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WE WILL PLAY A REUNION SHOW FOR 1,000 DOLLARS, VEGAN BUFFET AND A ROOM FULL OF MIRRORS!.
READ THESE LYRICS AND SHUT UP
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OH FUCK, IT'S KNUCKLE PUCK!
It's knuckle puck, comin' back around.
We'll own your scene when we invade your town.
You can't stop us, nobody can.
We're ruling with an X-ed up iron hand.
We're in charge, we're on top.
Comin' full force we can't be stopped.
Think you can stop us? Give it a go.
We'll rock your ass and rule this fuckin' show!!!
"It's not O.K. to drink"
You stumble around like a special needs child.
But you just call it being young and wild.
Not in my book. That's not what I think.
If you ask me, it's not o.k. to drink.
You're falling down and slurring your speech.
Tonight the drinks are on me. Chug this bottle of bleach.
I'll smash in your skull with that fucking keg.
Use it to break both of your legs.
So now how's the party? Are you having fun?
Since you're all fucking dead, I guess my work here is done.
"Scene slutz, go nutz"
You're using makeup and hair dye to cover A.I.D.S. lesions
You're not wanted around, and here are the reasons...
You're dirty, you're ugly, you look like a whore.
We don't want you in here. There's the fuckin' door.
You've fucked tons of bands. Fifty or more.
Your picture's in Webster's next to the word whore.
Skeezers, hoes, skanks and slutz,
This is your song so go fuckin' nutz.
You could mosh with your herpes, chlamydia, and the clap.
But you don't dance at shows so go back to the gap.
Dyed hair, studded belts, sauconys to match.
Too bad you're not hot if you have crabs to scratch.
"One for the bros."
You werent there again, you have another excuse.
If you wont fight for your friends then what is the use?
You say that you care but you dont give a shit.
You dont rush to their side if a friend's getting hit.
Instead you sit back and dont even try.
Your hand was stuck in your pocket? Thats a shitty lie.
You put up a front like you really do care.
Another friend on the ground and you werent there.
Funny. We were all there by his side.
But where were you? Another shoelace untied?
Put on your dancing shoes, you're going in.
Here comes a breakdown on the smallest violin.
If you won't fight for us then it's time that you learn,
That the title of friendship is something you fucking earn.
"Step it up"
This isn't a trend. We're not strife.
The X on my hand is there for life.
It isn't a fashion. It isn't a game.
Not down for life? Don't fucking claim.
Step it up like knuckle puck dont loose sight,
Like everyone except for wrench in ten yard fight.
They sold us out and turned away we stayed the same.
Too bad theres like one edge guy left in bane.
They think theyre so much better but we dont care
The X that's on our hands aint' goin anywhere!
Youth of today turned away, I'm sorry to say.
Gorilla Biscuits didn't stick with it all the way.
The antimythrythmrockshocker turned his back.
I guess rage against the machine doesn't rage against crack.
