1.Rumble Beach
Songwriters：Martinez, Kerry; Wickersham, Jon; Peters, Duane
Thomas; Walston, Wade; Hanna, Chip
in the daytimes when we go to sleep cuz in the night were gonna
hit the streets at 10 oclock goin out to the docks north beach
is where were gonna meet war were gonna make a pact war no goin
back war were all self castaways war and were gonna get away ya
where gonna hit the street we cant wait for rumble beach molotov
cocktails bombs away we cant wait for rumble beach war 9 oclock
when my boots go on war steel knuckles and my wraparounds war
theyre all lazy rockers war and were all out of bounds on the
balconies and down to the beach theryre drivin their cars up and
down the streets look at the skirts they aint got no shirts and
if we want em gotta kill em first its all bout you
2.Retreads
They auctioned off our youth and it never sold i remember when
you were young and acting like an adult ya contract that gave ya
nill morals never filld so ya turned away started doin
everything yer told one track retreads doin it all over again
habitual device promise a lie on track retreads again hey kid i
hear yer gonna be soldier in the troops sounds like a good
career ya got your neck ina noose remember vietnam an economic
front the poor at war makes money for the suits a filled up open
minded club was capacity everubodys snortin coke and doin xtc
the cows they stood in line for hours to get inside a disco rave
to freak on a drum machine
3.No Love
Shes got 15 personalities a glass eyeball and a problem brain
livin out of town in a six foor ditch tries to hit herself but
she always seems to miss ladybug i don't believe in love you're
lost in the skies above daisies and a picket fence？ i don't want
yer love all of her clothes are the paper doll ya want to grow
up in a fairy tale yer papa was a maggot and yer borther is a
dirty faggot everyday the tragadies they never fail i don't have
anything that you could ever want born downtown in a homeless
onterourge brain hal empty as a basement ya know i'm inept i
can't give you what i don't already have
4.Monsters
Was a day when this place had company the place stays the same
the people change everybodys rich everybodys broke no middle of
a class no in betweens i look a wreck talkin outta my neck i
hate reality conservatives abusiveness and violence run in my
veins tornado takes it's toll we go down the drain were the
dirty wretched ugliest always on the gateway we have no shame i
look a wreck talkin outta my neck i hate reality conservatives
we wanna reap monsters we are the monsters monsters we gotta get
out
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