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Kill The Radio
01:47
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Kill The Radio (and Red's Sucks)
We're gonna kill, kill, kill, kill the radio
That's right!
We're Chick Maggot
We're gonna rock the knob right off
Megatunes might not like it
But they can *fuck* right off
It's just habit
It's the stupid industry
As a super-serious political band
What can we do?
Holy shit, this song's hardcore!
Holy shit!
We don't know what the fuck we're doing
Gonna get our asses kicked
And just one more thing
To all these bands that come through town
What the fuck?
Don't you know Red's sucks?
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2. |
Be My MJ Watson
02:22
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Be My MJ Watson
I've got dye in my hair
And fire in my soul
With a hole in my heart
I think I'm turning emo
Now I know in my mind
That we can never be
But when I look into my heart
It's all I see
Because I can't stay mad at you
Oh no, I haven't walked one step in your shoes
So I still want you to be
Be My MJ Watson
When you realise who you're fantasizing about
That's me
I still want you to be
Be My MJ Watson
I'll be your Peter Parker
Pulling a Peter Pan for you
You and me should go have lunch
At Panda Garden
We won't even eat the chicken
'Cause the Vandals say "no!"
Holding handses down the Avenue
But soon we gotta go
'Cause you're a superstar by night
And I'm a superhero
No I can't stay mad at you
Do you wanna kill the radio too?
'Cause I still want you to be
Be My MJ Watson
When you realise who you're fantasizing about
That's me
I still want you to be
Be My MJ Watson
I'll be your Peter Parker
Pulling a Peter Pan for you
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3. |
Dumb Drunk Skank
02:04
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Dumb Drunk Skank
She's a dumb drunk skank! (dumb drunk skank!)
Dumb drunk skank! (dumb drunk skank!)
She makes me glad that I found you
We were driving home from bowling
Down the Avenue
The night is young
And we're so hungry
Need some food
Got our sweet greasy poison
Back on our way
What a kickass start
To the greatest long weekend ever!
But then just look around
And then came the slimy white limo
Out pops her head
Done up to the 9s
She thinks she's fine
But she's a dumb drunk skank! (dumb drunk skank!)
And her hairspray stank! (dumb drunk skank!)
She's a crusty bang she looks like poo
A stupid ho (stupid ho)
Falling on da flo' (stupid ho)
Oh I'm so lucky I found you
I guess the truth of the world
Can't be seen from behind tinted windows
Just graduations, pub-crawls and all that shit
Who's that girl who thinks that she's "da bomb"
Oh shit, turns out that it's your mom!
And worst of all
She's yelling "holla"
But then just look around
Then came the slimy white limo
Out pops her head
Done up to the 9s
She thinks she's fine
But she's a dumb drunk skank (dumb drunk skank!)
And he's a dumb drunk skank (dumb drunk skank!)
They makes me glad that I found you!
Dumb drunk skanks! (dumb drunk skank!)
Too many dumb drunk skanks! (dumb drunk skank!)
They make me glad that I found you
Oh how I wish you found me too...
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Mall Night Clubs Suck
Spent a night at The Joint: Rock Room
I never thought of how much I'd miss you
It was alright, but kinda dumb
Something's missing; it was just no fun
'Cause there's rock, and then there's punk rock
There are girls and then there's you
The best in both worlds, above and beyond
Mall night clubs suck. Yes, it's true
Another night at Nashville's hick room
I was sure of how much I'd miss you
It was shit, but...just shit
Wanna go home and hear some Chixdiggit
Mall night clubs suck
Mall night clubs suck
Mall night clubs suck, suck
They suck, suckity suck
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You Can't Spell "Standard" Without "S.T.D."
Friday night
It's been a really long week
It's been a really long week, yeah
Gotta go out, get sloshed
Forget about the world
It's quite a plight
You gotta spend that green
You gotta spend that green, yeah
Gotta pay support
To the distraction industry
Where do you go
When you're a trendy-ass, chachi, young capitalist in this world?
The same shitty music
To bring in the slutty whores
You hit Rum 'cause you're dumb
Cowboys is for scum
Escape to Escape
You damn, dirty ape
Esmeralda blows
And if you sink so low
Remember these words, please:
You can't spell "Standard" without "S.T.D."
Stupid shit
You're hanging out at The Standard
Out at The Standard
Gotta find some chooch real quick
Time is running short
Use your wits
And with any luck, yeah
With any luck, yeah
You'll go get crabs and Hep C
Maybe Gonorrhea too
Where do you go
When you're a trendy-ass, chachi, young capitalist in this world?
The same shitty music
To bring in the slutty whores
You hit Rum 'cause you're dumb
Cowboys is for scum
Escape to Escape
You damn, dirty ape
Esmeralda blows
And if you sink so low
Remember these words, please:
You can't spell "Standard" without "S.T.D."
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6. |
Go Eats a Bag of Hell
01:56
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Go Eats a Bag of Hell (Hello, World)
Hello, world
It's a brand new day, make you shout "oy vey!"
We're gonna get unstuck today
Hello, world
Things are looking swell, but what's that smell?
Tell them to go eats a bag of hell
Go eats a bag of hell (eats a bag of hell)
Go eats a bag of hell (eats a bag of hell)
Go eats a bag of hell
Hello, world
Things will be OK, Brother Voodoo's gay
Let's free the music today
Hello, world
Treat each other well, it's a real hard sell
Tell them to go eats a bag of hell
We wanna kill all the lies, greed and fear
And we wanna see Uncle Outrage at The Winspear
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7. |
Our Favorite Crazy Gal
01:40
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Our Favourite Crazy Gal
Well I still think about you every day
It's sad but kinda nice
Just hoping that you'll find your way
To see me once or twice
I know right now you're needed
So you can't think of your self
Just please don't die for someone else
I know you're needed
And that feels great
But you know you could be *wanted* here
I think it's not too late
I'm so conceited
And such a turd
Thinking that these songs
Are gonna change the world
I know you're needed right now
You gotta take care of our favourite crazy gal
'Cause even when she's being a cow
We both still care about her somehow
Do you still think about me every time
You're playing your guitar?
Is it just like when I bust a rhyme
You don't seem very far?
You're so cool you make me drool
Just can't get you outta my head
Just like the vultures, vultures when I'm dead
I know you're walking on, walking on
Broken glass
And every time I try to reach you
You want to kick my ass
But I'm just here for you
That's all I wanna be
So scream at me 'til my ears bleed
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Hey Hey Blah Blah Goddamn Life
All I want from this goddamn life
Is a house, a guitar and the basic right
To scream "fuck the world" to my heart's delight
Try to make a change don't give up the fight
Hey hey!
Blah blah blah blah!
Hey hey hey hey!
Blah blah blah blah!
Why can't you be with me in this life?
All I want any goddamn day
Is a few good friends and a pocket of change
And I like to steal Knucklehead's lyrics, OK?
I don't really care if you think that's lame
Hey hey!
Blah blah blah blah!
Hey hey hey hey!
Blah blah blah blah!
Why can't you be with me in this life?
All I want in this goddamn life
Is trip in a roadster to some place nice
With a girl like you sitting by my side
And a cooler full of sandwiches and lots of ice
Hey hey!
Blah blah blah blah!
Hey hey hey hey!
Blah blah blah blah!
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9. |
We Won't Be Bought Out
01:24
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We Won't Be Bought Out
Well it's been said too many times before
The problem is the gap between the rich and poor
We'll take a stand and hope that you'll take heed
To save the yuppies and kill the corporate greed
Free the music
Free the stupid world!
They shop at the Gap
But we won't be bought out
They want it all
But we won't be bought out
They think they got the life
But we won't be bought out
They're living a lie for their wallet size
But we won't be bought out
We'll play this clichéd song to try to change the world
No one will hear it, but we won't be ignored
It's stupid crap, but now it's almost done
So listen up and try to have some fun
Free the music
Free the stupid world!
They shop at the Gap
But we won't be bought out
They want it all
But we won't be bought out
They think they got the life
But we won't be bought out
They're living a lie for their wallet size
But we won't be bought out
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We're a Bunch of Fuckin' Idiots
We're a bunch of fuckin' idiots
You're a fuckin' idiot too
We all know what you're going through
So I can't figure out why
You're alone on this one
We're a bunch of fuckin' idiots
You've had some bright ideas
We all know what you're going through
So I can't figure out why
You're alone on this one
You're alone on this one
and we're a bunch of fuckin' idiots
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Tell the Capitalists to Fuck Off
Matt's old band got an AFA grant
An Alberta grant, then they packed up the van
Off to BC with a brand new name
Off to BC to find fortune and fame
Have we let them plant
The seeds of greed in our hearts today?
(Exploited workers turned me-firsters)
They grew up and away
Now it's just us kids in the skids
We tell the capitalists to fuck off
Jamie's old band got a couple new guys
New name, new image and their eyes on the prize
Nate stayed put when they moved to the coast
Don't tell the label about him or the contract is toast
Ted's old band had a contract at hand
A contract at hand then Ted left the band
Eventually...after 6 months...
We tell Careworn to fuck off
We tell The Casanova Playboys to fuck off
We tell One World Entertainment to fuck off
We tell the capitalists to fuck off
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12. |
Let's Change The World
01:41
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Let's Change the World!
Let's change the world
Let's change the world
Let's change the world
Let's change the wooooorrrrrrllllld!
The last time I saw you, we were smiling
But I was dying
To know if you wanted to help set the music free
I'm not emo; no crying
But were you drying yur eyes
For one last clear look at me?
We made fun of The Casanova Playboys together
We talked about the sad state of the world
And we still smiled talkin' 'bout the weather
All I've got now is memories
Have I bit the bag of hell?
Will our lives run parallel?
All I've got now is memories
I'll just try to make you proud
By being really loud
Let's change the world
Let's change the world
Let's change the world
Let's change the wooooorrrrrrllllld!
Let's change the world
I'm really trying
Let's get this flying
Revolution begins now
You take 'em low, I'll take 'em high and
We won't be buyin'
Into the lies they try to sell
And maybe in fifteen-hundred years
You and I will meet again
We'll laugh about the world we helped create, yeah
No more greed and no more fear
Our true love and no more pain
Was it luck or was it fate, yeah?
We'll make fun of The Casanova Playboys together
We'll talk about the RAD state of the world
And we'll sure smile talkin' 'bout the weather
All I've got now is memories
Have I bit the bag of hell?
Will our lives run parallel?
All I've got now is memories
I'll just try to make you proud
By being really loud
Let's change the world
Let's change the world
Let's change the world
Let's change the wooooorrrrrrllllld!
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Let's Make Fun of Chick Maggot
You're like the only punk in penhold
And you wanna be an anarchist
You say you like the simple music
So you're listening to crap like this
You tell us we don't suck much
But behind our backs you can't resist
You're singing let's make fun of Chick Maggot
We're trying to free the music
We hope you don't get too pissed
Grundo's a dark and scary place
So Teddy Ruxpin is so hardcore
Roy's got delusions of grandeur
And he's such a fuckin' media whore
Scott "Tommy Kendall Jr"
Really fuckin' cool
Tweenage heart-throb!
Let's make fun of Chick Maggot
We're trying to free the music
And we wanna kill the radio
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