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Bad Habit

Hey man, you know I'm really OK
The gun in my hand will tell you the same
But when I'm in my car, don't give me no crap,
'Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap!

When I go driving I stay in my lane
But getting cut off; it makes me insane

Open the glove box,
Reach inside,
Gonna wreck this fucker's ride,
'Cause I got a bad habit
Of blowin' away, Yeah, Yeah
I got a bad habit, Yeah, Yeah
And it 'aint goin' away, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ohh Ohh Ooh ohh

They say the road's a dangerous place
If you flip me off I'll get in your face
You drive on my ass,
Your foot's on the gas,
And your next breath is your last

'Cause I got a bad habit
Of blowin' away, Yeah, Yeah
I got a bad habit, Yeah, Yeah
And it 'aint goin' away, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ohh

Drivers are rude,
Such attitudes,
But when I show my PIECE,
Complaints cease, Something's odd,
I feel like I'm God,
You stupid dumb-shit god-damn motherfucker!

I open the glove box,
Reach inside,
Gonna wreck this fucker's ride,
'Cause I got a bad habit,
Of blowin' away, Yeah, Yeah
I got a bad habit, Yeah, Yeah
And it 'aint goin' away, Yeah, Yeah---
Ohh Ohh Ooh ohh

 

Baghdad

In your plane in the blue sky
You roam again
Words that echo in your mind
Make your heart beat faster
This is no Vietnam
We will win in Iraq

The President said let it ride, ride
Islam be damned
Make your last stand
In Baghdad

Warrior, the time bombs
About to go
What will you feel
Will you even wonder
If the man that's in your sights
Ever kissed his girl goodbye

The Captain said kill or die, die
Islam be damned
Make your last stand
In Baghdad

Great Satan
Great Satan
Great Satan (Our flags of burning)
Great Satan (Our flags of burning)
Great Satan (Our flags of burning)
Great Satan (Our flags will burn)

Soon America may find
Its young men in the sand
Where there casualty
Is just a number
In Iraq

The President said let it ride, ride
You will be damned
Make your last stand
In Baghdad
In Baghdad
In Baghdad

 

Ballroom Blitz

Ready Greg? I don't care
Kevin? YAAAHHHH!
James? Satannn!
Alright fellas - let's goooooooo!

Oh it's been getting so hard
Living with what society does to me
Our dreams are getting so strange
I'd like to tell you everything I see

There's a cop in the back as a matter of fact
And his eyes were as red as the sun
And the skinhead in the corner lets no one ignore him
He thinks he's the scariest one

Oh Yeah! It was like lightning
Everybody was frightening
And the music was trashy
And they all started crashing

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
And the cop in the back said everyone attack
And it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said boy I want to warn you
It'll turn into a ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz

Oh reaching out for something
Drinking beer is all we ever do
We softly call you over
When you appear there's nothing left of you

And the cop in the back is ready to crack
As he raises his glove to the sky
And the girl in the corner is everyone's mourner
She could kill you with a wink of her eye

Oh Yeah! It was electric
So frantically hectic
And the music was trashy
And they all started crashing

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
And the cop in the back said everyone attack
And it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said boy I want to warn you
It'll turn into a ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz

It's it's a ballroom blitz
It's it's a ballroom blitz
It's it's a ballroom blitz
Yeah, it's a ballroom blitz

 

Beheaded

Mommy doesn't have her head anymore
Keep it underneath my bed on the floor
That's alright though
That's ok
She never really used her head anyway

Daddy called me a silly bore
Bet he wont say that anymore
Because the way his body's severed in two
His vocal chords are gonna be hard to use

[CHORUS]
Beheaded
Watch you spurt like a garden hose
Beheaded
Bloody mess all over my clothes

Watch my girlfriend come to the door
Chop off her head, she falls to the floor
Watching my baby's jugular flow
Really makes my motor go

Wrap a towel around the bloody stump
Take my baby's body to the city dump
Then wipe the mess off the bloody axe
Scoop all the heads in my burlap sack

[CHORUS]

All my collection
Adorns my rooms on bamboo poles
Used to be a little
But a little got more and more
Now I'm craving yours

Night brings bad dreams
Bad dreams and guillotines

Off with her head

Find another victim for my machine
Put him in a homemade guillotine
Blade falls, gonna need a casket
Watch the head plop in a wicker basket

Leave the house at a quarter to four
Come back with sixteen or more
Cause the more I want, the more I see
Got a funny feeling coming over me

 

Blackball

In this world of hate and shallowness
Where enemies become your consolation
Those of us who win the game give up their minds
I don't call that winning

Say this doesn't apply to you
But ask yourself first
What have I done today to win the game?
And just what have I sacrificed?

Win the battle or lose the war
I know I've played this game before
When people were still real

I don't want this anymore
It's time for me to close the door
There's nothing left to feel

Reflect on all out yesterdays
My own words choke me, why were they spoken?
Regret for things I've said and done, just can't compare with
Regret for those that I have never tried

So blame this world or blame yourself
It's really all the same
When you are standing on that precipice
From which you just cannot return

Win the battle or lose the war
I know I've played this game before
When people were still real

I don't want this anymore
It's time for me to close the door
There's nothing left to feel

In the style of forgotten men
I look to my horizon, I see nothing
While thoughts of guns and desecration sweep through my mind
But only coffins and bones remain

As I look to you
The emptiness behind your eyes
Seals my decision

Can't carry on in a world of jugglers
Where all this thoughtlessness
And bludgeoning, your key to success
What kind of tradition to carry

Blackball, the new disease
Blackball, the new disease
Blackball, your evil ways have found their way inside, inside me

Blackball, the new disease
Blackball, the new disease
Blackball, for a better life in this high tech, dog eat dog existence

Win the battle or lose the war
I know I've played this game before
When people were still real

I don't want this anymore
It's time for me to close the door
There's nothing left to feel

 

Bloodstains

They can make things worse for me
Sometimes I'd rather die
They can tell me lots of things
But I can't see eye to eye
Well, I know they know the way i think
I know they always will
But someday I'm gonna change my mind
Sometimes I'd rather kill

Bloodstains - Speed kills
Fast cars - Cheap thrills
Rich girls - Fine wine
I've lost my sense... I've lost control... I've lost my mind

Things seem so much different now
The scene has died away
I haven't got a steady job
And I've got no place to stay
Well, it's a futuristic modern world
But things aren't what they seem
Someday you'd better wake up
From this stupid fantasy

 

Burn It Up

I think I'm burning up inside
I think I'll take a little ride
I'm gonna light up everything in sight
I'll drive on by your yard
And throw a Molotov cocktail at your car
Then another in the local bar

[CHORUS]
Ignition
They call it an obsession but I think it's kinda bitchin'
I think it's kinda neat
Yeah, I'm a pyro
I wanna burn it up
Yeah, I'm a pyro

Tonight this 'hood will be a pyre
I'm gonna set your house on fire
I'll dance around the pretty flames
Such a wonderful game!
I want to make a tiki torch
I'm gonna throw it on your porch
Then I'm gonna run away
And come back another day

[CHORUS]

So many houses, so little time
So many reasons, I'm not a crime
I'd like to set you up
I'd like to set you up

[CHORUS]

 

Call It Religion

Church on Sunday
Don't forget about God
You're a slave for Jesus
You need to think that's odd

Pass around the plate
Accepting donations
And the price is high
But still, you won't die
The money's a tax right-off anyway

You call it religion
We call it bullshit
You think the way to heaven is through your pockets
You spend your life
You need to sacrific
Always afraid you're gonna pay the price

Guilt on your hand,
Well you'll soon be dead
so you'll try to find your way into
heaven instead

You're wasting your time (wasting your time)
You're wasting your life (wasting your life)
Everybody ends up 6 feet under

Religious formalities
Every week
All wrapped up in your
Fucking protocol

So unaware
Your head bowed in prayer
Father, save me from
My sins, my sins, my!

Do unto others as they do unto you
Is that John 2-24-24-2
Don't know
I haven't read the Bible today

You call it religion
We call it bullshit
You think the way to heaven is through your pockets
You spend your life
You need to sacrific
Always afraid you're gonna pay the price

Guilt on your hand,
Well you'll soon be dead
so you'll try to find your way into
heaven instead

You're wasting your time (wasting your time)
You're wasting your life (wasting your life)
Everybody ends up 6 feet under

 

Can't Repeat

I woke the other day
And saw my world has changed
The past is over but tomorrow's wishful thinking
I can't hold onto what's been done
I can't grab onto what's to come
And I'm just wishing I could stop, but

Life goes on
Come of age
Can't hold on
Turn the page

Time rolls on
Wipe these eyes
Yesterday laughs
Tomorrow cries

Memories are bittersweet
The good times we can't repeat
Those days are gone and we can never get them back
Now we must move ahead
Despite our fear and dread
We're all just wishing we could stop, but

Life goes on
Come of age
Can't hold on
Turn the page

Time rolls on
Wipe your eyes
Yesterday laughs
Tomorrow cries

With all our joys and fears
Wrapped in forgotten years
The past is laughing as today just slips away
Time tears down what we've made
And sets another stage
And I'm just wishing we could stop

Life goes on
Come of age
Can't hold on
Turn the page

Time rolls on
Wipe these eyes
Yesterday laughs
Tomorrow cries

Time rolls on

 

Change the World

I see the way the salesmen stare into the sun
I stood and watched them as they fell off one by one
And everyone's so blind
They're not to help mankind
Reach into your bag of tricks and pull another one
You don't want to change the world
Like you say
You're in it for yourself
No one else
You're ready
Saving yourself
You're gonna change the world
You're ready
Saving yourself
You're gonna change the world
Now when the day is set they'll line up all the same
And those that need the most will never get or gain
The ones you call your friends
Are failing you again
Reach into your bag of tricks and make it go away
You don't want to change the world
Like you say
You're in it for yourself
No one else
You're ready
Saving yourself
You're gonna change the world
You're ready
Saving yourself
You're gonna change the world
And since you ain't what you say
Then just go away
Cause some don't lie
Some don't lie
Go on now they won't tell
Go on now and save yourself

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