Explosion [DVD/CD]

Can't buy you Cadillac, a diamond ring
There's no dough in the ghetto
A nine to nine, got a barmy life
And I broke all the windows, we are the isolated ones

We're gonna run, run, run, get my loaded gun
Bel Air mannequin's too good for me
It walked by as if I was a bum kicking
My can across the dirty street to my mansion

At the dump we're your minority
In the city financial district we ain't blessed
I just seen a suit jump off a building
I guess the stocks in the market crashed

The solid waste here bulks in plenty of thieves
And plenty of greed, nothing to eat but a can of beans
And I'm stuck with l.S.E. projects road rage
Car jacks looting shoulders of the world
A no life gang fight parasite, shooting shoulders of the world

Had a treasure map that said
Park it over at the asylum
Took a gander over the fence
To an empty left hand kidney

Round and big with a perfect hip pearl
White smooth surface tile's
So blue fat coping lips
Grabbed our boards and we dropped in

We're carvin', we're grindin'
Skater dater
We're flyin', we're slidin'
Skater dater

Boards flew over the fence
Empty the pool and they will come
All of the greats from the past
Showed for one last session

We're carvin', we're grindin'
Skater dater
We're flyin', we're slidin'
Skater dater

Sweepers and laybacks
Indie airs and fast plants
The session of sessions
Skater dater

Here come all of the dogtowners
Make way for the badlanders
Boys from the South Bay of Orange County
Over the death box

Everyone blazed here comes to bulky
And jay strople salba blackheart
Malba Phillips pineapple gater
The worm six shooter Kiwi Waldo
To wally someone call me a cab

An old motel broad side of the road
there ain't been a lick of sense the manager hides
the lable sighsthrough booking agents and promoter ties

The contracts runnin out tonight
back to the laundromats tonight
We know our place we're in your face
we are a disgrace for the human race
no hallos here, none of us are saints

the underrated , the underdogs
the unnaounced, under the fog
the boat keeps floating and we keep rowing
Fuck Off we're marchin on
We've never been about business man
they won't play us on the radio
I guess we're just a bloody neusance
We're just a bunch of fucking punks

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Yer goin to the Rave
Yer goin to the Rave
Ya want to get laid gonna paint yer face

Goin to the disco
Goin to the disco
Man with the camel toe dancin to the techno

Goin to the rockshow
Goin to the rockshow
There hose'n off the pigs the devils in the backrow.

I'm a little mental I'm a little mental
I'm a gonna pogo through the glass window
the fog machine and the extasy in your mouth.....

it ain't sexy its just fuckin foul

Lobotomies and all the looniesCome on lets getem now
We gatta storm this mental ward, Walk with our heads held proud
Zombies don't and dead men walk, Standing all around
nobody feels they've got no pulse , we dance at the speed of sound
Get off your asses get off the mattress now

Go on back to the rubber room proud
ya gotta get back to the rubber room