1.Yanks Rebs
Dogfighting planes over west germany the red baron'll say that
you ain't his enemy somebody's hit they pulled the 'chute and
the jumped ship a prisoner of war now counting bricks i'm proud
to be(x3) an american one two three four(x2) yanks ＆
confederates fed up with this marched to the trenches in the
woods of gettysburg the canister and shells they fell like rain
marched onward to cold harbor seven thousand fell in half an
hour the one's that made it home never seemed the same
2.Not Enough
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
There's not enough, there's not enough
There's not enough crash every night in a different place
Daylight's doin' time birtha's just a ghetto slag cross the
state lines
Always on the road rollin' to the next dive
Always on the road tryin' to save our souls
A lot of these people on earth are props
Never gonna wake up like a pinball
You try to get through keep your style points
Always on the road rollin' to the next dive
Always on the road tryin' to save our souls
There's not enough souts, cops, crooks
There's not enough lawyers, doctors, goons
3.Madagascar
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
Two hundred loathsome cutthroats
Armed to the teeth
Hurling there grenades
As they get closer to the beach
We had cutlasses and blunderbusses
Off to get an island with the only money tree
Take it from the rich, bless the pirates
Jump the ship and torture them, the rich
A twenty-one gun salute and three loud cheers
Pirate rowed ashore for their fair bloody share
Town crowd shouted out, 'Viva le roi'
Twenty more cannons, thirty-four muskets
Headed out for treasure in the bourbon islands
Plunder take was gold, diamonds, silks and porcelains
Madagascar, we're comin for your barrels of rum
A wooden leg, I stand on by ye gallows we hung
4.Joe's Tune
I aint got no rhythm draggin me around i'm the white kinda color
on the wrong side of town and all the people down in brixton
town said hey white boy wont you lend me a pound aint got no
pund no dollor or quid don't pick my own pocket or even if i did
i got the same chances any black man do said hey white boy your
new job is cool well the black man got the rhythm and thw white
man got the law and i know one thing i've been workin for don't
care about the country go to rack and ruin whole world will
follow they'll be singin this tume whole world will follow
they'll be sinin joe's tune
5.Goin' Out
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
Get me a box of matches
Get me a load of pills
Need no key for yer city
No time for cheap thrills
This is what ya call action
Never got nothin' to do
She never wants to be seen hangin' with me
No way gonna lose
Goin' out tonight
Don't wanna sit around
Goin' out tonight, gonna burn this town
Yeah, we're gonna burn it down tonight
Don't you bother to call me
Yer the queen of recluse
I know I make your family sick
With the things that I do
This is what you call action
Never gonna keep me satisfied
I don't need your money
I ain't hitchin' a ride
Goin' out tonight
Don't wanna sit around
Goin' out tonight, gonna burn this town
Yeah, we're gonna burn it down tonight
Gimme some matches
'Cause this place is gonna burn
Light it up
Goin' out tonight
Don't wanna sit around
Goin' out tonight, gonna burn this town
Yeah, we're gonna burn it down tonight
6.Billy Club
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
Billy club wears a uniform, his dream job's to be a cop
His hero was G.I. Joe, loved to change his clothes
Boy Scout blues to screw banaroos to code of silence
Hand of the law has got control guilty of innocence
I'm a compund fracture from the north of ontario
I'm a no taught mannered product of my own
That dunce in the corner said wants to be a cop
Caught me smokin' in the toilet stall
Said I'll get you when I grow up Billy Club was on his beat
Noticed in my hand a drink remembers his childhood
Knows that he got me good Billy Club has got his gun it's out
Says to make a move I said,' Billy when you gonna
Get over something to prove？'
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