1.Checkpoint
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
What else can you do
You bit more than you can chew
The hand is feeding you
Checkpoint, Charlie's coming soon
Radar controls your moves
Satellite, the baby food
Human race will lose
They're cloning me and you
Cleanliness is next to deadliness
How low can we go
This is not a test, no, we got no map
â~Cause we're on our own taking our place in laptop
World catchers goin' rye
Bar tab cut and dry
We will not eat tonight
No choices for your own life
A pirate's life for me
We have to reap and rape
We get no minimum wage
We take as much as we can take
Hey, hey, hey, made a mistake
Turn back the page to the last century
2.U. S Hate
Songwriters：Briggs, Chuck; Hanna, Chip; Martinez, Kerry; Peters,
Duane Thomas; Walston, Wade
3.Outta Touch
Lyricist：Chuck Briggs, Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas
Peters, Wade Walston
Give me a dirty job, I'm defected
Give me a new disease so infected
All the smog I need the city air is green
And all I wanna be is out of it outta touch
I don't listen outta touch, I don't care outta touch
I pissed it away outta touch, I'm out of hand
Don't wanna work for the man, hey
And I'm don't with the corner man hey
I'm on a boat alone with no river to go
And no one knows 'cuz the raft is gone
I'm out of it and I don't care out of touch I'm out of hand
4.Bombs Not Food
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
Jumped of the staircase
When the barkeep threw me out
I had to pack my suitcase
When they said to leave town
I looked up at the sign that said
Bombs are not allowed
I went and made my own sign too
Ya can't shove me around
Bombs not food
Baggage claim department's overloaded
Once again someone tried to hug me
For the soft spot in my back
And all the clubs are closing down
Undercover and underground
All the pimps they're in pink
Economy is down generation
Kennedy, the mother ship is on the way
The world is running
From the push of a button
Mass destruction of a world war weapon
The country is fat enough
Bombs not food
5.Don't Take It Back
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
I heard you're angry because there's a 'cause
Don't you remember what you're fighting for？
They're gonna take you to bed
They're gonna give you one for free
The side is lookin' good and they wanna turn you on
Turn you on, try not to take a walk
With all the other weeds just across the railroad track
Wino country, they're all giving up, we've gotta move on
What about you？ I gave my word, it's in the blood
Don't take it back, don't take it back, back in
You let it smash till there's nothing left
You're just an adjective, don't take it, back, back in
Don't take it back, don't take it back
Don't take it back, don't take it back
6.New Approach
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
Woke up at the motor inn I was feeling sick
Living on cottons everyday gutter hype with no veins
I need a fix, I need a front
I need a new approach, a new approach
I'm boosting good at the record store
A carton of smokes stolen credit cards
The hustle weighs a ton the daily tolls
Too much everything is hurry up and wait
Everything I get goes to the man
My life gets wasted in a bag
Had to cop on the street this alley's hot saw
The goons made the switch, here comes the squad
Started chasing us we kept on running
We never really got away, we kept on running
We never really got away
You never get away
7.Rocks In Memphis
Lyricist：Chuck Briggs, Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas
Peters, Wade Walston
I can't forget shit, I get from other bands
I can't forget kickin' dope in a cargo van
Memphis winter in a frigidare
It gives me more character pissed out winds
United Air crossed the Mississippi bridge
Porcelain death, rock and roll decayed
Porcelain death, a royal flush away we rolled away
T.C.B, I grabbed myself and blew to Lisa
Lisa Marie pulled up broke to every gig
That's the sign of success, haggle out at every thrift
Just to get a sewing kit , I know the kings lookin' down at me
'Cause now it's raining hamburger grease
Closed my eyes and hit my knees
In front of the wall of the wall of graffiti
The king's fuckin' dead fat man on a throne
Dead in his piss that's how I'm gonna go
The kinds is dead and punk rock lives
Seventy seven is the year of the wreck
T.C.B, I took care of business
And blew to Lisa Marie RnR is dead
8.Isolated Ones
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
Can't buy you Cadillac, a diamond ring
There's no dough in the ghetto
A nine to nine, got a barmy life
And I broke all the windows, we are the isolated ones
We're gonna run, run, run, get my loaded gun
Bel Air mannequin's too good for me
It walked by as if I was a bum kicking
My can across the dirty street to my mansion
At the dump we're your minority
In the city financial district we ain't blessed
I just seen a suit jump off a building
I guess the stocks in the market crashed
The solid waste here bulks in plenty of thieves
And plenty of greed, nothing to eat but a can of beans
And I'm stuck with l.S.E. projects road rage
Car jacks looting shoulders of the world
A no life gang fight parasite, shooting shoulders of the world
9.No Company Town
Lyricist：Chuck Briggs, Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas
Peters, Wade Walston
Born in the middle of a useless generation
We never gave a fuck about the suicide nation
Loaded does lockers at the Antichrist station
The kids are getting ready for death and starvation
It's all about now in my present situation
I don't wanna go past my fourth grade education
All these mixed emotions and boring complication
I'm just an unfinished product of the teenage generation
Don't need no company, need no authority
Don't need ya hangin' about this is my no company town
Don't let 'em starve
10.Rubber Room
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
Yer goin' to the rave, yer goin' to the rave
Ya wanna get laid, gonna paint yer face
Goin' to the disco, goin' to the disco
Man with the camel toe dancin' to the techno
Goin' to the rock show, goin' to the rock show
There hose 'n off the pigs the devils in the back row
I'm a little mental, I'm a little mental
I'm a gonna pogo through the glass window
The fog machine and the ecstasy in your mouth
It ain't sexy, it's just fuckin' foul
Lobotomies and all the loonies
Come on, lets get 'em now
We gotta storm this mental ward
Walk with our heads held proud
Zombies don't and dead men walk, standing all around
Nobody feels they've got no pulse
We dance at the speed of sound
Get off your asses get off the mattress now
Go on back to the rubber room proud
Ya gotta get back to the rubber room
11.Hand Me The Downs
Lyricist：Chuck Briggs, Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas
Peters, Wade Walston
Too much pressure, gonna self explode
The baggage keeps on pilin' up
My future dangles from the end of a rope
No coat tails to sew on my coat
This is just a fame, it's just a game
Good God above take me out now, now
Somebody help me now, now, now
Lift me up to hand me the downs
The night life here's the worst it's ever been
Where's my jar of glue to put away my brains
This old body's been through the mill
My first memory was hate, so take the blame
12.'76ixties
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
Me and my bike go everywhere together
Just the same way evil did
Me and my bike take pink slips
All around the neighborhood
Me and my anti-biker cycle
We're cruisin' around
We're downtown cruisin' greasy haired
And loud me and mine go fast through the traffic
Doesn't take a whole lotta gas
Mine and me take piles to the drive in
When we win always makin' out at the pass
'76ixties, '76ixties, '76ixties, '76ixties
Midnight, we're gonna bet the farm
Ten of us gonna go for broke
We lined 'em up then we took off first again
I got the trophy-chick
13.Skater Dater
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
Had a treasure map that said
Park it over at the asylum
Took a gander over the fence
To an empty left hand kidney
Round and big with a perfect hip pearl
White smooth surface tile's
So blue fat coping lips
Grabbed our boards and we dropped in
We're carvin', we're grindin'
Skater dater
We're flyin', we're slidin'
Skater dater
Boards flew over the fence
Empty the pool and they will come
All of the greats from the past
Showed for one last session
We're carvin', we're grindin'
Skater dater
We're flyin', we're slidin'
Skater dater
Sweepers and laybacks
Indie airs and fast plants
The session of sessions
Skater dater
Here come all of the dogtowners
Make way for the badlanders
Boys from the South Bay of Orange County
Over the death box
Everyone blazed here comes to bulky
And jay strople salba blackheart
Malba Phillips pineapple gater
The worm six shooter Kiwi Waldo
To wally someone call me a cab
14.Die Alone
Lyricist：Kerry Martinez, Duane Peters
Walked all around through London Town
Hung awhile on Carnaby
What happened to the Soho
What happened to Kings Road
A revolution blitz
Completely smashed to bits
Of kids, what about the future
I thought that there was none
Die alone
A queens jubilee, the kings getting' change
And Malcomb gets arrested for publicity
So let it rock and let it sex
The fetish in the punk rock is left fo' dead
At each others throat they couldn't trust themselves
No ones taking notes, tell it like it was
Someone takes a stab and no one makes a stand
Living in the flaws of an imperfect world
A fight for freedom, freedom lost
We die alone, remember the cause
We die alone, so die with a cause
We die alone, a calling of the punks
We die alone because I still trust no one
15.Warstoryville
Lyricist：Chuck Briggs, Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas
Peters, Wade Walston
Here lies the dead outlaws who lived
One of the gang made a deal with Pinkerton Jesse
Told Frank I'm goin' out with a bang shot in the back
As soon as he turned his head
The Midwest wranglers of eighteen seventy-six
Show down in front of saloons with Billy the kid
We gotta go rob a train and we're takin' down all the bank
Will have money tonight sit by the fire tellin'
Whiskey fibs sippin' off a still in Warstoryville
Flip the coin will ya live or will ya kill？
Sippin' off a still in Warstoryville
The glory in the stories of the west
50 men died last night in a bar room brawl
A bordello wench got drunk and caused it
All the Indians had their way, war paint on their face
A cowboy crawled and put the chief away
16.Lunch In A Sack
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
Crash, rats in a trap
Hyper me back, won't let me crash
Clean off your TV screens
Wipe the film nobody see's
Eyeball that phoney smirk
'Cause we've got to ring it out
Crash, I'm gonna crash
So tell me kid to much is not enough
Get 'em off the rack
Rocket sex and drugs to roll
It's sterilized ya got fads to mold
Panelized a wild animal
Hey, it's just like they said
No money for the mind game
A vice that grip still we're outta the way
Dissect all those rejects, go ahead
And burn 'em all in the cage, crash
I'm judgin' you and you're judgin' me
Underneath it's all gone, separates the cause won't die
Till we turn in our graves, the trap is set
You're gonna eat the seeds
Crash, a fuckin' trap
Hyper me back to the resource back to the crap
17.U.S. Of Hate
Lyricist：Chuck Briggs, Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas
Peters, Wade Walston
No phones in Tokyo for callin' London
A famous dame in Spain said Canada's for cunts
I cant go to Mexico, I've played that game
A rose, a Rita, jails and my 'tis of thee
Everybody loves to hate us Americans
Yet you wanna be a commie, a citizen
Good luck in Italy, good luck in Iran
If i only had a brain, I'd go to Amsterdam
When ya get into a scrape with other countries
You'll be kissin' ass again, kiss this
I don't like Disneyland
I can't stand Uncle Sam
I don't believe in the Klan
I cant believe in statues made from France
Kissin' ass to Americans
Suckin' on the U.S.A.
Broken glass and smokin' crack
Livin' in the U.S.Hate
18.Hobroken Dreams
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
Brought up as peasants at the bottom of the hill
Hobroken's only view, a mountaintop rubber plant
The factory whistle blows twice every day
Smokestacks make the skies black
So thick, I could hardly see
I ain't gonna waste away for the price of steady pay
Townsfolk look like zombies, gotta break away
Got no welcome mats, you leave, no coming back
Wasn't the first to take the same old crap
This town no one leaves, this town no, no one sleeps
So uptight, no one breathes, this town ain't for me
Don't give me no lip 'cause I quit the hometown
If that's all there is, keep it for yourself
I've had a lot of steady jobs, I've had enough
Another day's too much, gonna pack it up
I'm city bound, catch the five fifteen out
Going to the coast, hobroken nightmare
Used to be a dream, hobroken nightmare, gotta break free
19.Bloody Rag
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
Tin soldiers fought for what we got and now it's lost
Spirits of two hundred years gets laundrode in the wash
The keepers of the key have lied to you
They lied to me, millions died for a color'd cloth on a pole
knee deep
Children fight so buerocrats can have a seat
Inflations up the dollars down war means economy
He's digging for the gold he wears a flag upon his sleeve
Bible in his hand
Lavish the oil in the middle east
Ousted, ousted, ousted, ousted
Ya don't believe ya don't, it's dungary, it's dungary to talk
Bloody rag torn to shreds
Bloody rag millions dead
Bloody rag, a bloody rag
20.Nothin' On Us
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
Down the aisle my bride in black
You were water and I was the tide at the bar
I got in another fight I kissed the ground goodnight
We stole plenty, we spent every penny
Why not we're young and wrong
Bonnie and Clyde, they had nothin' on us
Except for murder money and blood
From here on out, I'll be poverty, I've got futureless
Heavenly dreams the brought me in
And I did my stretch, I learned my lesson
We stole plenty, we spent every penny
Why not we're young and wrong
Bonnie and Clyde, they had nothin' on us
Except for murder money and blood
We gave 'em the slip more than we caught
Can't tax that side of the law a Cadillac tramp
And carnival thief outlaws from dirt and mud
21.Tora Tora Tora
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
America the beautiful
Amber waves of race
Constitutes equality
Don't dub us left or right
Tora, tora, tora
Tora, tora, tora
Tora, tora, tora
Tora, tora, tora
Freedoms just another verb
That they've put on a roof
Analyze everything I say
And take it wrong to boot
Smash fashion, fascism
Smash fashion, fascism
Contradiction figure it out
Criticism
Maybe you're just coming through
So give me all you want
Tora, tora, tora
Life and crimes
And crimes of life
Much to personal
We won't get through the ground
22.Good Night
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
I'll be the last to understand
While you were demoralized
God damnit times still on your side
A rolling stone no less the
Dischords on the side
Just add a star up in the sky
With broken records broken spirits
We broke the bar we picked
Each other off the floor
We chased our shakes away
And scared em with a drink
Always a better man that I
That's why the saints were always marchin' in
Even when their was no luck in sight
So, who's to know？ When's our time to go
So, kiss your kids and tuck 'em in good night
It'll be alright, its only life, I know yourr all right it's
only life
Donnas guitar was your left arm
He's on the phone, stood by your side you did her right
Picnic in the park was everyones
Good night , yer in the light your in the light
23.Orange Crunch
Lyricist：Chuck Briggs, Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas
Peters, Wade Walston
His bubble gives me the shakes
The ozone makes this bubble bake
These leather hydes, have plastic lives
I've turned to stone in a city quake
Tear down these walls of the crunch
My lust to live is bankrupt
The orange crunch is bottled up
Behind the curtain they're all fake
This water gives me cavities
This place is bland no seasonings
I'm loitering the screws take me away
Tear down these walls of the crunch
My lust to live is bankrupt
The orange crunch is bottled up
An 8 point 8 Earthquake
An 8 point 8 Earthquake
An 8 point 8 Earthquake
An 8 point 8 Earthquake
That's what we need
24.The World
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
Lotta' paranoia everywhere
Take a look out your door
If it ain't the tube, it's the paper news
Third World War or church
They feed us all this phony propaganda
They pawn it off as food for thought
The swap meet world of oil and coal
No water, no jobs
Cost of dyin' keeps goin' up like everything else
Forefathers didn't foresee that there would be
Always less for kids
They left us a ball of clay to play with, yeah
We've all been judged, wasting our time in court
Beat down by the gravel several times before
Sitting in my cell while the world is spinning
But those ain't the bars that I like to hang out in
U.S, bombs the world
That's what the T.V said
U.S, bombs the world
That's what the papers say yesterday and today
25.Salute The Dead
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
There's an o.d. case in the pool
There's a couple passed out on the stairs
Watch your shoes, 'cause they'll steal you, blind you
Ain't gonna find the winners here
A dead mans weekend has got my name
On it apologies and promises
We've heard them all here, going to the pub
The suns down half way two fingers in the air
Cheers to the living salute the dead
If you're gonna live, drink like you're dead red wine
For blood whiskey, for fate
Kick up the dirt in Tompkins square
Lift up your flask for a stiff
26.New Killer
Lyricist：Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Wade
Walston, Jon Wickersham
Quiet knocks on the front door
Delivery eat the liver
Pizzas for the stocking killer
Feed it to the head in the freezer
Ravaging inside the trash
They're all on speed
Place your bets the worms crawl in
My bodies in the grave
Shouting in my rooms no good
I won't be saved
Take the handcuffs off me now
I smoke in chains
No, no, no, no, no, not again
No, no, no, no, no, not again
(Skip one)
Not again
No, no, no, no, no, not again
(Skip one)
Deep sleep ain't what it used to be
Place your guns onto the bar and keep me company
Eyes as black as frying pans and wilmas on T.V.
Billy Ruebens burns the blood don't move it stings
New killer
New killer
New killers, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, not again, yes again
27.Beetle Boot
Lyricist：Chuck Briggs, Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas
Peters, Wade Walston
Mackn with Trish in the dark on the docks
Turn the ambulance sirens up emergency
Baby, I ain't one to wait I gonna get your britches off
Any day now there gonna drop the bomb
And were gonna be a bucket of bones
We got an hour till day
We got to go all the way
And shoot the rockets in the rescue zone
Roll over baby say hello daddy king
Adoption papers ready come to Dixie
A dysfunctional home hostage all alone
Old soup on your apron babe
I'll lick it off I woke up to the alarm on my radio
Those AM airwaves all ways set me off
The old men talk all day they talk about the same old things
Dirty sheets and a dirty hand full of blow thrift store opened
And I gotta buy a pair of shoes
Gotta get her number and I'm gonna make a telephone call
Let's go splash some booze I wanna drink it off
You told me to get a barrel
(And ride it down niagra falls)
28.4th Of July
Lyricist：David Lund, James Berry, John Camp Iii, Michael Linde,
Michael Pearson, Robert Trondson, William Solleder
You got the pledge of allegiance
And you are Jesus Christ
Epitome of intelligence
And all the meat head are gonna fight
You are the dream weavers
And you are the flames who keeps
After the apocalypse
Before the beast
On the 4th of July
They got their hands in your pocket
They got rockets in the sky
Looks like it's Bloody Sunday
State corrupt indirect lies
You are the dream weavers
And you are the flames who keeps
After the apocalypse
Before the beast
On the 4th of July
There ain't nobody free
On the 4th of July
There ain't nobody, there ain't nobody
There ain't nobody, there ain't nobody
There ain't nobody, there ain't nobody free
There ain't nobody, there ain't nobody
On the 4th of July
Ain't nobody free
On the 4th of July
Ain't nobody free
29.Her And Me
Lyricist：Chuck Briggs, Chip Hanna, Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas
Peters, Wade Walston
Without her I can't get up and lace my shoes
Down at the corner I get her and we recluse
Gave me a million dreams, stripped me of everything
Sick to my guts, I'm yours eternally
Her and me, makin' out on the toilet seat
Blistered, together on the city streets
She and me dripping in the sink
Chills from the pins ain't what it used to be
Her and me, she and me, fifteen years to date
She's been using me on that persian girl
Ya taste, ohh, so bitter sweet
It started out as a fling, we ended in the back alley
My girl, you know I love it when you're killing me
30.The Contract
Lyricist：Hanna John F, Martinez Christopher Kerry, Peters Duane
Thomas, Walston Lessie Wade
An old motel broad side of the road
There ain't been a lick of sense
The manager hides, the label sighs
Through booking agents and promoter ties
The contracts runnin' out tonight
Back to the laundromats tonight
We know our place we're in your face
We are a disgrace for the human race
No hallos here, none of us are saints
The underrated, the underdogs
The unannounced, under the fog
The boat keeps floating and we keep rowing
Fuck off, we're marchin' on
We've never been about business man
They won't play us on the radio
I guess, we're just a bloody nuisance
We're just a bunch of fucking punks
The contracts runnin' out tonight
Back to the laundromats tonight
We know our place we're in your face
We are a disgrace for the human race
No hallos here, none of us are saints
31.Just Like You
Lyricist：Andersson Daniel
I wanna be, I wanna be
Cool just like you, yeah yeah
I wanna big house, I wanna swimming pool
I want some rich folks, I wanna a fast car too
I have a tattoo, I have a bank account
I wanna be, I wanna be
Cool like you, yeah yeah
Cool like you, yeah yeah
I want more credit cards, I want designer clothes
I wanna plastic girl, I wanna Mercedes too
I have a great job, I have my good looks
I wanna be cool
Just like you, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I wanna be, I wanna be
Cool like you, yeah yeah
Cool like you
I wanna be, I wanna be
Cool like you, yeah yeah
Cool like you
32.Jaks
US Bombs
Go, 45 mph
Go, down hill on a skate
There's a code that ya better know
And there's one style and that's to skate
We skate in packs
Our flag is Jaks
There's always time to race
Only a fool has a pool and keeps it full
Only a traitor won't drain his pool
Go, 45 mph
Go, down hill on a skate
Go, 45 mph
Go, down hill on a skate
So there I am skatin' solo down 9th Ave.
(And I rule)
A couple bikers pull up on me, one on each side
(I hate those fucks)
They try to lock me in and here comes a bus
These scumbags want me dead
I know they want my head
A Jak pulls up, pulls a drumstick out of his pocket
Sticks it in the spokes and the biker slams
Don't laugh 'cause he was a Jak
We gotta go 45, 45
33.Her ＆ Me
US Bombs
Sick to my guts I'm your eternally
Her and me makin' out on the toilet seat
Blistered together on the city streets
She and me dripping in the sink
Chills from the pins ain't what it used to be
Her and me, she and me, 15 years to date
She's been using me on that Persian girl
Ya taste, oh, so bitter sweet
It started out as a fling
We ended in the back alley
My girl, you know
I love it when yer killing me
34.So In Fuck With You
US Bombs
I'm in fuck with you my love
So in fuck with you
I'm in fuck with you my love
So in fuck with you
We stay together through thick and thin
If we're blood, we'd be bloody inbreds
We never get enough of it
She like to fuck in public
I'm in fuck with you my love
So in fuck with you
I'm in fuck with you my love
So in fuck with you
She's my baby and I'm her old man
They say we're crazy to stick together
I say, fuck you if you don't wanna fuck
It's obvious you don't get much
I can't take just a sip
We're pathetic, babe
We've been joined at the hip
We're pathetic, babe
I'm in fuck with you my love
So in fuck with you
I'm in fuck with you my love
So in fuck with you
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