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Friendly People Friendly People is Guttermouth's first full-length album, released in 1996. |
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End on 9
Sometimes I let things get me down People tell me that I've got no future Not this time, I'm gonna prove them wrong I'm gonna screw them all and beat the system Distinguish myself From the rest of the flock With my huge blue mohawk I choose not to follow the norm I'm as capable and more qualified than most People, you've gotta face the fact Realize that we can make a difference Ignorance, the plague is everywhere You know you gotta care about your freedoms Single handedly I will wage my war on a personal level Everyday I will attack the establishment Fishing without a license And I will drink wine befoe it's time Everything will be okay Sit at home and watch television Don't think anymore No time for self expression Keep me in the closet man, in the dark Be a number, not a human Number 201 report for duty, sir This time...I'm gonna prove them wrong This time...I'll show them that I'm strong This time...I'll fight until the end This time...just you and I my friend This time... Derek Can't you see That I'm not straight edge You can tell By the look in my eye I hear that s*** you preach It's so far out of reach You meaningless X's Don't cry It's done man Yes, it's done man Yes, it's done We know your scene is gone Yes it's gone, it's gone Train of thought that you'll outgrow It's only a matter of time I'm old enough to think So I'm old enough to drink I won't ebb with your tide Hide behind your X's, that is fine But keep it to yourself Don't you get it, admit it This phase is for the under twenty one Jaime's Petting Zoo I've had my pet Since I was nine years old I loved him and fed him But one day he attacked I knew he didn't love me back So I grabbed him like a football And punted fifty yards Now I hate pets Take yourself to the vet Now I hate pets Dolphins trapped in little nets Now I hate pets You little f***ing Screaming s***-bag I should of let your mother Eat you, little f***er So I got a little birdy And I trained it everyday He knew 1000 words But then he flew away But then I got him back The f***er wouldn't shut his trap So I took him to the bathroom And rubbed his beak in s*** Now I hate pets Spotted owls in their nests Now I hate pets Bagged a deer and made a vest Now I hate pets Birds and bees and bears and bison Pigs and parrots and pandas I f***ing hate them all!!! I was walking through the park When a snake peered from his hole A perfect opportunity To take the bastard home I chopped his f***ing head off With my handy garden hoe And made a lovely hat-band For my redneck cousin Bo, heee-haaw! Now I hate pets 10,000 volts to the chest Now I hate pets Fed my cat some cigarettes Now I hate pets You little f***ing Screaming s***-bag b*st*rd F*** you, you F***ing pig-s*** licker, f***!!!!!! Bulls*** Bulls***, bulls***, full of s*** Bulls***, bulls***, full of s*** You can't say ten words Without telling a lie You always bulls*** Bulls*** gets you high When it comes to bulls*** You're the best around Someday bulls***'s Gonna take you down P.C. You know, what pisses me off more than anything Is all these people who aren't exactly politically correct Like the other day, I was out walking my Siberian-American huskies And you know how canines are: they like to sniff everything Including each other's butts So some guy walks up and he says, "Man, Get your dog's a** out of that other dog's nose!" So, I replied, "How dare you call them dogs! They're Siberian-American huskies. That's like calling an African-American a Black. Or calling a Mexican-American a Mexican. Or calling a homosexual a stupid faggot!" It pissed me off so much I got a nose ring, Dyed my hair blue and moved to San Francisco! My bus is broken down My spirit's broken too My girl's by my side So I don't feel so blue Thirty miles more To make it to the city Where junk is king And the air smells s***ty What a friendly town It really suits us well It took some getting used to That f***ing hippy smell Everyone corrects me Every time I speak I'm sick and f***ing tired Of feeling like a stupid L.A. geek I like it I like it I like it I like it, yes I do I say it's not an issue It doesn't shed much light On a global scale It isn't worth the fight The tongue that girl speaks Is forked to you and me That b**** has got a problem I think it's called P.C. Disneyland Get pissed, you suck I know your kind I know the system I know it's not so fine I know the bees, I know the rains I know that logging can kill Oh, well, let's just go on Dumbo Profound, that's what I found Profound, oh to the ground Profound, that's what I found Why must we chop it to the ground My God, it's done, but I can cope How about those Dodgers No time to sit around and mope Clear out those trees Let's make some cash Pack up the animals And ship them to the zoo We'll have a blast You know what I'd do I think it would be so grand We'll chop down the rain forest And build another Disneyland Who gives a hoot About the lungs of the earth I don't, so who cares Scew it, man, for what it's worth I knew the bees, I knew the rains I knew the system would chop this place And then they would make me pay I knew the snakes, I knew tree frogs If I knew admission was thirty bucks I'd of brought Discover Card Can't We All Just Get Along Welcome everybody to my table Don't be shy, man, grab a seat C'mon, it's time to eat, dig in Frejoles de T.J., sushi from Japan Weenies from America Don't forget canned ham Monkey brains from India ???? from France Pizzas from Chicago Korea, dog, many cat All we want is, all we need is All we want is, all we need is All we want is one more beer To teach the world To sing in harmony Eating can resolve This racial tension Get yourself a side of beef Electric knife, and 50' of cord Flies from Ethiopia Sangria de Espana Crumpets from England Sand from Iran Bratwurst von Deutchland Meatballs from Sweden Mongolian BBQ Bacon from Canada, eh... The next time you're about to shout a racial slur Stop, and think about all the wonderful dishes That come from his or her country, And channel your energies into enjoying your next international delight! Veggicide Something's up Something's on my mind I try to go to sleep I try to pass the time What gives you the right To kill a harmless carrot Growing in God's sunlight You say they're best You say they're best for you I say it's not true You say they make A d*** good stew So it's time It's time to liberate Don't eat a carrot Spare it And don't eat the beet On your plate All my friends say Veggies feel no pain All my friends say Veggies have no brains All my friends say Veggies feel no pain Don't stir fry by me! Chaps My Hide A wet suit rash, tight pants re-hash Oh, I forgot to wipe It's warm outside, a pony ride A drive across the country side A side of flan, a marathon The pork's a little rare Blueberry tarts, then come wet farts The chaffing in my dairy air Bull leg strut, monkey butt Bull leg strut, monkey butt You know what chaps my hide Riding bikes when it's hot outside Isn't that f***ed I sure feel like a schmuck When people scream look at him Monkey butt has set in A rash around my pecker My balls and butt What's Gone Wrong What the h*** is going on We never get to play Are we too drunk Are they too drunk It's just the scene today The owner of your club Would like to hear it Nice and slow But we'll sit here And drink your beer And spill it on your floor We don't play rock & roll We try to play some metal for you To bang each other's heads But when it comes to my stuff Why don't you tell me, man What's gone wrong... Your Late Oh my God, what time is it? I'm late again, this sucks Where's my other shoe? F***! I need a drink-god d***! Did I get gas last night? Oh, well, roll the dice Ha-ha, I gotta to to Vegas soon I really miss those wonderful casinos And friendly people F***, I hate those people In the carpool lane We carpool, oooo, go f*** yourself I'm probably fired already, s*** Oh, well Only nine more hours Till dollar drafts And free meatballs You're late Summers Over (Instrumental) A**hole I don't like the things you like And you don't like the things I like She don't like the things they like So who the f*** is really right See a skinhead at a show Let him know he's got to go F*** white power, the KKK A-*-*-H-O-L-E! Everyone's an a**hole My mom's an a**hole You're a f***ing a**hole And I'm a godd*** a**hole Mom and dad, the Grateful Dead Major labels and straight edge Coors and school and roller blades God, Rick James and Oakley shades Fishing, Wayne, silly jocks Nazis, midgets, new tube socks L.D. from M.R.&R. And f***ing Zeppelin Man Hippies, harleys, Pearl Jam Chili peppers, case of Spam Riot grrls, Ponch and Jon Squash and pork and carmel flan We hate these things We hate you, too Go f*** a monkey in the zoo Oscar Meyer has a way with B.O.L.O.G.N.A. |
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