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All Of The Time
02:43
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You said to try it, that I might like it
And now I gotta have it all of the time
You said I blew it, I never knew it
But now I gotta do it all of the time
I’m ready for the takin’
These rules were made for breakin’
There’s no mistakin’ that it feels so fine
I hope I’m not too lippy
Just shootin’ from the hippy
You wanna do it with me all of the time
You said to grab it, just hook or stab it
And now I gotta have it all of the time
You said to see it, I said indeedy
And now I know I need it all of the time
I’ll do the shuffle shifting
You do the heavy lifting
You know you gotta gift and outta your mind
You do the feather plucking
I’ll do the supersucking
And then we’ll get to fucking all of the time
You said to looky-looky and that’s all it took me
And now I’m playing hooky all of the time
You said to trust me, You’re loose and lusty
And now it’s like a must it’s all of the time
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How is it even possible after all these years
And all the good rock n roll heard by these ears
That nobody gives a shit at least not like they should
About knowing the difference
Between what sucks and what’s good
Like Rocket From The Crypt and the New Bomb Turks
Let’s hear it for The Hangmen, yeah they know how it works
Let’s take a ride with Zeke, you know the future is bleak!
Don’t forget Danko and the Didjits, and the motherfucking Dwarves man,
Yeah the Dwarves, oh the hardcore rolling, dope and whoring Dwarves
And they’re a footnote to an anecdote
In the History of Rock n’ Roll
And don’t even get me started ‘bout what’s going on
With the ‘new Rock n’ Roll’, don’t make me yawn
I don’t really give a shit, at least not like I could
It ain’t blowing my skirt up
Because it ain’t no good
How ‘bout Zen Guerrilla, man, they were fucking killer
And I am just amazed every time I see the Bell Rays
The Lazy Cowgirls and the Upper Crust
Those Cosmic Psychos are blokes you can trust
Oh yeah, I’d like to fall in with Mick Collins
He did the Gories, Blacktop and the Dirtbombs
And he’s a footnote to an anecdote
In the History of Rock n’ Roll
Well I love me some L7, Electric Frankenstein
Nashville Pussy and Throw Rag anytime
I hail the Hellacopters, I love Electric Six
My money’s on Mudhoney to kick us in the dicks
And oh yeah, The Supersuckers, man, The Supersuckers are the fucking Greatest Rock n’ Roll Band in the World!
And we’re a footnote to an anecdote
In the History of Rock n’ Roll
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Everything happens for a reason
Such a stupid thing to say
I don’t attack what you believe in
Or ask about the price you had to pay
I can’t remember when it happened
I know I used to be alive
I guess my ass just got a slappin’
And everything inside me died
You don’t wanna know
And I don’t want you to find out
What I’m going through
Doesn’t need another shout out
Nothing really matters
And I’m never gonna cry
I’m already dead inside
Yeah I remember being happy
And how I used to smile
But now that everything is crappy
That hasn’t happened for awhile
But now I worry about nothing
Oh yeah, I barely even try
I ain’t takin’, I ain’t bluffin’
I’m telling you I’m dead inside
Nothing left to lose and nothing to hide
Yeah I’m dead inside
And now I worry about nothing
Yeah I barely even try
No I ain’t faking, I ain’t bluffing
I’m telling you I’m dead inside
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Breaking My Balls
03:10
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Yeah you keep on breaking
And I just keep on taking it
I ain’t gonna fake it no more
It’s time to stop the nagging
You being such a drag and
I can’t til I show you the door
Now I got my back to the wall
And it looks like I’ll be taking the fall
And you don’t care at all!
Oh you’re breakin’ my balls.
Yeah you got the knack
Just take another crack
You can kick ‘em up and down the hall
Grab and hold ‘em tight
Squeeze with all your might
I guess we’re gonna fight til we fall
You think you’re gonna settle the score
And you know I’m gonna know what for
And you’re hungry for more!
Oh you’re breakin’ my balls
Break, break, breakin’ my balls
Breakin’ my balls, Breakin’ my balls!
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The Worst Thing Ever
03:46
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I asked my baby when she coming back
She said, ‘Prolly ‘round a quarter to never’
Now I’m alone when I hit the sack
And it’s pretty much the worst thing ever
Yeah it’s pretty much the worst thing ever
I used to be so witty and wise
So handsome and carefree and clever
And then the lights went out behind my eyes
And it’s pretty much the worst thing ever
Yeah it’s pretty much the worst thing ever
The worst thing ever when you left me alone
And now it looks like you might never come home
All these mistakes are mine to own
And it’s pretty much the worst thing ever
Yeah it’s pretty much the worst thing ever
I might’ve thought that there’d be some kinda prize
A reward for my endeavor
But that turned out to be a bag of lies
And it’s pretty much the worst thing ever
Yeah it’s pretty much the worst thing ever
The worst thing ever when you hung me to dry
And now I’m waiting and I’m wondering why
All these tears are mine to cry
And it’s pretty much the worst thing ever
Yeah it’s pretty much the worst thing ever
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What’s up with this motherfucking thing’
I can’t figure it out
You gotta help me, you gotta help me
I need help man, I gotta figure it out
I need to to know, I need to know
I might need you to show me what it’s all about
What’s up with this motherfucking thing’
I can’t figure it out
I can’t do it, I can’t do it
I can’t make it work, man, you gotta help me out
You gotta show me, you gotta show me
You gotta let me know, man, gotta show me how
Oh yeah. Show me how!
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7. |
Cold Wet Wind
03:16
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Cold wet wind blowing in my face
Mean hard wind, messing up the place
Cold wet wind blowing me down
Cold wet wind
Better when it ain’t around.
You’re like the cold wet wind just a blowing all the time
Make a mess of the leaves scattered in my mind
And there’s nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
‘Cause this particular wind keeps on blowing inside
It’s the cold wet wind and it’s coming your way
Thunder on the horizon, darkening your day
Nothing you can do, nothing you can say
With the cold wet wind blowing you away
Here it comes again... It’s the cold wet wind
Cold wet wind blowing in my face
Mean hard wind messing up the place
Cold wet wind blowing me down
Cold wet wind
I like it better when it ain’t around.
It’s the cold wet wind cutting through my clothes
Got me huddling up, got me wiping my nose
Roll up the windows and lock all the doors
The cold wet wind got me down on the floor
Here it comes again... It’s the cold wet wind
C-C-Cold wet wind blowing in my face
Nasty ass wind stinking up the place
Cold wet wind blowing me down
Cold wet wind
I like it better when it ain’t around.
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'Til I Die
02:52
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Well I might be the singer in a big rock band
But I’m taking my life with my own bare hands
Everyone gonna mourn, gonna father around
As they lower my bloated ass in the ground
Won’t make no sense, ain’t no good reason why
‘How could this happen to such a nice guy’
You’re gonna wonder how it went so awry
I’m gonna choke myself and masturbate
Til I die
I’m here to tell you I’m a selfish pig
And tonight I’m gonna end it all right after the gig
And I won’t give a shit what anyone thinks
When I’m hanging from a doorknob in a pool of my own stink
And now that you know how it all went down
How sick and twisted - I ain’t fucking around
You might be amazed how downright depraved
I should’a took my dirty little secret to the grave
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9. |
Private Parking Lot
03:12
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In the private parking lot
Just doing what we oughtta not
Yeah we do it and we don’t get caught
In the private parking lot
In the private parking lot
Doing shit that you wish you forgot
Smoke the weed that your best friend brought
In the private parking lot
You gotta give it more than all you got
Just put it right there in the slot
You bring the burgers and I’ll bring the brats
It’s even better than you ever thought
In the private parking lot
Just take a knee or cop a squat
You lose your place and you lose the plot
In the private parking lot
It’s hard to handle yeah it’s hot to trot
After the fight has been fought
Just get up and give it one more shot
It’s even better than you ever thought
In the private parking lot
If you want it man, this is the spot
If you can’t buy it here it can’t be bought
In the private parking lot
Oh, the private parking lot
In the cold and in the hot
Just be cool man, don’t be a twat
In the private parking lot
In the private parking lot
Just doing what we oughta not
Yeah we do it and we don’t get caught
In the private parking lot
Yeah we’re just doing what we oughtta not
In the private parking lot
You gotta give it more than all you got
Doing shit that you wish you forgot
You bring the burgers and I’ll bring the brats
In the private parking lot
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Supersuckers Seattle, Washington
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