1. |
Mischief
03:04
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Mischief
Verse 1
My name is Mischief, and I just walked in-
to the house to party with my friends.
Shut your mouth and know your role;
I wear all black 'cause it suits my soul.
Chorus
Paint the town red. This is who I am;
This is what I do. This is what I do.
You're out of control. This is who I am;
This is what I do. This is what I do.
Verse 2
Transforming with one quick slot.
Here's to the night; are you in or not?
Don't let this smirk hide who I am.
I'm just a prankster of the damned.
Verse 3
You may not know my face or my name,
so I'm here tonight to spread my fame.
I'll keep drinking 'til I get a crowd.
I might burn down City Hall.
Verse 4
At the scene of this heinous crime,
the cops will find your brand new car.
Before the flames, now I'm gone,
and you'll take the blame
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2. |
308
03:08
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308- Explicit
Verse 1
Callin' all cars. All cars come in.
That bastard at Mayville, he’s callin' again
about a noise complaint down at 308.
These filthy motherfuckers gonna put them away.
Prechorus
And there’s gonna be beating...
And there's gonna be stitches...
There's gonna be bleeding
With these sons of bitches (Down at 308)
Chorus
Where the woman are fine
and the beer flows like wine...
(308)
Where the party is kickin',
but your liver's trippin'...
(308)
Where the beer comes cheap
and you don’t stop 'til your 20 deep:
down at 308.
Verse 2
Sitting by the wall, wall’s paper thin
Next to that house of liquor and sin
It’s never too late down at 308,
These filthy motherfuckers gonna put them away.
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3. |
No Ambition
02:57
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No Ambition
Verse 1
Hear a call, it's 4 p.m.
My boss say pulls me over and says, "Begin.
I'm told that you're unhappy here
Tell me why and pull up a chair."
It's a dead end job; you've been there 15 years
There's no direction; my check barely clears
The end result is mediocre at best
I wanna use my words, but I'd rather use my fists
Doesn't care if I starve or suffer
Goes in one ear, right out the other
Chorus
No ambition, what can I say?
You and I just don't think the same way
No ambition; it's just a job
You're always poor; I eat high off the hog
No ambition; you're a fool
You could live wealthy but you're doing rock and roll
No ambition; always with strife
why do anything when this job is my life?
Verse 2
Forty years later, hear that call again
Same boss, same position
"I hear that you're stuck here,
tell me why and pull up a chair"
You killed my dreams, you hauled my task
I was reaching for my goals, now I'm chained to a desk
Be loyal and obey
Doesn't get a thing that I say
Doesn't care if I starve or suffer
Goes in one ear, right out the other
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4. |
Tijuana Chronicles
03:55
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Tijuana Chronicles
Verse 1
There lies a town way down below
in the middle of Mexico
where the restless spirits and the weary bodies go
It's a place where the sun does shine—
but there ain't a single trace of the divine
as the empty souls and forgotten sinners know
Chorus 1
In Tijuana, better know what to do
or it'll spell the end of you
as the sunset streets let the foul temptations grow
Verse 2
In a bar known by fable alone—
it's a place that the most vile call home
as the tales of horror from all the locals go
Grab a seat Mamacita nearby—
when I catch a fleeting wink out of her eye
and legs so long my blood begins to flow
Chorus 2
In Tijuana, better know how to be
or it'll spell the end of me
as the hollow shouts from the living graveyards show
Verse 3
Bought a shot, now finishing five
That fire water's got me burning inside,
with a kick so hot my throat begins to glow
Signs of lust escape her lips
as she keeps seductively shaking her hips
Full of sweet nothings in a language I don't know
Chorus 3
In Tijuana, better know what to do
or it'll spell the end of you
as the sunset streets let the foul temptations grow
Bridge
So, there I am in the middle of Tijuana, a watering hole resigned to debauchery and damnation. I look to the bronze angel next to me, the kind of woman that mother always told to avoid. She stares back; she looks so deep in my core, buddy, I begin to shiver. As if on cue, the band in the corner plays that tune it always does.
As her hips sway back and forth, I reach into my pocket for a dollar bill. All I find is two dimes, a nickel, two quarters and a peso. I grab those coins in my hand, shake 'em up. She jumps up on the bar and's on me like a barracuda on bait. She runs her hands through my hair as I put those coins in my mouth, and she shimmies down lower, and lower, and lower, until our lips lock, and where those coins went, I'll never know.
Suddenly, her pimp barges through the door. With the stench and physique of an ox, comes over to me, throws me against the wall, punches me in the gut, spits in my face, bellows, "Gringo! That's my chica right there, and you're gonna pay for that sign of disrespect with your life!"
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5. |
Somebody Hit Somebody!
03:28
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Somebody Hit Somebody- Explicit
Intro
There I am, sweatin' tequila
in a beat up Mexican dive
All it's gonna take is one slurring insult
to bring this utter chaos to life
The bar is at attention, biting their tongues
afraid about what's going down
Eyeing everybody, don't wanna hit nobody,
but the losers have to buy the first round
Chorus
Somebody hit somebody! (x4)
Verse 1
Fight in Mexico, better head for the doors
Sheriff's outta commission doing coke on the floor
Bartender's got his glock, only aiming for heads
So, better keep moving or you'll end up dead
Eyes at attention, shake and shimmy the fists
Nobody ever told me leave would be like this
Pimps, drunks, hookers; company I keep
This little PA boy in those Mexican streets
Eyeing everybody, don't wanna hit nobody,
but the losers have to buy the first round
Verse 2
Hear the cries, harmony of the night
Darkest from within that shallows the white
Drunk off the violence, bloodlust in my eyes
Not leaving tonight until I win or I fry
Numbers starting to thin, bodies lining the floor
Sheriff's dead to rights, don't need his nightstick no more
Beating skulls into dust, spilling bodily wine
Gringo or not, that mamacita is mine!
Eyeing everybody, don't wanna hit nobody,
but the losers have to buy the first round
Bridge
You losers buy the first fucking round!
Eyeing everybody, don't wanna hit nobody,
but the losers have to buy the first round
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6. |
Don't Wear Yourself Thin
02:29
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Don't Wear Yourself Thin
Verse 1
Another shift, punch in punch out.
9 to 5's what you're all about.
Debts to pay; those bills await.
Life indentured y paper weight.
On the grind, waste your time.
Get in; get out. Just get by.
Live for Friday, two days unchained.
Then five more days of life in vain.
Chorus
Not worth the price
to always give in.
So, stand up for yourself:
don't wear yourself thin.
Wear yourself thin-
Don't wear yourself thin.
Wear yourself thin-
Don't wear yourself thin.
Verse 2
Another day, to much on your plate.
Check the clock, brain can't escape.
The flesh is strong; the mind is weak.
On the edge of your defeat.
Been at home, no end in sight.
No time to think; you've gotta fight
the weaker side of who you are.
Cover up your hidden scars.
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7. |
I Am Rock and Roll
03:09
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I am Rock and Roll
Verse 1
Nothing gets pushed but the same old tune day by day
Vulgar charade that the masses must obey
Repetitive scheme a way of life here to stay
Day in, day out compliance that makes you pay
Mainstream out lets never share your views
Gotta make a change, but it's up to you
Chorus
Gotta make a sound; gotta make a scene,
usher in this new regime.
All I know and all I'm told is
I'll never make a living off rock and roll
Gotta find a reason; gotta find a way
to undermine this corporate cliche
of who we are and how we're sold
We are rock and roll
Verse 2
Giving my soul out the effort feeds
Endles demand for my favor of needs
Giving my souls out to all or none,
not giving up for the lack of funds
Mainstream outlets never share your views
Gotta make a change but it's up to you
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8. |
Sex Owl
02:13
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Sex Owl- Explicit
Chorus
(Sex Owl)
He's stealin' my drink
(Sex Owl)
He's grabbin' his nuts
(Sex Owl)
He's killin' the keg
(Sex Owl)
Come on, lemme hear it again!
(Sex Owl)
(Sex Owl)
He's stealin' my drink
(Sex Owl)
He's grabbin' his nuts
(Sex Owl)
He's killin' the keg
(Sex Owl)
Come on, just don't give a fuck!
(Sex Owl)
Verse 1
Who's that beast; he's outta control
He parties til the break of dawn
Booze and meats on the neighborhood streets
He keeps the party rollin' on
Sinister grin up his sleeve
He's hanging with his friends
Jump naked in a kiddie pool
The madness never fuckin' ends
Verse 2
He loves his albino girl more than the world
He'll lick your face on a whim
Smash your head into a lamp
and you know he'll fucking do it again
Applesauce and pudding fights
He's watching midget porn
If you want a crazy fuck,
you've got to fucking man
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9. |
Punk Punch and Roll
03:14
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Punk Punch and Roll- Explicit
Verse 1
Punk rock
Rock and roll
Punk and roll baby
Good for a drink and it's good for a soul
Heads up
Turn down
Just cut the mic, I'll burn this place to the ground
Chorus
Tape your fists up tight; it's time to get ready
'cause this shit's about to get heavy
Punk rock, rock and roll
Going punch-for-punch til the end of the show
Keep your pimp hand strong, let the juice run free
'cause this shit right here is what you need
Punk punch and roll! (punk punch and roll!
Verse 2
Another drink
Getting loud
Another buzz, baby
Get your ass right in the crowd
Face first
Yelling back
Melt your face, man, is our first wave of attack
Verse 3
Punk rock
Rock and roll
Punk and roll baby
Good for a drink and it's good for our soul
Fuck this
More booze
Make your lyrics, man, I got nothing to lose
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10. |
Serve Dinner in Hell
02:44
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Serve Dinner in Hell- Explicit
Verse 1
Don't like the way that onion is lookin' at me
or the freaks down in aisle three
Full of creeps as far as I can see
and the guys next to me, the wanna burn this place (to the ground)
Got the girls speakin' in tongues
Talkin shit on her bastard son
An itchy finger on a loaded gun
and the chicks next to me, they wanna bow this place (to the sky)
Prechorus
Blood in the aisle
Corpse in the cooler
flesh in a cup
Shit on the floor
The only thing you hear through the speaker is, "Clean up on aisle four!"
Chorus
Come to the place of disgrace by the river Styx
(Gotta pay the toll)
Stay for the frills and chills off the neighborhood street
(Gonna swallow your soul)
Come to the place of disgrace where the hellspawn meet
(What the fuck is Dutch Loaf?)
Stay for the frills and chills and kills, the only thing I know:
It may shake my faith, but I know they serve dinner in Hell
Verse 2
Cerberus, he's cuttin' the meat
Got the ghouls herdin' carts in the street
Alastor, he's packin' some heat
and I think this place must have its own circle in hell
Call for Baal with his keys to the front
Moloch munching on some kids for lunch
Satan kills you if (you're) late on the punch
and I think I'm here to pay for all my sins
Bridge
Welcome to Hell, motherfucker!
It may shake my faith, but I know they serve dinner in Hell
What the fuck is Dutch Loaf?
What the fuck is Dutch Loaf?
What the fuck is Dutch Loaf?
What the fuck is Dutch Loaf?
I don't know!
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11. |
Cheap Cars, Fast Women
03:00
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Cheap Cars; Fast Women
Verse 1
I got a Buick Lesabre that’s pretty beat.
I’m gonna have some fun in that big back seat.
All these fine ladies make my car look slow,
so I have to peak your interest till the end of the show.
Got mismatched doors and no hub caps.
Gonna steam these windows up with one big blast.
They’re chugging beers and downing bombs;
These are not the girls you bring home to mom.
Prechorus
Once you get going there ain't no quittin'.
Can’t stop now, the adrenalines kickin'.
Taking your chances when you put yourself in 'em:
Cheap Cars, Fast Women.
Verse 2
It’s got a cracked up windshield and I can’t see.
It’s got milk crates for seats, my apologies.
I’m rolling pulp free in my beat up lemon.
It looks like shit, but it will take you to heaven.
The hood's dented up, but it goes to show:
these racy dames won’t say no.
Rolling down main street with disregard
to the status quo, 'cause I’m a rock star.
Bridge
I got Rhonda in my Honda,
Got Loretta in my Beretta,
Got Anne in my Astro Van,
I got Cleo in my Geo,
Had a threesome in my Neon,
Had a threesome
IN MY NEON.
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12. |
Hydroplane
04:00
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Hydroplane
Verse 1:
Lock me up; I can't wait
The ambition of time is to escape
Unending fear of what's to come
Sudden questions that I can't outgun
Prechorus 1:
Dealt 17
Should I hit or should I stay?
Either or
won't force my sentiment away
My life is frail
Pushed and pulled like grains of sand
Fate proclaimed
by gusts of wind and sleight of hand
Chorus:
Fear threw me in a hydroplane
No control, and there's no end in sight
Slip and we're catapulted through this hurricane
Save yourself, 'cause there's nothing I can do
Verse 2:
Overthink and dismiss
Ruminate how it might end like this
Can't sustain a thought aside from dread
when my heart is bursting every vein in my head
Prechorus 2:
Dealt 17
Should I stay or should I hit?
It doesn't matter, I'll
without a doubt lose all of it
My life is frail
Pushed and pulled like grains of sand
Fate proclaimed
by gusts of wind and sleight of hand
Drop:
Complacency
and lethargy
are cancer to
the future me
We can't convince
Indifference
into embrace
of what's passed since
Your perception
of what you've won
is tainted by
your deception
Actions set
remain regret
I'll not forgive
what you forget
Bridge
I'm holding onto everything
I can't maintain, there's no more time
Misgivings and uncertainty
trumped only by anxiety
Damned if I do, damned if I don't
I fear the worst; my hope is gone
'Cause I gazed down the path ahead
And stared into Medusa's eye
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13. |
Twisted Minds
04:12
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Twisted Minds
Verse 1
Look at these fallen lives you see today:
Lying in the gutter 'cause they lost their way.
Those inner demons, those dirty dealings,
those senseless acts, those useless reactions.
Prechorus
The impure feelings that you have inside,
the filthy needs that you can’t deny,
The hatred breeds from the pain you keep,
and you’re out of control like a dog in heat.
Chorus
Pacify to nullify.
Forget the animal that you were once inside.
Relief from the pain is too good to be true.
You poisoned the well that’s been saving you.
Justify homicide:
gunning down the hood rats that cross that line.
Poison in your body leads to your demise; you're
desensitized to twisted minds.
Verse 2
One more comrade has passed away;
traveled down the wrong path, you're never the same.
His inner pain, his sinister brain
Has made it so he cannot be contained.
Like a burned out bulb, like a shattered soul,
tried to ride the ferry, not pay the toll.
He’s selfishness and self resentment,
the broken ties are your life sentence.
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