Come Wit It Now, Crowd, Give Me an "I" and Follow That Up Wit A Njustice :: martha, pack the bags | martha, grab the kids | we're rolling down the coast | because it's time--to call it quits [x2] | one day in dc | the statue came to life | and with his giant marble feet | lincoln stamped out injustice [x2] | goodbye--wave goodbye [MP3]
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The Day Everyone Ran Out to Buy American Flag Paraphernalia for Every Day of The Week :: september 12th | two thousand and one | went to purchase the new york times | it's not there and i remember | it's not there and then i remember | [chorus] is it sold out? or in ruins? [x2] | i don't know [MP3]
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Wrastlin is for Morons, Retards, and Stupid Bitches :: don't be a pussy | have no fear | let rob throw you[r ass] | through the flaming table | cut off that mohawk | toss out that jean jacket | and stop eating meat | mr. kyle hayden [MP3]
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Dan Fox Pierced His Scrotum Because He Loves the New Orleans Saints: Who Dat? :: 27 over 25 | in the last second | ricky martin/ricky williams | our hero/our savior [x2] | touchdown! [x100] | tonight is a night | to drink to and remember | or forget tomorrow | when we wake up with broadway joe | on the street or in his car [MP3]
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This is for Dave You Fired Dave I Always Liked Dave :: saturday afternoon | it could be mid-june | with the way i feel so | dazed right now | lying in the grass | with the smell of aftermath | seems now our day is done | out of money and no bullets for my gun | blah blah blah [eric's part accentuated by "oi--oi" then "oi, oi, oi"s at the ends.] [MP3]
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Ten O'Clock in the Morning :: 10 o'clock in the morning | i'm gonna fuck your ass | you don't see me coming | i'm gonna fuck your ass | you gonna like it | when i fuck your ass | [mosh part Act I] then i'm gonna read you a story | it's gonna be about a salesman | the vacuums that he sells | the tales that he tells | [mosh part Act II] then i'm gonna fuck your ass | at 10 o clock in the morning | why i gonna fuck your ass? | because you left me that note, it said | "at 10 o clock in the morning, | will you fuck my ass? | then tell me a story about a salesman. | right after you fuck my ass." [MP3]
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Stormseeker: My Source of Power, My Source of Identity :: we ride alone | this wasteland | our stomachs empty | our hearts heavy | our steeds are mighty | broadswords held aloft | stoicism never gets us paid | roll 1D10 | no mythril mail | can save you from my mystic short sword | passed on from the elves | to gladamir of ithelbert | go ahead and call your party | the lot of you | will die by the hands | of my orcish entourage | stormseeker
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I've Got a Fever, and the Only Prescription is More Cow Bell :: we're all healthy young men | but the doctors have their tests | they have their results | we must have their methods | andrew is twenty-four | seven years left 'til the rectal exam | bryan is twenty-one | ten years left he must cherish them | kirk must be twenty-three | his time is short
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Same Old Shit :: i'm not angry | i'm just pissed off! | fuck andy | he would've been | a better man | she would've known | a better man | can't find... | [mosh part, of course] same old shit (same old shit!) | same old shit (she's hot!) | [bridge] but, chuck | you're ok | skankin' it up... | [end mosh] and from every shire's end | of old metairie | to lakeview's bend | their echoed the clarion call | what's up nick!
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The Massive Hug Rules the Mosh Pit :: kicked in the shin | by the texas fashion skin | elephant man finger | bursting with pus | this is how we bump n grind [x3] | this is how we--dance! | microphone becomes | mangled | on mister drunkie's head | on his head! | the time has come | to put an end | to the football tyranny
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Soundman :: you try in vain to hold the chords in the PA | only to find them tangled and broken | but you're drunk | so it's OK | soundman! | you watch as we break all your beautiful microphones | is that why | you're so angry? | is that why | you can't run sound at funckfest, cosimo?
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I'm in Love With a Coffee & Company Girl :: five feet away | eight hours of the day | monday | through thursday | but you're always | always on my mind | and forever | forever in my heart | monique! [x3] | you know me all too well