So In Fuck With You U.S. Bombs

she's my partner we're on the take wanting to get cought for god sakes she's my best friend goes down with me she holds my hand even though i'm a freak i'm in fuck with you my love so in fuck with you

In & Out U.S. Bombs

downtown hangin around over and under in and out stanger now in a different town My babe so far away she at the top of the world im way down here way down under with the kangaroos right down im at the

Good Night U.S. Bombs

I'll be the last to understand While you were demoralized God damnit times still on your side A rolling stone no less the Dischords on the side Just add a star up in the sky With broken records broken

Don't Need You U.S. Bombs

> dont need you [4x] i dont get along with no one i cant stand it when you try to help im on the defense thats what wins as what the hell ya lookn at DONT NEED YOU heres the line so stay on yer side

The Contract U.S. Bombs

road there aint been a lick of sense the manager hides the lable sighsthrough booking agents and promoter ties The contracts runnin out tonight back to the laundromats tonight We know our place we're in

Die Alone U.S. Bombs

A queens jubilee, the kings gettin change And Malcomb gets arrrested for publicity So let it Rock and Let it sex The fetish in the Punk rock is left fo dead At each others throat they couldn't trust themselves

Don't Take It Back U.S. Bombs

I heard you're angry because there's a 'cause Don't you remember what you're fighting for?

Rumble Fishers U.S. Bombs

Guitar sounds, the drums splash Our bowl is hot like a sauna We've looked around the playgrounds It's sucker fish and Piranhas Stuck in a tank Lost in Space Tracks of the train going nowhere We must repeat

Yanks & Rebs U.S. Bombs

dogfighting planes over west germany the red baron'll say that you ain't his enemy somebody's hit they pulled the 'chute and the jumped ship a prisoner of war now counting bricks i'm proud to be(x3) an

Yer Country U.S. Bombs

In the country, it aint no tis of thee In the country, I'm proud to be ashamed The sham of 69 gear'd up for riots gainst police the country is rippin at the seams In the country, Woody Gunthrie took the

Bloody Rag U.S. Bombs

Tin soldiers fought for what we got and now it's lost Spirits of two hundred years gets laundrode in the wash The keepers of the key have lied to you They lied to me, millions died for a color'd cloth

Warstoryville U.S. Bombs

Here lies the dead outlaws who lived One of the gang made a deal with Pinkerton Jesse Told Frank I'm goin' out with a bang shot in the back As soon as he turned his head The Midwest wranglers of eighteen

Isolated Ones U.S. Bombs

Can't buy you Cadillac, a diamond ring There's no dough in the ghetto A nine to nine, got a barmy life And I broke all the windows, we are the isolated ones We're gonna run, run, run, get my loaded gun

Cirenda U.S. Bombs

blasphemy, I'll say the words Yesterday rotates the same old broken tape It false fide my pride to hate's a soul waste It's a shame on season, for truth to keep the lights on Scripts are going to change, so

Her & Me U.S. Bombs

and we recluse gave me a million dreams stripped me of everything sick to my guts im your eternally her and me makin out on the toilet seet blistered together on the city streets she and me dripping in

Skater Dater U.S. Bombs

Had a treasure map that said Park it over at the asylum Took a gander over the fence To an empty left hand kidney Round and big with a perfect hip pearl White smooth surface tile's So blue fat coping lips

New Approach U.S. Bombs

Woke up at the motor inn I was feeling sick Living on cottons everyday gutter hype with no veins I need a fix, I need a front I need a new approach, a new approach I'm boosting good at the record store

Beetle Boot U.S. Bombs

Mackn with Trish in the dark on the docks Turn the ambulance sirens up emergency Baby, I ain't one to wait I gonna get your britches off Any day now there gonna drop the bomb And were gonna be a bucket

Goin' Out U.S. Bombs

> get me a box of matches get me a load of pills need no key for yer city no time for cheap thrills this is what ya call action never got nothin' to do she never wants to be seen hangin' with me no

Art Kills U.S. Bombs

Kill I kill too much I killed you Now I made a fucking mess A mop and pail to clean the blood Kill I kill too much I killed you You made me snap I'm sorry corpse Spilled your guts with a hook You might

Lunch In A Sack U.S. Bombs

started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get hot Up steps George Jones We started clappin' And he started singin' A sweet little country song Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil Where have you

The World U.S. Bombs

meet world of oil and coal No water, no jobs Cost of dyin' keeps goin' up like everything else Forefathers didn't foresee that there would be Always less for kids They left us a ball of clay to play with

Shot Down U.S. Bombs

i bought a pistol and i'm gonna use it (one shot, two shot down) i got marshal law, it's in my hand (one shot, two shot down) two mother fuckers are gonna die you went behind my back for what was mine

Jaks U.S. Bombs

'cause id rather work on breakin my own bones with some style ya know Go 45 M.P.H Go down hill on a skate Theres a Code that ya better know and there's one style & its to skate We skate in packs our

That's Life U.S. Bombs

That's life, that's what I say, Shot up in April, strung out in may, But I know it won't, be too soon, When I'm back on, night train in June, I said that's life, as funny as it may seem, All of my

Youth Goes U.S. Bombs

> street survives a cocky kid suburban casualty care free young and dont fit in abbrasive around old sensitives targets himself cannon fodder remenates he slowly blows away walk thru it all and dont

Salute The Dead U.S. Bombs

There's an o.d. case in the pool There's a couple passed out on the stairs Watch your shoes, 'cause they'll steal you, blind you Ain't gonna find the winners here A dead mans weekend has got my name On

Billy Club U.S. Bombs

Scout blues to screw banaroos to code of silence Hand of the law has got control guilty of innocence I'm a compund fracture from the north of ontario I'm a no taught mannered product of my own That dunce in

Madagascar U.S. Bombs

Two hundred loathsome cutthroats Armed to the teeth Hurling there grenades As they get closer to the beach We had cutlasses and blunderbusses Off to get an island with the only money tree Take it from

Croatia Breaks U.S. Bombs

I live a third world life My people starve in poverty It's really nice to see a Band mean what they say I know your freedom's limited You've seen how it is for me Few that come through isn't often We just

Hobroken Dreams U.S. Bombs

Brought up as peasants at the bottom of the hill Hobroken's only view, a mountaintop rubber plant The factory whistle blows twice every day Smokestacks make the skies black So thick, I could hardly see

Checkpoint U.S. Bombs

What else can you do You bit more than you can chew The hand is feeding you Checkpoint, Charlie's coming soon Radar controls your moves Satellite, the baby food Human race will lose They're cloning me

Tora Tora Tora U.S. Bombs

they've put on a roof Analyze everything I say And take it wrong to boot Smash fashion, fascism Smash fashion, fascism Contradiction figure it out Criticism Maybe you're just coming through So

Nothin' On Us U.S. Bombs

Down the aisle my bride in black You were water and I was the tide at the bar I got in another fight I kissed the ground goodnight We stole plenty, we spent every penny Why not we're young and wrong

U.S. Of Hate U.S. Bombs

started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get hot Up steps George Jones We started clappin' And he started singin' A sweet little country song Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil Where have you

Bombs Not Food U.S. Bombs

Jumped of the staircase When the barkeep threw me out I had to pack my suitcase When they said to leave town I looked up at the sign that said Bombs are not allowed I went and made my own sign too Ya can't

Not Enough U.S. Bombs

There's not enough, there's not enough There's not enough crash every night in a different place Daylight's doin' time birtha's just a ghetto slag cross the state lines Always on the road rollin' to the

Joe's Tune U.S. Bombs

I aint got no rhythm draggin me around i'm the white kinda color on the wrong side of town and all the people down in brixton town said hey white boy wont you lend me a pound aint got no pund no dollor

Rocks In Memphis U.S. Bombs

I can't forget shit, I get from other bands I can't forget kickin' dope in a cargo van Memphis winter in a frigidare It gives me more character pissed out winds United Air crossed the Mississippi bridge

John Gotti U.S. Bombs

Bring in the mob! John Gotti John Gotti Bring in the mob!

New Killer U.S. Bombs

Quiet knocks on the front door Delivery eat the liver Pizzas for the stocking killer Feed it to the head in the freezer Ravaging inside the trash They're all on speed Place your bets the worms crawl in

Framed U.S. Bombs

evidence Lets get it straight a cover up is no accident Evidence isolates the patsy lone assassin Conquer and divide tactic is designed To refute The fingerprint man the planted witness Military truck in

Hand Me The Downs U.S. Bombs

now, now, now Lift me up to hand me the downs The night life here's the worst it's ever been Where's my jar of glue to put away my brains This old body's been through the mill My first memory was hate, so

Majestic Twelve U.S. Bombs

Establishment of a ruling class Is not to be discussed Those who formerly ruled Were given signals and commands A minute group of men And a few women Have a pact in common called The Majesty Twelve Rockefeller

The Wig Out U.S. Bombs

There's a brand new gig And it's called the wig Its not for your head Its not the jig Lossen up your pants And freak to the beat Take a slug of you beer And let it rip If ya had a hard day, then ya better

Roll Around U.S. Bombs

The UPS man just pulled up He dropped a package on the steps My ticket out is in that box Been waiting for a month I tore it up and ripped it out And slid on linoleum Unattached but I'm attached I roll

Orange Crunch U.S. Bombs

started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get hot Up steps George Jones We started clappin' And he started singin' A sweet little country song Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil Where have you

Outta Touch U.S. Bombs

started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get hot Up steps George Jones We started clappin' And he started singin' A sweet little country song Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil Where have you

No Company Town U.S. Bombs

started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get hot Up steps George Jones We started clappin' And he started singin' A sweet little country song Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil Where have you

The Gow U.S. Bombs

Kill me I need the rest Put me out of misery Whole jungle on my shoulders my back's gonna break I'm a slowe for the gow Slave labor to slave And drag around Needle's broken in the ditch of burned out veins