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So long and thanks for all the shoes

"So long and thanks for all the shoes" contiene le seguenti canzoni:

  1. It's my job to keep punk rock elite
  2. Kids of the k-hole
  3. Murder the government
  4. Monosyllabic girl
  5. 180 degrees
  6. All his suits are torn
  7. All outta angst
  8. I'm telling Tim
  9. Champs elysées
  10. Dad's bad news
  11. Kill rock stars
  12. Eat the meek
  13. The desperation's gone
  14. Flossing a dead horse
  15. Quart in session
  16. Falling in love

It's my job to keep punk rock elite

Indiscriminate i'd rather be elite i'll choose my own shit
scene unsubstantiated rumors flown are true i'm here for me not you non
conglomerate i mean what i say i'm not your fucking scape goat apparently i've
alienated some it seems my job's half done you'll never understand it try buy
and brand it i win, you lose, cause its my job to keep punk rock elite this
music ain't your fuckin' industry

Kids of the k-hole

Everybody needs some time away just stuck in the k-hole
again an is hour holiday just stuck in the k-hole again, just once again mrs.
kitty ketamine your perseverance may outlast my ambition to go home infatuation
with your dark side, i obey forbidden pleasures, i have grown to loathe/love
somewhere between eden and north utopia somewhere beneath astral plain i've
taken residence on sybaritic soil you won't be seeing me again you won't be
seeing me again dropping crumbs and flying thumbs won't help me get back home
the home is where the heart is, i've been told 'cause i promised my heart to her
she cooked it medium well then preceded to swallow it whole it may sound good to
you it may sound oh so wrong just stuck in the k-hole again winter's broken,
summer's gone just stuck in the k-hole again just once again.

Murder the government

I wanna see the constitution burn wanna watch the white
house overturn wanna witness some blue blood bleed red i wanna tar and lynch the
kkk i wanna pull and shoot the nra (yeah, yeah, yeah) murder the government,
murder the government murder the government, and then do it again.. yeah murder
the government, murder the government murder the government, and then murder the
government

Monosyllabic girl

I take her to aquarium, she says "shark" i take her to the
planetarium, she says "dark" i take her to the seaside where she likes to spin
and twirl she says "sure" and "cool" and "yeah" she's my monosyllabic girl i
take her to the university, she says "huh" i take her to our anniversary, she
says "one" i take her to the jewellery store i say "diamond," she says "pearl"
oh everyone know i'm in love with a monosyllabic girl

180 Degrees

It's so easy to defend the status quo with everyone so
cool and cynical but when you see the end don't justify the means it's just that
180 degrees the greatest thing about bein' a human the ability to reason but
reasoning don't work when no one cares two parts apathy, one part despair guess
what, this might come as a surprise i'll no longer roll my eyes a chance of
heart to let the conscience breath one quick twist, just 180 degrees yeah, i
know the right thing to do yeah, anti tradition tried and true yeah, a world
where wrong has right of way yeah, fuck that world, fuck that hierarchy go
ahead, work, waste your life away fuck that world, go fuck that right of way

All his suits are torn

Billy cobin lost it all we knew he would eventually some
wonder why he took the fall others just ask who the hell is he and why should we
care for him a baggy man with baggy clothes a face made of paper mache he lost
his humor years ago along with his molars his head planted beneath his shoulders
kill the pain, integrity don't keep you warm and sane don't throw me out with
the bath water don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me

All outta angst

I'm not insane, i'm not bummed out i got no one to blame,
nothing to change i got no evil to fight one thing's for sure, i'm all outta
angst society don't bother me and there's something wrong with that so i'm off
to pakistan, learn the laws of islam fundamentalism, forget that rock-n-roll no
cigarettes, no drink, in fact it's difficult to think about getting laid when
you don't even get to see her face i'm not insane i'm not insane, i'm not
liquored up i got nothin' to do, nothing to lose i got no place to call home one
thing's for sure, i'm all outta angst society don't bother me, there's something
wrong with that next stop mongolia don't get to golf or fuck or bowl with ya
throw out that handicap no stepping out till spring, in fact it's difficult to
sing when it's 20 below and that's during the day i'm not insane

I'm telling tim

You better watch out, you better not cry you better put out
records diy cause it's not what you've done, it's what you've been if you fuck
up, i'm telling tim take you out of book your own life part six you won't play
again at abc when you're gonna ostracized like lawrence when i tell tim, i'm
telling tim i'm telling tim, i'm telling tim

Champs Elysées

Je m'baladais sur l'avenue, le coeur ouvert a l'inconnu.
j'a vais envie de dire bonjour a n'importe qui n'importe qui et ce fut toi, je
t'ai dit n'importe quoi, il suffisait de te parler, pour t'apprivoiser. aux
champs-élysées, aux champs-élysées au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit,
il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux champs-élysées tu m'as dit "j'ai rendez-vous
dans un sous-sol avec des fous, qui vivent la guitare a la main, du soir au
matin". alors je t'ai accompagnée, on a chanté, on a dansé et l'on n'a même pas
pensé -- a s'embrasser aux champs-élysées, aux champs-élysées au soleil, sous la
pluie, a midi ou a minuit, il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux
champs-élysées

Dad's bad news

Don't believe a word your grandfather says he's been
classified grade a psychotic you see it from the hole in his head a saner man
would have used a bigger gun degeneration ah ah ah ah ah the lunatic clause was
written for you the story spoken is a story unheard by you so listen cause it's
unbelievable a certain trait has passed while centuries turned this certain
trait has been a family tradition no simple way to tell you, son we share the
same red tainted blood i'm gonna kill me, you're gonna kill you killing you...
don't believe a word you're grandfather says don't believe a word you're
grandfather says don't believe a word you're grandfather says he's a psychotic,
a grade a psychotic

Kill the rock stars

"Kill the rock stars" how ironic, kathleen you've been
crowned the newest queen kinda like the punk rock gloria steinham you can't
change the world by blaming men can't change the world by hating man just cause
i don't know the reason you're so pissed don't dare tag me misogynist i thought
the goal here was mutual respect not constructing a separate sect i wish i could
have seen courtney demonstrate some real misogyny can't change the world by
hating men

Eat the meek

Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe y mussed oui stay
wear wee don't bee longe because there's never gonna be enough space so eat the
meek, savor the taste it's always gonna be a delicacy lick your chops and eat
the meek y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe y mussed oui stay wear wee
don't bee longe the factory mass producing fear, bottled capped, distributed
near and far sold for a reasonable price and the people, they love it, they feed
it brush with it, bathe with it, breathe with it inject it direct to the blood
it seems to be replacing love y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe y
mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe because there always gonna be taken
truth forgotten code discarded youth you know there's always gonna be pedigree
one own the air, one pay to breathe y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe y
mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe

The desperation's gone

Trip down the stairs into hell cathay de i miss your smell a
mixture of puke, beer, stale piss fuck, sweat, and fear adrenaline addicted, the
blood leak from my head kinda concerned my friends but at the time it felt so
right the music blaring on. now that desperation's gone the desperation's gone
turn, tune the knob k-go some alterna radio strategic marketing hype, media,
stereotype has our music been castrated? yes to you it may sound good to me it
sounds all wrong the notes and chords sound similar the same forbidden beat, but
the desperation's gone (the song's the same) but the desperation's gone

Flossing a dead horse

Strumentale

Quart in session

It's funny how nothing seems much fun anymore to me now
that i quit the drink 'cause soberness might be what i need but it's certainly
not how i wanna be nothing seems much fun anymore to me consequence never had
any time to think about what coulda, shoulda, happen to me c-common sense my
parents said i didn't have any, but now look whose got the dough no longer born
to lose put away my party shoes missin' the alcohol don't feel like goin' out
nothing worth singin' about missin' the alcohol without tonic n gin without no
vicodin nothing seems much fun anymore to me (x4)

Falling in love

Blast oxygen masks, smoke filled cabin depressurize, don't be
afraid, hold onto me we're goin down, but not our love death don't seem so bad,
'cause i'm with you my only love, so close your eyes kiss me one last time,
we're gonna die, but not our love, not our love