So Long and Thanks for all the Shoes

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So long and thanks for all the shoes

     
It's my job to keep punk rock elite
Kids off the K-hole
Murder the government
Monosyllabic girl
180 degrees
All his suits are torn
All outta angst
I'm telling Tim
Champs Elysees
Champs Elysees (english translation)
Dad's bad news
Kill rock stars
Eat the meek
The desperation's gone
Flossing a dead horse
Qart in session
Falling in love

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 Noncunglumurate 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 to buy and brand it I win, you lose, cause it's 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 18 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 the 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 hart is, I've been told 'cause I promised my heart to her she cooked it medium weel then proceded 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 I wanna pay the lobbysts to kill themselves I wanna dose the DEA I wanna join the CIA (not really) It just seems so fucking easy to make this country a better place to live illegalize guns and lobbying (jail murders and extortionists) ... legalize drugs and prostitution (free salesmen and saleswomen)... 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 MONOSYLABIC GIRL I take her to the 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 monosylabic girl I take her to the university, she says huh I take her to out anniversary, she says one I take her to the jewelry store I say diamonds, she says pearl oh everyone knows I'm in love with a monosylabic girl 180 DEGREES It's so easy to defend the status quo with everyone so cool and cyncal but when you see the end don't justify the means it's just that 180 degrees The great thing about bein' a human the ability to reason but reasning don't work when no one cares 2 parts apathy, one part despair Guess what, this might come as surprise I'll no longer roll my eyes a change of heart to let the conscience breath one quick twist, just 180 degrees Yeah, I now 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 Billy Cobin had a time, Billy Cobin had a place following his iffteen minute climb Billy took a seven second leap a cannonball plunge of the deep 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 dont' 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 cigarette, no drink, in fact it's difficult to thikn 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 I got nothin' to do, nothin' to lose I got no place to call home one thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst society don'r 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 its 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 wont play again at ABC you're gona get ostracized like Lawrence when I tell Tim I'm telling Tim I'm telling Tim I'm telling Tim CHAMPS ELYSEES Je me baldais sur l'avenue le coeur ouvert a l'inconnu. J'avais 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-Elysees, aux Champs-Elysees au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit, Il ya tout que vous voulez aux Champs-Elysees Tu m'a dit "J'ai rendez-vous dans un sous-sol avec des fous, qui vivent la guitar a la main, du soir a matin". Alors je t'ai accompagnee, on a chante, on a danse et l'on n'a meme pas pense a s'embrasser Aux Champs-Elysees, aux Champs-Elysees au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit, Il ya tout que vous voulez aux Champs-Elysees Hier soir deux inconnus et ce matin sur l'avenue, deux amoureux tout etourdis par la longue nuit. Et le l'Etoile a la Concorde, un orchestre a mille chordes, tous les oiseaux du point du jour, chantent l'armour Aux Champs-Elysees, aux Champs-Elysees au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit, Il ya tout que vous voulez aux Champs-Elysees CHAMPS ELYSEES (english translation) I was walking on the street, my heart opened for the unknown. I just felt like saying hello to somebody. And that's how I met you. I said nothing special to you but it was enough to make you confiding. On the Champs-Elysees whether the sun is shining, it's raining, it's midday or midnight Everything can happen to you on the Champs-Elysees You told me:"I'll meet up with some guys in the cell who spend the whole day with a guitar in the hand." That's why I was walking along with you, we were singing, we were dancing but we didn't think of kissing On the Champs-Elysees whether the sun is shining, it's raining, it's midday or midnight Everything can happen to you on the Champs-Elysees Last evening we were nothing but two strangers and today on the street, two lovers, completely dopy of a long night From Etoile* to Concorde**, an orchestra of thousand chorals All the birds are singing of love in the morning On the Champs-Elysees whether the sun is shining, it's raining, it's midday or midnight Everything can happen to you on the Champs-Elysees * French:..etoile - star. It's the Place Charles de Gaulle that looks like a star ** It's the Place de la Concorde Any corrections are welcome! DAD'S BAD NEWS Don't belive a word your grandfather says he's been classified grade a psycotik you can 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 gona kill me, you're gona kill you kill you Don' belive a word your grandfather says Don' belive a word your grandfather says Don' belive a word your grandfather says he's a psycotik, grade a psycotik KILL ROCK STARS "Kill the rockstars" how ironic, Kathleen you've been crowned the newest queen kinda like the punk rock Gloria Steinham you can't change the world by laming men can't change the world by hating men Just cause I don't know the reason you're so pissed don't dare tag me mysoginist I thought the goal here was mutual respect not constructing a seperate sect I wish I could have seen Courtney demonstrate some real mysoginy cant change the world ba hating men EAT THE MEEK Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long Because there 's never gona be enough space so eat the meek, enjoy the waste it's allways gonna be a delicacy lick your chops and eat the meek Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long The factory mass production 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, breath it inject it direct to the blood it seems to replacing love Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long Because there always gonna be token truth forgotten code discaret youth you know there's always gonna be pedigree one own the air one pay to breath Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee long 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 the desperation's gonne Turn, tune the knob K-go some alterna radio strategic marketing hype, media, stereopype 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 QUART IN SESSION It's funny how nothing seems much fun anymore to me now that I quit the drink 'cause soberness, it might be what I need but it's certainly not how I wanna be Nothing seems much fun anymore to me Consequence never had anytime to think about what coulda, should, 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 going 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 on the last time, we're gonna die, but not our love, not our love