Pezcore

Now listen up and hear what I'm saying
If he's not talking to himself then he must be praying
Shine my shoes and ask for a dime
Then pick my pockets while I'm in line
He keeps telling me the score
Down at the liquor store

My very own flag

Something that's inside of me
It's something that I cannot see
Like rules and regulations
Passed down for generations
I wish I had my very own flag
And as I walk away
I can hear you say
I wish that I had my own flag

Johnny Quest thinks we're sellouts

Well I, really don't know
If it matters at all so
But we try to keep our prices low
For records and our shows
But is that, is that enough
Or is it that we're not punk enough
Or is that you think ska just sucks
But Johnny Quest, he thinks we're what ?

Johnny Quest thinks we're sellouts, sellouts (x 2), yeah
Johnny Quest thinks we're sellouts, sellouts
Johnny, yeah yeah

Well I, really don't know
If it matters at all so
But we try to keep our prices low
For records and our shows
But is that, is that enough
Or is it that we're not punk enough
Or is that you think ska just sucks
But Johnny Quest, he thinks we're what ?

Johnny Quest thinks we're sellouts, sellouts (x 2), yeah
Johnny Quest thinks we're sellouts, sellouts
Johnny, yeah yeah

Big

Wonder what hold things together
Is it political positions or maybe superstitions ?
The list goes on forever
It seems to go on forever
Are old rituals necessary to stand by
How many things just to get us through the night
And can we say their wrong altogether
The world keeps going on forever
It still looks big
Can everything in some way help us understand
From mathematical problems to rubber bands ?
And can we say it's wrong altogether
The world goes on forever
It still looks big

Shotgun

There was a kid so low, he couldn't stand up
No money, no respect and too much bad luck
Desperation had gotten to him at last
It was dark
Dark alley and a shot gun blast
And I knew a man everyone thought
Was out of his mind
He had a cane and seemed to be around all the time
And it's a shame, when a car rolls past
It was dark
Dark alley and a shot gun blast
Shotgun, no one ever thinks about it
Until your out of your head

Black coffee on the table

If only my problems were like water
They could be boiled away
And watching the steam drift upward
Watching my problems drift away
And watch the steam turn and twist
Watch it all drift away
Look how it rises and lifts
Watch my problems drift away
If only my problems were like water
They all could be washed away
And watch the water go downward
Watch it all go down the drain

Throw the brick

Two days before his mom moved him
To a trailer park in Florida from a suburb in Michigan
He left the house headed for someplace downtown
Thinking who needs them 'cuz they brought me down
Out on the streets words burning in his brain
With his pulse pumping just like a freight train
Wondering what he has to lose
What's to lose anyhow
If he throws this rock will it all be solved now
Throw the brick one more time
Thinking of the problems that I left behind
Throw the brick

Growing up on a couch

How many things that you believe
Are straight out of TV and magazines
And when comfort comes before truth
Can you say that you never knew
Sitting in front of your tv
Do you believe the lies
Given to us from another time
And can you say that everything is fine
When your ideology is only right half the time
I'm growing up on the couch

Blindsided

Isn't it funny that it all comes down to money
Running on a treadmill, wasting time
Keeps you too busy to lose your mind
I was blindsided out on the street
The tension was so thick I could hardly even breathe
And I don't like the way things are going down
I don't like the way things are going down
That's all, it's all
It's enough to knock me down
Man I was blindsided when a guy walked right past
Calls for help from this guy under the overpass
So I guess it's the "problem will go away if I block it out"
It's all enough to knock me down

Downbeat

Downbeat, downbeats coming for you
Everythings gone that you once knew
Trying to rely on what things used to be
And trying to live up to your responsibility
Everythings fucked up that you see
Downbeats coming for you
And it's coming for me
Trying to rely
Downbeats coming and you can't hide
Standing on the front porch
While downbeats collide
And downbeats coming up up
It's got a grin
And I'm left in this situation

Jen doesn't like me anymore

Jen thinks it isn't fair that I don't really care
If she likes me or not
And Jen doesn't like to settle
Until she makes me feel like Howie Reynolds
She thinks that I'm all that I've got
No Jen doesn't like me anymore
Jen doesn't like to go to the shows
She doesn't like my whoa, whoa's
Jen doesn't like me anymore

Out of the crowd

I won't compete because I don't need to be
In front of someone that wants to compete with me
Who needs another aggravation
Or a fucked up situation
So you call me burnt out
Call me washed up
Or weaker 'cause I won't get up
Be first in another line
Just one more time
'Cause I won't compete again
I can't hear a sound that's out of the crowd

Robo

So she's been around
Lived in every town
And she always seems to know
So she does a zine
Says she's in the scene
And she goes to the cool punk rock shows
And it's not like I've seen the world
And it's not cuz she's a girl
It's just cuz no ones always right
And I'm almost never right so she can't be
Yeah, he's been around
Likes to hear the sound
Of his voice annoying me
His shirt off at shows
Brand new punk rock clothes
Do you think that I have a choice to see
That I sometimes think he's wrong
And been talking way too long
In fact it's cuz no ones always right
And I'm almost never right
So you can't be

Where the hell is Mike Sinkovich ?

I've never known what made you get up and go
And what pushed you over the edge
When we were up on the roof
Was it the truth when you said
You never made a single difference
Did you get it in your head
That things are better left unsaid
When you up and left town now ?
Did you need to rearrange
Or did you need to make a change
Rather than just rotting the place
We used to hang around ?
I know that things have gotta change
I know your never coming back to this town
I wonder where you've gone
Who you're with
I still ask myself
Where the hell is Mike Sinkovich ?

Process

TESTO NON DISPONIBILE

Three quarters drunk

There's an old man at the very end
Of the parking lot leaning on his car and
Drinking beer and laughing out loud
Before my head starts spinning around
As I try to find a place to take a stand
But only wind up sitting anyplace I can
With Didjit's song stuck in my head
I kinda think I might of said
Now I'm three quarts drunk and I'm out of time

Boomtown

So here let's talk about the boomtown facts
You've got stick up kids coming right at my back
Two blocks of reasonable rent and it's only getting smaller
And the rest of boomtown is only getting taller
You've got ten miles of traffic and three hundred miles of roadway
And a million lights burning bright night and day
With all these lights going off like roman candles
It's getting too much for me to handle
Boomtown's only based on image torn down and built up from one man's vision
When all the workers are all up and gone
It feels like I'm sitting on a ticking time bomb

Short on ideas

Have you been feeling down, pushed around
Feeling like everything has been done before
Do I need to understand every word from every man
Or everything from every band ?
Can I say it's all been done before ?
Religion, science, similes to metaphors
Can it be that there's nothing new
When there's more ways of looking at the truth ?
The more things seem to change
The more they just stay the same
But now it's called a different name
Can you say things are new
When you look at magazines
And things you've seen in the news

One last cigarette

I check the time, it's 4 a.m.
And I just passed the westside buildings
All the broken glass
As I try to shake the cold away, but anyways
It's late at night and I'm about to crack
And decide to just walk the tracks
That I just walked yesterday
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