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Liberal Animation Lyrics This is NoFX's first album, released in 1988. |
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Shut Up Already
"Affection not dissection" "Meat is murder" "Animals are for petting" Oh shut up already I'm tired of you whining About poor little animals dying And the food they are supplying Because if a big animal had the chance It wouldn't take another glance It would eat you up "Affection not dissection" "Meat is murder" "Animals are for petting" Oh shut up already I don't want to listen And I'm tired of your b****en About what's in my kitchen Because if a big animal had the chance It wouldn't take another glance It will eat you up Free Dumb Don't even try to tell us What we can and cannot say. Profanity's a tool that You cannot take away. Is freedom of expression Just a load of s***? Just another farce in American politics. Here Comes The Neighborhood I've got to get out of I've got To get out of this hood, I've Got to get out of this neighborhood I've got to get out of it, got to get out I've had enough, wont call their bluff I'm not going to live in fear Racism lives on both sides so I'm gonna get the h*** out of here "Do you want crack, do you need smack On the track do you want grass Smoke hash you white trash" You better watch out, you better watch out You better watch out, watch out I've had it up to here I'm not gonna live in fear They're the ones who are racist not me Why cant they just let me be A200 Club Why do I keep scratching Scratching my balls I don't like this feeling I don't like it at all Cause I got crabs, I got crabs, I got crabs I got those little f***ers biting and Sucking my blood There's crab eggs in my bed There in the carpet too I'll go to the store Buy A200 shampoo I got R.I.D. of them I got all of them They wont be back Wait a second, what is This itching in my crack Cause I got crabs, I got crabs I got crabs, I got those little F***ers biting and sucking my blood Sloppy English I play pool cause I'm no fool I play pool cause I'm cool I play pool after school I play pool all the time Cue in my left hand, beer in right I shoot and drink all through the night That sloppy english does me just right I use that sloppy english all the time I hold my stick Like I hold my d*ck Hustling beers from wetto That's the trick I use that sloppy english All the time. You Put Chocolate In My Peanut Butter! Hey you, you have too much hair And we don't like what you wear And you have really bad breath So were gonna beat you to death Because there is plenty of us And only one of you We've got plenty of reasons And here's just a few You put your chocolate in my peanut butter I was walking and you were in my way You looked at me without my permission And never even apologized You put your chocolate in my peanut butter That's good enough reason for me to bash You put your chocolate in my peanut butter That's good enough reason for me to smash No justice/there's just us/so trust us You put your chocolate in my peanut butter You put your chocolate in my peanut butter You put your chocolate in my peanut butter You put your chocolate in my peanut butter Mister Jones My name is mister Jones I get inside your bones I know just how to make you tweek You soon will be my freak Because I know what you need I control your mind I roll up your sleeves I make ties that bind You'll soon be begging on your knees You've got the disease I cant seem to live without you Without you what's the "point" I wasn't born with a silver burnt spoon Mr. jones do I still have any choice? Vegetarian Mumbo Jumbo I don't want tofu I'd rather have a mouth full of beef stew I don't want to be vegetarian Why eat beans when you can have steak instead? I don't feel bad about Eating something that's dead So why should I be sad For cows getting hit in the head? So I like eating fish Tell me what's wrong with this How can you blame me For eating chicken of the sea? Don't waste your breath yelling at me About animal rights And how they should be free It's survival of the fittest And were winning I don't feel bad about Eating something that's dead So why should I be sad For chickens being force fed So I like eating fish Tell me what's wrong with this How can you blame me For eating chicken of the sea? Beer Bong If I want some beer I don't want to hear About how I missed the show Because I drink to slow So pass me the beer bong It wont take very long For me to put down This torpedo to the ground Because drinking beer is to slow Beer bong is the way to go To go to go Don't drink to slow! Piece You fight for peace, but whereas the war What the f*** are doing this for You say disarment that's the key Well that's not they way it looks to me You wear your leather jacket But you won't eat meat Piece punk, get drunk, sake your hair Go out, hang out, do you really care? There's no easy answers, complaining wont do s*** If you want some changes, don't be a hypocrite F*** the system, that's what they say But they live by it everyday Food stamps and welfare checks Would you rather starve to death You wear a leather jacket But you wont eat meat Piece punk, get drunk, sake your hair Go out, hang out, do you really care Don't you feel ridiculous now! Half your wardrobe comes from a cow Do you believe in anarchy? Who are you really trying to be? I Live in a Cake I live in a cake The one that I make Don't wanna hear About my mistakes This is the chance I take I live in a cake The one that I make Try not to worry About what's at stake I'm on the take No Problems Sitting by yourself again No friends are near You got a needle in one hand And in the other one a beer You cant cope with life You can even get up Who's gonna help you? You've got to pick yourself up. But I've got no problems I've got no problems.... Your minds so f***in clouded You can't see through the hayes On The Rag It's that time of the month Again, your b****ing Stop yelling at me I know you've got to plug Yourself up But why take it out on me Just leave me alone Stop yelling at me Leave me alone When its your time to bleed Truck Stop Blues A truck stop in kansas With nowhere to To many days without any shows 5 cups of coffee As I just sit and mold It's 4 a.m. as I sip from my cup It's 5 a.m. the suns coming up My body has shifted to the touring mode Trying to sleep In the van on the road I gotta find a place to call home I've got the truck stop blues Taking care of myself paying my dues Living life day by day I've got the truck stop blues Don't think I'd have it any other way |
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