1. |
Two Stroke Smoke
00:10
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Brap Brap
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2. |
Anarchist
01:10
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I KISSED THE ANARCHIST
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Guns
02:42
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Billie is a wreck
He smokes a cigarette
His brother didn't come home
Now Billie smokes alone
Put down your guns
Oh brother please
An arms race
Won't make us free
He saw it on the news
Billie thought it wasn't true
A gun bought yesterday
Took Billie's brother away
Put down your guns
Oh brother please
An arms race
Won't make us free
Put down your guns
Oh brother please
An arms race
Won't make us free
Bullet in your hand
Won't make a friend
Bullet in your gun
Now we're done
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4. |
No Beer
01:57
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No beer, no rest, my minds, a mess
Can't smoke at home, can't fuck alone
I can't go out cause I'll freak out
I'll stay in bed give myself head
Thats okay I'll be just fine
I'll learn to fuck in my own time
Buy a pack of cigarettes
So I can smoke after I have sex
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5. |
I Can't Skate (EP)
02:37
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My friends hate that I can't skate
I sit alone at the park
Grab myself another drink
Think I need something more
So I'll take a bump or three
Make myself feel better
My friends hate that I can't skate
Hate myself even more
I, I can't skate
I, I can't skate
My mom bought me some skate wax
She should know I can't use that
My mom hates that I can't skate
I hate myself even more
I, I can't skate
I, I can't skate
I, I can't skate
I, I can't skate
I can't skate
I bused my ass
In front of the cute girl in class
And I hang my head in shame
Cause I still can't skate
No I still can't drop in
Say my board's been stolen
And I feel like I'll cry
Every time that I try
I, I can't skate
I, I can't skate
I, I can't skate
I, I can't skate
I can't skate
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I don't wanna get up today
I'm feeling sick
Sick and tired of
Getting paid like shit
Drink from an empty bottle
And pretend that I'm drunk
Gonna call out of my job
Tenth time this month
Babe, when will we recognize
The whole fucking point of living
Is just to die
We work, all day
For a couple of bucks
Why can't we all decide to
Just give up
I don't wanna wake up today
Think I'm gonna quit
Lay alone in my bed
and just beat it
Babe, when will we recognize
The whole fucking point of living
Is just to die
We work, all day
For a couple of bucks
Why can't we all decide to
Just give up
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Mary Jam Minneapolis, Minnesota
Garage Rock/Surf Punk Trash. Based in the Twin Cities.
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