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F.U.B.A.R.
02:14
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On this highway we call life
There are bound to be road blocks
But what happens to those whose
Lives get totally stopped?
Some circumstances can’t be overcome,
When the powerful step in.
Binding chains can’t be broken
When shackled to fragile shins.
Bricks firm in hand
Let’s take a stand
We’ll tell the man
It’s time to make it happen.
They can’t keep us down
When we come around
The ‘Muri-can dream’s
F U B A R!
No more can we swallow your lies;
Tepid excuses meant to shut us up.
Thrashing rage will free us of your binds
We’ll be the poison in your cup.
When we find the place we belong
Our anger won’t be belied,
What was once a nightmare will bring our day--
The American Dream will be realized!
Bricks firm in hand
Let’s take a stand
We’ll tell the man
It’s time to make it happen.
Their minds won’t doubt
All as one we’ll shout
“The ‘Muri-can dream’s
F U B A R!”
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What happened to us?
How'd we let our scene
Turn over and die?
Can't blame the cops,
Can't blame the venues;
We stopped playing and
They stopped comin'.
And now our sound's on life support!
1, 2, 1 2 3 4!
Punk's not dead, it just sucks now!
Where do I go to find the music that's loud?
Ain't got no life without the basement crowd.
Punk's not dead, it just sucks now!
We'll bring it back,
Rise from the ashes.
There's still a place for us to thrash!
DIY sound
We make the most of nothin'.
We refuse to die
We'll be a Minor Threat
2, 1234
Wanna hear the story
Of an old Punk's glory?
Punk's not Dead, it just sucks now.
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Spilling Over
01:52
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You know what it’s like
When life begins to weigh down
And every little problem
Is another added grain of sand.
The pounds add up
When there’s no escape or solutions
Nowhere to turn to
To take it out tonight.
When red is all you see
It’s building inside
Let go of the coals
Or get burned alive!
It’s a wave of emotion
On a ride of hatred.
Spilling over in a fight
All those things you said
Didn’t mean it but it’s
All in the open!
When life tightens the vice,
It’s a matter of time!
The boss you’ve always hated.
Your girlfriend who stays out too late!
Your nosy neighbor or that
Pesky stray dog!
From the longest Monday,
To the shortest Sunday
The wick of your patience
Burns hot to the end.
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4. |
Out of Step (cover)
01:09
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I don't smoke
I don't drink
I don't fuck
At least I can fuckin' think!
I can't keep up,
Out of Step with the world.
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Beyond Order Muskegon, Michigan
Opinionated thrash punk from West Michigan.
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