Badges We don't need no badges We don't need no stinkin' badges
ice machine, you cut me - thin line cut big scissors cut cut-loose cut bend tense snap break cut
I'm waiting and diversing I'm collecting...diversing information... liberation... Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs! Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs!
Our band could be your life Real names'd be proof Me and Mike Watt, we played for years Punk rock changed our lives. We learned punk rock in Hollywood
I had a girl She loved what she saw She loved me so good She made her daddy mad My woman cried She's dead to me now My woman ran off And I can't deny
what is peace to the people who work the land and die in wars? it was learned in a game that was played by us all who held the top of the hill from
the highest love, a woman's touch harmony a strong mind a strong body beauty all the things he couldn't be, all the things he couldn't have. Little
Force fed Sifted Tin can Pull handle Puppet Pull toys
List monitors arrive with petition. Iron-fisted philosophy... Is your life worth a painting? Is this 'girl vs. boy' with different symbols? Being born
son of a martyr son of a father you can look inside you you can look inside me you can put it together you can pull it apart you relapse unconscious
a ton of white boy guilt, that's my problem - obstacle to joy (one reason for drugs) slept on a mexican beach, slept in trash (american trash) thinking
Sometimes the news is like a loud hum in my amplifier It rings my head out like a filthy washcloth With little folds - thousands of little folds The
we'll talk some reason we could look at the past will the nation grow? prosperity may last can we look at the problems ahead? with our heads in
I believe when they found the body of general george a. custer quilled like a porcupine with indian arrows, he didn't die with any honor, any dignity
Working on the edge Losing my self-respect For a man who presides over me The principles of his creed Punch in, punch out Eight hours, five days Sweat
say now my trip in line with others have the door pointing to others door means a separate wall is in between symbols assert the big butt whoopin
born in the shed with the guitar on we jammed the schtik to do four gigs. with bits and pieces of a working thesis (?) we jammed the schtik to do
with yr revealing i get the feeling of a blind man in bed couldn't hear what i said with your revealing i get the feeling of a monk in a church a big
