1.Yer Country
Lyricist：John Hanna, Christopher Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Lessie
Walston
In the country, it aint no tis of thee
In the country, I'm proud to be ashamed
The sham of 69 geared up for riots against police
The country is rippin' at the seams
In the country, Woody Gunthrie took the lumps
In the country, just a suitcase and a thumb
Well, if ya practice what ya preach
I heard it makes ya smile
The country boys are frowning all the while
Barbed wire bop, bomb shelters in the backyards
Roller skating at the hop, rebel, rebel rock
Peace and love was funny understandings just a crock
Rebel, rebel rock, rebel, rebel rock
Young rebel, rebel rock, young rebel
(Yer country)
It won't stop fucking me
(Yer country)
Will crush you with its feet
Country croning and moaning with a hymn
The country of regulations never fuckin' bend
The barbed wire bop, bomb shelters in the backyards
Roller skating at the hop, rebel, rebel rock
Peace and love was funny understandings just a crock
2.Rumble Fishers
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
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, repeat after me
We're in a tank going know where
This is a stage poke me with a stick
Kick me 'til I'm dead at least verbally
Yer the enemy, yer just in between
A living mistake Identity
The tank we swim in gets smaller
And smaller!
A school of sharks
All about the dollar size in you up
Size in you out!
It's dirty pool, a School No rules
We're comin' up, let's get 'em out, we're breaking out
From all the fools and threw the ranks
3.Cirenda
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
We're all still on this earth because we all still have to learn
To love and heal each other, 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 far I see oncoming trains
A ball of wax, a can of worms, we all point out dogs resavoir
I'm puttin' down my weapon now, I'm puttin' down the gun
History repeats itself, surrender took so long
As my mind discards itself, the pieces left alone
I cannot redeem it all, its still some other day
Planet life is far too short to let you bother me
It's in the drink, it's in the shame
I won't remain, I won't remain
The flag is up, don't bring it down
I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be
I'm breakin' free, I'm gonna be
4.Wig Out
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
There's a brand new gig
And it's called the wig
It's not for your head, it's not the jig
Loosen 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 start wiggin' out
Ya don't have to count and it don't take a talent scout
Ya don't have to measure up
You don't need a coin for the cup
Just go for it , let it rip, wig out! Exit
Nobody cares if you wanna flip
If everyone stares there just jealous
If yer home alone put your pajamas on
Turn the music up and let the neighbors wig
If you hit someone you don't have to fight
The cops will bring yer own spot light
No tough guys need to prove
You had a dog day afternoon
Just blow off and wig on out!
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