JD is to blame for the Legion of Doom
'Cause I'm the B-I double Z-Y
You ain't better than me, I ain't your average guy
I like to watch girls shake with a kung fu grip
While the goon platoon is on the flavor trip
We beat down London, we slayed LA
Got an APB on the jams we play
So when you're on the stage cold grabbin' your ****
We release something the new kings of rock

Chorus twice

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hiu

"Razors In The Night"

Running away, something better ahead
But you gotta think fast before it's too late
Just one cut around your head
Just one minute and you'll call me dead

You better watch out for the razors in the night
You better leave out the razors in the night

Backstreet boys wear boots and braces
Razor blades and angry faces
Too much tension, too much fear
What the hell are we doing here

Murder is the biggest prize in sport
Cause violence is the only game you've been taught
A pool of warm blood is your prize
Or a cold blade across your eyes

Babygoth

I think some meaningul lyricas um well even the heaviest bands have meaningful lyrics like korns thoughtless thats a cool song "I wanna kill and rape you the way you raped me and i pull the trigger and your down down down" very meaningful and depresseing I like it!

Lost_At_22

BUSINESS by BIOHAZARD

I'm fed up, I've had it up to here
Tell me what is good for me and my career
**** you and your selfish advice
You've never been loyal to the same things twice
In your sheltered little lives, you don't know the scene
Doing as you're told, puppets of the big machine
Changing faces, revolving door hypocrisy
Who do you work for now, yeah, I see

[Chorus I:]

Music's for you and me
Not the ****ing industry
You ****ing tell us what is cool
You see we came from different schools

You got no crowd but you got a big push
Kissing asses till your pride turns into mush
You might change your style for the record company
Fingers down your throat, you heave your integrity

You're weak, give it up, throw the towel and the flag in
And get your pussy ass off the mother****in' bandwagon
Never for a minute were you real in the first place
So far up someone's ass you got **** on your face

[Chorus II:]

Music's for you and me
Not the ****ing industry
You ****ing tell us what is cool
You see we came from different schools
To us it matters what you say
Not the ****ing games you play
You're full of ****, it's plain to see
The whole damn ****ing industry

If you think for a minute this song's about you
Step the **** back, cuz it's probably true
The message in the music is the reason that we're in this
Music is for you and me, not the ****ing industry
Try to tell us what is cool, we came from different schools
It only matters what you say, not the ****in' games you play
Full of ****, it's plain to see, the whole damn ****in' industry

[Chorus II]

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So please don't keep on asking
If theres something wrong
'cause you know damn well if I was fine
I would've never ever written this song

Static-Fear-Shot

Mad World - Gary Jules

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where
Going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world

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Fight or be Finished

hookers with machineguns

Reagan Youth- Degenerated

What's Johnny doin' out on Tuesday night?
When Johnny can't read and Johnny can't write
Johnny just don't understand
Johnny don't care about this world
As long as he can **** a girl
And prove that he's a man

Johnny wastes his days eatin' ludes
He's a teenage vegetable
Getting high proves that he's cool
Johnny hates to think, he's ignorant
He's a blind and brainwashed pig
Ring a bell, he starts to drool

Degenerated! Degenerated! And you minds have vegetated!
Degenerated! Degenerated! And your thoughts are constipated!

He's got P.C.P. in his veins
He's got a void in his brain
He's addicted to the T.V.
And when he's old, he's gonna have a son
They'll both grow old deaf and dumb
What's to become of young Johnny?

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nooky

how bout this?

How can we achieve anarchy if we don't know what it means?
Do we even want anarchy that illusionistic dream?
They say they see no reason for discontent
In this period of free enterprise, is evolution spent?
Say their progress is insallable, presented indisguised
Decisions made for all is their responsibility?
They forecast better ways to better days; onwards they seek progress no matter what it takes

From left to right to all the prats in the middle
From the judge to the preacher to the sinners and the cynical
From the Godley to the gullible to the vicious and viable
The globe turns slowly while the governed and ungovernable
Slay it out in the never ending search for righteousness, immaculate success
Their space to possess seems to be what makes their clock tick, but to us it ****ing stinks
When met with resistance, they stamp on it until it breaks
Their society remains secret and although we know their name
We are the pawns on the world's chessboard in one big multi-national game
There's still no end in sight but still we know we're right
We must somehow struggle on up while they go racing to the top
Then Whitehouse "V" the squat, a challenge I think not
Resist every move they make by fulfilling our own hearts
Not by backing off and dropping out, get in there for a start
If you're looking for some proof of this how much more proof do you need
When constantly and hopelessly we fail and they succeed

There's no compassion in here
My fingers keep curling into fists these days
No one smiles on the streets these days
And there's no compassion
Hit the wall a substitute for a face
You can look but you can't touch
You can see but you can't have
Keep crawling to the end of the week
And there's no compassion

Breath heavy to pretend it's fun
Raise the cover to protect your pride
Ignore the failure that you see in the glass
Paint the flesh to hide the scar
And there's no compassion

A million people died in the middle of your breakfast
A million people died in the middle of your favorite love song
A million people died in the middle of your racist joke
A million people died in the middle of your favorite TV programme
A million people died in the middle of your lovemaking
A million people died in the middle of your pop stars interview
A million people died in the middle of your video game
A million people died in the middle of your sexist
A million people died in the middle of your mass debating
A million people died in the middle of your politicians lying
A million people died in the middle of your silence
A million people died in the middle of your stocks and shares
A million people died in the middle of your royal variety performance
A million people died in the middle of your debutante's ball
A million people died in the middle of your day out at Ascot
A million people died in the middle of a Conflict gig!

Separation is complete. A mind to domesticate, condition, compete
Clinical birth control, the sterlised setting
Syringed into being, life is just beginning
Mask of the surgeon, eyes of the blind, rubber band caressing, welcome to mankind
The brain perceives the fear, tender beats the heart
Slapped into life programming starts
Wanted and needed
Wanted from birth to fit in the jigsaw puzzle
Trained don't strain against the muzzle
Force-fed, prostituted, brainwashed that's called learning
Blindfolded, prejudiced, an outcome predetermined
Needed to die and not question why
Follow in ignorance, a comfortable prison
Kept in the dark so they can be free. Spit in the eyes so you will never see

The kid aims the cap gun, points it at my cranium
I am supposed to put my hands up, but I don't want to die that way
Mentally or physically, para-psychologically, whose responsibility?

Is it to feed their profiteering tolerated as long as your mind is fearing?
Right where they want you beaten back into submission
Right where they want you in a missionary position
Needed to promote their glory of possession
To accept and be grateful yet ask no questions
To believe in love and their guiding hand
To obey in humility and never understand

I was feeling alright, yeah just me and the night; I was walking through a white tiled subway
I heard the sound of voices around the corner shouting
The sound of broken glass, no one was there
I looked at my reflection in the puddles in the street
It looked so messed up I just kept moving my feet
To the beat and rhythm of my heart, not much I know but I see it as a start
Because I'm counting the heads to see how many are left, the fingers of one hand stretching
And this feeling of apathy keeps coming quite suddenly - well if something's gonna come, when's it coming?

While you're jumping on the spot, all the freshness starts to rot
And another inspiration fades away. And still you sell your dignity
Still you sell your dignity time after time
And I wonder where lies your pride, does it wait in there inside?
Is it waiting for the moment when you let your heart speak?
Is it waiting for the moment when you act out your own beliefs?
Is it waiting for the moment when you drop your false act?
Is it waiting for the moment when you face the facts?
That you're pumping your life for someone else's ideas
That you're living your life under someone else's fear
That it's time to shift your vision, time to move your head
Get up out of submission. I'm counting heads, how many are left?

The fingers of one hand keep stretching. The fingers of both hands keep stretching
And all I see is "Rock 'n' Roll". All I hear is "Rock 'n' Roll"

I turn the pages of the book, and force my weary eyes to look
At the product of our modern world, at the product of our civilised world
And a child's face looks out at me, questioning why does this have to be?
And I can't find any answer, not that dead ears can hear - do I make myself clear?
It's been said that we must progress for humanity, but looking at the truth of that mockery
I wonder if our minds have progressed anywhere, and I wonder if there's any humanity there
The sightless eyes looking at me, questioning why does this have to be
And I can't find any answers not that dead ears can hear - do I make myself clear?

If you're an activist not while getting pissed,
if you're gonna do something make sure you don't miss
That's a dangerous game to play what use are you if you're banged up?
You can't beat them on the streets, so duck and dive a little, hide the fiddles
Play them at their own game, stay with them all the way
Know what and why they are doing things and create alternatives
Police are still snooping, awaiting the big nick
Like fishermen baiting the fish, tempting us to take the risk

This time, this time they've made the impossible.
The new aids infection from EMI the treatment to replace the old spermicide

ElephantSack

A throwback from my childhood is Offspring's "Smash". I know that I wouldn't even consider them a punk band anymore. But Smash was definitely their seminal album, and basically, it was all downhill from there. Particularly the course from the title track of the album:

I'm not a trendy as$hole.
Do what I want.
Do what I feel like.
I'm not a trendy as$hole.
Don't give a f@ck
if it's good enough for you,
'cuz I'm alive.

Basically the basic sentiment behind punk rock to begin with. The initial "**** this!" mentality that spawned the whole generation. Although it came from an album and a band that had nothing to do with the initial punk rock movement, it captured it in words that nobody else really did. I guess the Offspring really used up their credibility and fury in a couple of large shots, but to me, it was definitely worth it. You get a few of my buddies and me in a living room and put that record on after we've had a few, it's not long before were huddled in the middle of the floor, screaming the lyrics.

Another song from that album that captures the same "Do or die" attitude is the first track, "Nitro: Youth Energy".

We are the ones who are living under the gun everyday.
You might be gone before you know.

So live like there's tomorrow.
(Ain't gonna waste this life)
There's no tomorrow.
(You ain't gonna live it for me)
There's no tomorrow.
(Ain't gonna waste this life)
There's no tomorrow.
(You ain't gonna live it for me)
There's no tomorrow.

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OF THE SUN

Rocknroll_Animal

Extract from "Don't Die" by Richard Hell...

The air is cool today
The time is drawing near
My walls are white and so is
My brain afloat in self-made fear
A banal feeling of the sort
I ain't insane but
No fate... worse than
To never leave yourself and
It's as well the most repulsive pain

The air is cool today
That whistles through my ribs
My skull is full of sand that
Dribbles down upon my bib
I call out 'baby' but her
Face looks like a clock and
Tick tock... alive
Triumphant victims so
Surprised we can't recover from the shock

Me... I
Like a joke as much as
Anybody else, but
Some are rough...

Yeah... when the
Joke's on you, though you're the
Joker too, you've had enough

Then... when there is
No-one there, because there's
Nothing there, you call...
Your bluff

Richard Hell was always so much better at describing what I feel than I ever could... it's basically the awareness of yourself being a louse, and being shaped from a bit of a dodgy mould. It's really true - to never leave yourself is well and truly the most repulsive pain.

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