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Nofx 45 Or 46 Songs That Weren T Good Enough To Go On Our Other Records

fuckin' hippie For that matter don't trust anyone Quit school, don't work Livin' up the music you punk If I could do it so could anyone Drugs are good

Rip them down, hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull my trigger, I am bigger than Rip them down, hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull

I wish I could go so far away Where time moves too slow day after day I'll wait and I'll sit and watch the clouds As they go by. I have a sensation where

conscience keep awake The promises I deep Are not the ones I make I count the costant causes I lost count of regrets A surplus of good intentions don't

get paid Time to forfeit, We may be in the light, But we ain't shit We may not get respect You think we don't know We may be riding on a one way ticket

sarcasm To me it's plain, to you absurd You don't know me let alone my intent Actions do not always self represent I don't feel urgency in explaining

Timmy the Turtle You know him as Tim Timmy the Turtle He sang with The Grim Too slow He sat in turtle goo Timmy the Turtle Is giving them hell Timmy

: Talkin' bout your mom Talkin' bout your mom Talkin' bout your mom Talkin' bout your mom She's a whore, bitch, gutter slut Likes to shove me up her

: (I don't even remember how this one goes) What I scream about Can't get the stink out Catch it on my tongue Save it in my lung Fucking Vegans smoking