War On Errorism

Medio-core
It's not forsaken
The music they're makin'
Will leave you with a feeling of indifference
How was the band?
They were okay (okay)
Not great (all right)
But pretty good
They played the songs I knew they would
Some old
Some new
The same formula stays true
We can conquer
It's medio-core

Sing
Sing a song
Make it simple
So all the kids can sing along (ahh)
Sing along (ahh)

The list keeps growin'
The melodies been stolen
Remind me of songs sung in the 70's
You might fool the kids
But you don't fool me
Have you ever heard of something called
aboriginality?

Is it absurd
To compose music no one's ever heard
Predictability
Like a bussom will comfort them
My one true foe
L.C.D.

(Medio-core) It's upper powered
The riffs are all deflowered
(Medio-core) It's spreading faster
Than British tooth decay
(Medio-core) Are you ready to rock?
How ya'll doing tonight?
(Medio-core) You condescending fucks
Make me wanna laugh and puke at the same time.
(Medio-core)
I want to speak
This song sounds like fifteen you've heard before
Medio-core

Sing
Sing a song
Make it simple
So all the kids can sing along (ahh)
Sing along (ahh)

It's okay don't be ashamed allow yourself a little hate, I really hate hate haters
a little hate is not so bad, when directed at injustice and evil doers
you can turn the other cheek, but dont turn the other way, indifference is our biggest threat

Enemy of the planet we finally have a common cause a catalyst
a reason to forget about our differences and stand as a united front it's up to us
to expose and humiliate the Errorists, the American Errorists, we'll start with one
I know just one, the war has begun

It's kinda hard to wear high heels, or slip on banana peels
How does she get in and out of tubs
I hope she dont get mad, I hope she thinks this song is good not bad
Cause we think that she's totally rad, she's nubs.

No fingers, no toes, she doesn't own elbows,
No phalanges no knobby knees to knock
She don't need knuckles or hands to go see punk rock bands
She's always in the stands, she's nubs
She can't pick up a phone, she can't get dressed alone
She's got no funny bone, she's nubs
No shoes for feet but we sure do think she's neat, she's nubs, she's nubs, she's nubs.

I asked her if she want a drink, I asked her if she liked Toronto,
I asked her to go out to the bar, but all she said was no thanks, no and no

It was time for us to leave, so I grabbed and shook her sleeve
and told her I'd see her at the next club she got into a pack
and some guy put her on his back, she said goodbye and kinda waved her stub

She's got beauitful eyes, and breasts regular size,
but without calves and thighs, she's nubs
It's hard to give good head or get tied to a bed,
when all you've got is a body and head, she's nubs

She's nubs, She's nubs, She's nubs...
Oh she may not walk the walk, and she may not like to talk
But boy she sure knows how to rock, she's nubs.

I got an invitation to anarchy camp
there will be twistin', fistin', biting, fighting all in an evening
the soundtrack will go multi platinum
barbecue a boca while the effigies burn
you may not wanna stay to see how we take care of a turncoat
Christina's kinda far away so come a long with me
we can dance and trip and be anarchists
we gotta get the manual and put it in the oven 'til it cooks
then we're gonna take the ashes to the wassail
and use them to spike the punch

rules of anarchy camp: reckless abandonment, random acts of dumbness will be rewarded
if you see somebody taking charge, you'll be expected to beat them
cuz everyone who's no one, will be participating
no one who is someone, will ever get to know the joys of anarchism, destruction of the system

so come along with us salad days and nights on the anarchaic bus
we're gonna pick up indigents and crusties and a half a dozen nuts
and we're never coming home

underwater basket-weaving (we got some arts and crafts)
meth-amphetamine symposiums (they last a couple days)
african killer spelling bees (you better get it right)
bowling in ice hockey rinks (of course checking is allowed)
anarchy camp's never inert (you think we dont know that it's)
not much fun 'til someone gets hurt (our only motto)
so we're greasing up the rusty vert ramp
time to make some reservations for next years anarchy camp

He's not smart, a C student

And that's after buying his way into school
Beady eyes, and he's kinda dyslexic
Can he read? No one's really quite sure
He signs stuff and he executes people
Maybe that's why, he doesn't have any friends
Cocaine and a little drunk driving
Doesn't matter, when you're the Commander in Chief.

Idiot son of an asshole
He's the idiot son of an asshole
Idiot son of an asshole
He's the idiot son of an asshole

Put on some make-up, turn on the 8-Track,
I'm putting a week back on the shelf,
Suddenly I'm the President, of the United States,
But then I woke up, and realized I'm still me.

He's too dumb, to eat pretzels, apparently smart enough to fix an election.
Moved boldly into the White House,
but most people voted against him.
He likes naps, He really likes naptime, A couple of naps and then a nap and then he's ready for bed,
He may be from Bush decent, but he's always gonna be the unpresident.

Idiot son of an asshole
He's the idiot son of an asshole
Idiot son of an asshole
He's the idiot son of an asshole
Idiot son of an asshole
He's the idiot son of an asshole

He's our president!

There's a place where some of us choose to live
a gated community cops can't come in
a neighborhood for punks over the hill
we're spendin' our golden years in mattersville
we can do whatever we want whenever we please
there's always a keg of beer and a block of cheese
we got charams,pinball,asteroids,space invaders,and missile command

we will grow old together we will play bridge and Texas hold 'em
Duane and Stevie Cab they still skateboard
but most of us lawn bowl and shuffleboard
we may be getting ripe but we ain't bored

we got a blackboard with some rules and laws
Hefe's got an 18 car garage
most the cars are smashed but so is Spike
twice a week on karaoke night
Eric Melvin lives next door to me
Limo and the Locknecks head security
at the end of my cul de sac
Davey Havok's house is painted black

we will grow old and fatter
we got our ville so what else matters
Trashy, Mod, and Kath are staying up
Nathan, Matt, and Dad are passing out
when california cracks we're all goin' down

lost in a sea of combat boots, flush the bouncers with wasted youth
when did punk rock become so safe, when did the scene become a joke
the kids who used to live for beer and speed now want their fries and coke
cursing and birds are not allowed, in fact let's keep noise levels down

must separate the church and skate

why dont we put pad on the kids, helmets,head gear and mouth pieces
then we could pad the floor and walls, put cameras inside bathroom stalls
we make sure only nice bands play, make every show a matinee,
teach kids to be all they can be,
and we could sing my country 'tis of thee,
sweet land of liberty

when did punk rock become so safe
i know it wasnt Duane or Fletcher, who put up the barricades
like a stake in the heart, somehow we got driven apart

i want conflict i want dissent, i want the scene to represent
our hatred of authority, our fight against complacency
stop singing songs about girls and love, you killed the owl you freed the dove
confrontation and politics replaced with harmonies and shticks
when did punk rock become so tame, these fucking bands all sound the same
We want our fights we want our thugs, we want our burns we want our drugs
where is the violent apathy, these fucking record's rated G

Frank, the new CEO had to answer to the board.
The board was getting anxious, and the shareholders were
on a bed, legs in air, ass-cheeks open wide
They were about to get fucked like it was their first time.
When one makes 20 million, ten thousand people lose.
What keeps that one from swallowing a shotgun?

Dan, the company man, felt loyalty to the corps.
After 16 years of service, and a family to support
He actually started to believe the weaponry and chemicals were for national defense.
'Cause Danny had a mortgage, and a boss to answer to.
The guilty don't feel guilty, they learn not to.

Helen is living in her car, trying to feed her kids.
She got laid off at work, and her house was repossessed.
It's hard to think clearly when it's 38 degrees.
Desperate people have been known to render desperate deeds.
But when she shot that family and moved into their home,
The paper read she suffered from dementia.