1. |
Rings A Bell
02:58
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NO SYSTEM NO CONTROL
Time to get ready for the night of your life
you're fuckin with FTS that's right.
Hardcore Punks, Thrown-away Kids.
Living our life out on the skids
HEY! HO! HERE WE GO!
out the door time to see a show
HEY! HO! HERE WE GO!
kids on the street just looking for some kicks
NO! NO!!! NO SYSTEM NO CONTROL
NO! NO!!! NO SYSTEM NO CONTROL
Step to us we'll have you seeing stars
Mama askin "How'd you get them scars???"
out in philly we play ruff
don't come looking for no two hand touch
HEY! HO! HERE WE GO!
out the door time to see a show
HEY! HO! HERE WE GO!
kids on the street just looking for some kicks
NO! NO!!! NO SYSTEM NO CONTROL
NO! NO!!! NO SYSTEM NO CONTROL
they can't tell us what to do
they can't tell is what to wear
they can't tell us what to consume
or force feed us prayers
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2. |
Droppin The Ball
03:41
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Life starts happening, its so full of hope
slowly vaseline slides down the rope
sends us slipping and sliding across the ice
of this cruel joke we call life
no solutions your conclusions
swings back around your solution
try and try hard as you can
things in this world you will never comprehend
ghost in the mirror fear in your eyes
yellow thats running right down your spine
all are signs your grip has slipped
and you already got one foot in the crypt
Life doesn't matter thats what you say
will you feel the same on your dying day
life's layed before you what have you done
there are bells that cannot be unrung
life starts happening, its so full of hope
slowly vaseline slides down the rope
sends us slipping and sliding across the ice
of this cruel joke we call life
wait? what happened??? What did I miss??????
is life supposed to be this waste land abyss?
do we all sit together and put our differences aside?
do we all sit alone and watch ourselves die?
(will verse)
Walking thru south philly
thru these trashy streets of shit.
The only thing I can do anymore is drink Fuck
and throw myself into a circle pit!!!
And life has gone dry for me
when it's a clock and nothing to do.
Work is not exciting, it's like slavery
and benefits nothing for me and you
its sick and twisted but this is life and I tell you the truth
no matter how old I get there are three rules i can never forget
never surrender never give in never let the bastards win
if you do, your time is through and you know what you must do
life starts happening its so full of hope
slowly vaseline slides down the rope
sends us slipping and sliding across the ice
of this cruel joke we call life
wait? what happened??? What did I miss??????
is life supposed to be this waste land abyss?
do we all sit together and put our differences aside?
do we all sit alone and watch ourselves die?
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3. |
Bad News: Bomb Drop
01:19
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woke up on the wrong side of bed today
nothing for me is gonna go my way
walked out the door there goes the bus
looks like I'm walking looks like i'm fucked
looking my life through an empty cup
looks like I'm out of luck
BAD NEWS
BAD NEWS
BAD NEWS: BOMB DROP
BAD NEWS
BAD NEWS
BAD NEWS: BOMB DROP
walked into work late hooray!
boss said it's your lucky day!
go to the front and grab your check
its not enough to pay your rent
looking my life through an empty cup
looks like I'm out of luck
BAD NEWS
BAD NEWS
BAD NEWS: BOMB DROP
BAD NEWS
BAD NEWS
BAD NEWS: BOMB DROP
Looks like its my lucky day
I'm squatting in the streets of philly PA
Heard about this in a crust pop song
knew Rob was right all along
Now we BUCKET FLUSH with the rain
watch our shit roll down the drain
this life has gotten to real
it's no longer a happy meal
looking my life through an empty cup
looks like I'm out of luck
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4. |
AYE CARAMBA!
01:15
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Its a not down, dragged out, whiskey swigging world
who knows when the curtain will be pulled
have some fun while we can
one day this world will surely end
PLAY PLAY OVER AGAIN
LET IT SPIN AROUND YOUR HEAD
No masters No leaders unless they're us
cause we're the ones that never run
from the problems that we face
fight them with every passing day
PLAY PLAY OVER AGAIN
LET IT SPIN AROUND YOUR HEAD
IT'S A NOT DOWN, DRAGGED OUT, WHISKEY SWIGIN WORLD
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