PROPECIA-SAURUS
Started when I was 16, I knew it wouldn't last. I was one spike short of a full hawk and I was doomed to the skinhead crew. Propecia-Saurus I choose to sport it. Not an Oi or a skin, just a receding punk and I wont take shit from you.

Balding punks, and we don't take shit.
Balding punks, yeah we run the pit.
Balding punks, yeah we drink and fuck.
Balding Punks!!

Don't need you to point out, my scalp taking over my skull. Id rather be a receder then a Rogaine eater with a pill bottle supplying my soul. Propecia- Saurus, I choose to sport it. Not an Oi or a skin. Just a receding punk and I wont take shit from you.

BOOTLEG
Bootleg I don't have to pay,
Bootleg I don't have to pay,
Bootleg I don't Have to pay,
as much.

A thousand shitty movies with a thousand shitty lines. my own personal kick back for all the wasted time and money you know we've all spent so Hollywood sleaze can pay hillside rent.

A thousand shitty bands with a thousand shitty songs. Its just fan revenge for one solo too long., and money you know we've all spent, quality decline leads to massive sales dent.

Bootleg, I don't have to pay
Bootleg, I don't have to pay
Bootleg, I don't have to pay,
As much

DRAFT DODGING
Not gonna go to Iran, Iraq or Afghanistan and die. For a lie you die for what you die.
Oil Rig police of the new red dawn, Sand in my head from an improvised bomb. You die for what? a lie. not me. I am

Draft dodging, Draft dodging HEY, Draft Dodging, Draft Dodging in the U. S.A.

Not gonna go to Iraq, Iran or Afghanistan and kill. For a lie you KILL, KILL, KILL. World War 3 plus I.E.D's equals not me and why you fight and die for a lie not me iam.

DUBYA
Greed, Hate, Fear!!
Well I am not here to say I told ya so, and yeah we all know that the president blows. Eight Years of Screaming getting Horse in the throat all attention please for President SCAPEGOAT!!!

DUBYA, DUBYA, I Hate you,
DUBYA, DUBYA, I KILL YOU!!!

To the adverted eye of the anti-war machine, its not just bush that need to get reamed. You Demonize the pawn and you fall in the trap. The blood still flows and the bombs still crack.

DUBYA, DUBYA, I HATE YOU!!!
DUBYA, DUBYA, I KILL YOU!!!

GULFPORT, MISSISSIPPI
Took the I-10 flight, Downtown tavern tonight. Weed Booze and pills got me feeling so right. One thing I wanna know how I got home from that show? Drunk driving through the Mississippi night. Waking up in some squat with some gulf coast punks. I know it will never be the same but the memory will always remain. Gulfport. (written after Hurricane Katrina)

I' d FUCK
Id fuck, thing I do inside my head. yeah
Id fuck, thing I do to pass the time.
Know when I know when I wanna ho. Tell you when I know, where I want it to go. See how long till I get bored, then I am gonna go and show you the door, then I am gonna go and show you the door.

Id Fuck, first thought in a crime.
Id Fuck, now iam gonna make you mine.
Know when I know when I want a whore, know when I know I want some more. See how long till I get bored then I am gonna go and show you the door. Then I am gonna go and show you the door.

TEAR DA CLUB UP PUNKS
Parking lot punks to the bar room drunks, united in destruction lets, tear da club up. No longer at the mercy of the price gouging clubs feel our desertion as we, tear da club up. Pent up frustrations lets take it out on the walls, no longer subdued. Time to tear da club up. Your bouncers cant help you its time to take the fall, take what is ours lets tear da club up, tear da club up, tear da club up, tear da club up punks.

You rip off the bands and you rip off their fans. Your stingy by design. Lets, Tear da club up. Pre-paid tickets for an ageing rock circuit, cash cow killed when we, tear da club up. Pent up frustrations lets take it out on the walls, no longer subdued, time to tear da club up. Your Bouncers cant help you its time to take the fall, take what is ours lets tear da club up, tear da club up, tear da club up, tear da club up punks.

MY CLUB
WRITTEN BY: STEVIE RAY STILETTO AND STEVIE STILETTO BAND copyright 1985, FOOD FOR FLIES!!!

NO DICE
More bands then fans, supply outweighs demand, no dice.
More bands then fans, Those jeans aren't a mans, no dice
In a mid size southern city a doorman counts his prize, no dice
All your friends go to your show, brand new high school heroes, and they leave when your done and that's when I have my fun.

MARTY MCFLY WAS A PUNK ROCKER
Marty Mcfly was a punk rocker went back to 55 fucked betty Crocker, then he fucked your mom then he fucked your grandma, didn't have the time but you know he had the stamina. Arts is revolution right on the vest. Subtle like a bullet strait through Doc's chest. Huey Lewis was a ploy by the suits to hide marty's no future youth!

Marty Mcfly, Marty Mcfly, Marty Mcfly was a Punk Rocker!!

Plutonium pinheads playing power of love, you know was a call from Zemeckis above. Gas war billboards ,Devo suits. Marty Mcfly sporting combat boots. Lions gate suburbanite, Lite beer in hand always looking for a fight, Cyber punk grif aint no Biff, the real truth lye's in the original script.

Marty Mcfly, Marty Mcfly, Marty Mcfly was a Punk Rocker.

SEXUAL TOURISM
Friday night comes around you know its time to go GET LAID.
Collared shirts and Khaki paints you know I just GOT PAID.
GBH in your drink, learned behavior not INSTINCT.
Humiliate to vindicate I cant wait till my NEXT DATE!

Sexual Tourism, Sexual tour.

Fantasies on the net, want you to piss on my CHEST.
Water sports, Toilet play. Why cant we meet up TODAY?
Underage well that's ok. Youth cant judge me ANYWAYS.
Pop a Squat on my face childhood pain be ERASED!

Sexual Tourism, Sexual Tourism. OH AH.

HATE YOUR HOME
I hate Where I am from and I know I am not the only one. Watered down the gas up. Regionalism dictated by the fucking bucks. you see it but you just don't get it. You know you just don't get it.

I hate where I am from and I know I am not the only one. Brainwashed or just dumb. Localize so you see your apathy is killing me. You see it but you just don't get it. You know you just don't get it.

WASHED UP
Aint got no money, Don't have much sense. All I got is nothing. Except I am to dumb to quit.
Washed up, Washed up, washed up, washed up.
Rolling up change is never done in vain. Gets me a bottle of booze and that eases the pain.
Washed up, washed up, washed up, washed up
Career is over before it began, guitar hero done and slain, Punks not dead but it deserves to be, what the hell is gonna happen to me?

WESTSIDE
From 103rd to San Juan, If you got a knife you cant be wrong. Drink fast and we fuck young primer grey truck you know you cant run. 5 pills a gram a coke, liquid morphine it aint no joke around here we wake up dead. Southern shed punk yeah were fucked in the head.

Westside Jacksonville, Westside Jacksonville

In the Tara Woods to the Murray Hills, we don't stop drinking till we get our fill. We go to a party just to start a fight. Don't have to worry cause I always gots my knife. 5 pills, a gram of coke, liquid morphine it aint no joke. Around here we wake up dead. Southern Shed Punk yeah were fucked in the head.

WESTSIDE JACKSONVILLE, WESTSIDE JACKSONVILLE