Rancid/NOFX BYO Split Series Vol. III - Rancid
2002 | editar álbum | mostrar todas | agregar canción
- 01. Moron Bros
- 02. Stickin in my Eye
- 03. Bob
- 04. Don't Call Me White
- 05. Brews
- 06. Vanilla Sex
Moron Bros
Talking about the Moron Bros, tattooed fingers, tattooed toes
They're idiots, they're losers, they're scum
Taking advantage of everyone
You're a dog, they're your fleas
Doing everything they can to spread disease
Drink your beer, take your drugs
Leave with you microscopic bugs
Their company is something you won't miss
Then your icetrays are filled with piss
Talking about the Moron Bros, tattooed fingers, tattooed toes
They'll whine, they'll bitch, they'll fuck you if you're rich
They'll leach, they'll latch, they are the itch you can't scratch
They are the Moron Brothers
Don't get along with others
(x2)
They may not go down in history
But they'll go down on your sister
Stickin in my Eye
When I look 'round, I only see outta one eye
As the smoke surrounds my head, the sauna
I hear the voices, but I can't make out their words
Saying things, saying things that
I got something sticking in my eye
Got something sticking in my eye
Got something sticking in my eye
I feel unusual from thinking
About the underground decay, God help me
Kill beneath the camera, watch the world begin to cry
It's not from pity, it comes from
What's been sticking in my eye
Got something sticking in my eye
Got something sticking in my eye
Got something sticking in my eye
Got something sticking in my eye
Bob
Spent fifteen years getting loaded
fifteen years 'till his liver exploded
what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink?
the doctor said, "What were you thinkin' 'bout?"
Bob said, "That's just the point,
I wasn't thinkin' 'bout nothing
I gotta do something else to pass the time."
Had someone shave his head, new identity
sixty-two holed air cushioned boots
and a girl who rides a scooter, take him out of town
They would get around, riding around,
as the trucks drive by you could here the mother fuckers go...
Couple of lines, extra thermos of Joe
he'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show,
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor tells him to
"Quit your drinkin', all the time."
Will he ever walk the line
to all my friends, I feel fine
really ever walk the line
kickin' ass and bustin' heads
red suspenders
once a day he shaves his head
but will he ever walk the line?
Don't Call Me White
Don't call me white (x4)
Connotations wearing my nerves thin
could it be semantics generating the mess we're in?
I understand that language breeds stereotype
but what's the explanation for the malice, for the spite?
Don't call me white (x4)
I wasn't brought here, I was born
circumcised, categorized, allegiance sworn
does this mean I have to take such shit
for being fairskinned? No!
I ain't a part of no conspiracy, I'm just you're average Joe
Don't call me white
don't call me white
represents everything I hate
the soap shoved in the mouth to cleanse the mind
the vast majority of sheep
a buttoned collar, starched and bleached
constricting veins, the blood flow to the brain slows
they're so fuckin' ordinary white
don't call me white
Brews
Friday night we'll be drinkin' Manashevitz
goin' out to terrorize goyem
stompin' shagitz, and screwin' shicksas
as long as we're home by saturday mornin'
Cause hey we're the Brews
sportin' anti swastika tattoos
oi oi we're the boys
orthodox, hesidic, O.G. Ois
Orthopedic Dr. Martins good for
waffle making, kickin' through the shin
reputation, gained through intimidation
pacifism no longer tradition
Cause hey we're the Brews
Sportin' anti swastika tattoos
Oi Oi we're the Brews
The fairfax ghetto boys skinhead hebrews
We got the might, psycho mashuganas
we can't lose a fight, as we are the chosen ones
Chutspah, we battle then we feast
We celebrate, we'll separate our milkplates from our meat
Oi oi we're the Brews
sportin' anti swastika tattoos
oi oi we're the boys
orthodox, hesidic, O.G. Ois
(x4)
Vanilla Sex
Don't ever take away from me my pornography
obviously we don't agree on what's obscene
I have the right to choose what I want to see and read
don't ever try to take away from me my right to privacy
because what I do is no one's business but me
So stay in your missionary position
I hope that you get bored to death
There's no way in hell I'm going thru life
Having vanilla sex
The government is trying to get in your bedroom
better lock your door and close your shades
because there could be someone watching you today
Why do you try to make things illegal
why do we have to be twenty one
Are you so afraid that people are having
way too much fun you know
why do you care what I do in my bedroom
why do you want to know how I screw
It seems to me you've got nothing better to do