1. |
Opener
01:17
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2. |
Above the Underwear
03:05
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You make me feel uncomfortable
Especially when you're breathing on my neck
You're kind of a hippie, kind of a loser
But definitely not a substance abuser
When you were in church getting saved
I was hitting on 15 year olds trying to getting laid
Just for information I'm not
Ever planning on getting caught
So give up, give up on me
Pass up this lack of opportunity
To show up to make me happy
So you can give up, give up on me
Save the children is what you said
Sometimes my only concern is getting head
But you would never be considered part of this plan
You're much too Christian for a one night stand
You don't understand me and I don't care
You gotta think above the underwear
You wanted to be our merch girl but not come to our shows
So now you should just probably
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3. |
Myspace Song
01:03
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Myspace is the place for me
I get to see everyone I want to see
I don't know who you are but you added me
So I'll take that as a compliment
But don't forget I'm only 14 years old
And you can't see my profile unless you're my friend
Add me, add me, I wanna be your friend
Comment my pictures or post a bulletin
I wonder what you look like in reality
'Cause right now you look pretty fuckin' good to me
I got a top 8, 16, 24
I used to go on once a week but now I'm just a whore
Myspace, you waste my time
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4. |
Ride It
00:45
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5. |
Thanks Mom
01:18
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Fuck the moms, fuck the dads
Fuck the goods, fuck the bads
Fuck Bush, fuck Padilla
Fuck Iraq, fuck Korea
Fuck the radio, fuck TV
Fuck the government's broadcasting
Fuck everything
Fuck teachers, fuck school
Fuck the kids who think they're cool
Fuck drugs, fuck music
Fuck that line, I had to use it
Fuck the San Diego music scene
Fuck the bands with all the green
Fuck everything
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6. |
Thanks Padilla
03:34
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You know I'm sitting in the same place
That you've sat before
And I couldn't care less that you're pissed 'cause
I know what I did and I still don't care
Lost weekend, stuck at home
Nothing to do and nothing to see
I'm still lost, check my head
I'm asleep but not in bed
I'll never change for anyone but myself
Punish me, play your game
But I'll still be the same
So what if I can't go out?
It's not like there's anywhere else I'd probably be
So what? I've started not to give a fuck
About anything that you say
It's not like I'd listen anyways
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