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70's Rock Must Die
I was cruisin' in a car Down Melrose Boulevard When I stopped all the traffic I was laughin' so hard Standin' on the corner Was this rock n roll dude In leather pants thinkin' he was so cool He had the jacket He had the shades Farrah Fawcett hair Or was that a wig Face like a turtle Trying in vain to look stoned You could tell he'd been practicing In a mirror at home He'd probably been posing like that all day Didn't matter that it was a hundred degrees nn the shade Well c'mon Well c'mon Seventies rock must die Well c'mon Well c'mon Seventies rock must die Well c'mon Well c'mon Seventies rock must die Well c'mon Well c'mon Seventies rock must die Bogus bands Plastic rock stars Stupid clothes and the worst made cars Country rock making us all sick While John Travolta wags his double-knit prick Being a teen back then Man, it was a drag Bicentennial and no one burned the flag You think we live in pretty deperate times When people wanna go back to 1975 My Saturday Night Fever fantasy Lock the Bee Gees in a Pinto And ram it from the rear Burn, baby Well c'mon Well c'mon Seventies rock must die Well c'mon Well c'mon Seventies rock must die Well c'mon Well c'mon Seventies rock must die Well c'mon Well c'mon Seventies rock must die Oooh babe Yeah yeah yeah We may not have talent but we sure got attitude Suck my ego Pay to play Got nothimg more to say As we sell you a stairway to boredom Put your hands together! Yeah yeah yeah yeah Look around at the hip people Set in their ways Reaching back to the things they used to say they hate Young old farts playing fossil rock Stones reunions pass for rebellion Radio and TV gettin' so damn bland With collegiate John Denver copy bands Underground's becoming an alternative joke Even Aerosmith hates all the Aerosmith clones I know they don't make them like the Son Of Sam But even punks wanna go back to '77 Give me a break man Well c'mon Well c'mon Seventies rock must die Well c'mon Well c'mon Seventies rock must die Well c'mon Well c'mon Seventies rock must die Well c'mon Well c'mon Seventies rock must die
? Hydrogen peroxide ? ariticicial preservatives To preserve freshness ? Cholesterol ? Immodium AD Pepcid AC ? Pertoleum jelly ? Microsoft ? High fructose corn syrup ? Hello my dear Can I feel your skin Put it in my mouth and bite it I am the ? capital of Volcanus 2000 Fell down the trash chute at my job Woke up on this garbage barge Thousand tons of urban waste Now I'm part of the ? Yeah We wipe the world Yeah We wipe the world I found a catapault Ever? squashed? ingrate people ? of medical waste Rained down on their face Give us all your treasure now Or we'll paint your whole town brown Everywhere they're glad to pay So we'll go away Yeah Yeah We wipe the world ? And squished sausage into wine ? If thing goes bad just cry Rule the world from my seat Kidnapped ? in the back seat No one dares blow up our shit They'll have to clean up all the mess Yeah x3 We wipe the world Yeah We wipe the world Hundred sixy millions tons of American trach each year Thousand football field thirty stories high Where will we put it all Not in my back yard Not in my back yard Look out! ? ? More of ? sale each day ? ? 2 billion tons Bottles and cans and paper plates 18 billion ? of waste Aluminum and ? ? ? And join us and mutate Yeah x2 We wipe the world Yeah x3 We wipe the world
Ballad Of Marshall Ledbetter
Six hundred sixty six Dunkin Donuts A twenty inch ? cheese pizza from Gumby's Extra jalapenos on the side And a case of Asahi Dry I wish to speak with Timoth Leary Lemmy, Jello and Ice Cube too Carton of Lucky's with filters And bring a CNN news crew Talahassee, Florida 4AM, June 14, '91 Capitol building's occupied Broke the glass, walked right inside Wouldn't be advisable to enter You don't know the number of hostiles Or if anyone's got guns Or if there's hostages I just want to speak my mind More to you than just one sound bite Fasion? cop? and info? man? has something to say This whole word is disturbing me I wanna cut a rap record each month And mail my little pinkie to George Bush Sharpshooters on surrounding roofs Traffic blocked by SWAT troops Evacuate the people inside Pretend we're CNN, say Leary's died I just want to speak my mind More to you than just one sound bite 12:45, he emerged unharmed JD in one hand, in the other, cigars Hendrix t-shirt and his underwear on Guess what, he never had no gun Aaa Ow Where are you my friends Where are you Where are you I can't believe it's come to this Aaaahhh I only broadcast my freakout to the world I was a prisinor for 22 years When I broke through that door, I was free Not to mention pretty damn lucky Nowadays, boy, you'd just get shot
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