1. |
Pour Some In My Mouth
00:29
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In the middle of nowhere
Coming to your town
Rolling to the venue
Sun’s up beers out
Check in with the door girl
Drink up party down
Pissing in the green room
Gonna get black out
Bodies are shaking
Fucked up smoked out
Room starts spinning
Gonna be a showdown
Gimme that mic
Turn it up get loud
Spilled my beer
Pour some in my mouth
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2. |
Party With Us!
03:01
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Ain't tough enough to party with us
If you wanna drink then lets get fucked up
Ain't tough enough to party with us
Rather get knocked down than to get knocked up
I don't care about your zodiac sign
I don't care if you're an English major
That pile of puke there says it all
A waste of beer, What up, Paul yeah?
Ain't tough enough to party with us
If you wanna drink then lets get fucked up
Ain't tough enough to party with us
Rather get knocked down than to get knocked up
Another shot, another beer
Another line, another year
Another night we won't go home
Another shot, another beer
Another line, another year
Another night we won't go home
Ain't tough enough to party with us
If you wanna drink then lets get fucked up
Ain't tough enough to party with us
Rather get knocked down than to get knocked up
Another shot, another beer
Another line, another year
Another night we won't go home
Another shot, another beer
Another line, another year
Another night we won't go home
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3. |
Waffle House
03:15
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Wanna be my girl?
Tell me I played good tonight
Wanna be my girl?
Can I count on you for a ride
Wanna be my girl?
Can you buy us some beer
Wanna be my girl?
I hope all your friends hear
I can pick you up from the county jail
You can watch me bleed, you can hear me yell
I don’t want nobody else
You must really hate yourself
Wanna be my girl?
Wanna be my girl?
wanna be your girl, wanna be your girl
Wanna be my girl?
Wanna be my girl?
wanna be your girl, wanna be your girl
R: Sittin in your car
Making out before the show
Some’ll love me now
Give me key-bumps of their blow
And when I die
They’ll all say they were my friends
But where’d they go
When I was ragged bout’ the hems
I can pick you up from the county jail
You can watch me bleed, you can hear me yell
I don’t want nobody else
You must really hate yourself
I’ll buy you dinner when they pay me
At Waffle House at 3AM
Maybe the jukebox here will play me
So you can eat your pancakes
And hear it, hear it again
Wanna be my girl?
Wanna be my girl?
wanna be your girl, wanna be your girl
Wanna be my girl?
Wanna be my girl?
wanna be your girl, wanna be your girl
Wanna be my girl?
Wanna be my girl?
wanna be your girl, wanna be your girl
Wanna be my girl?
Wanna be my girl?
wanna be your girl, wanna be your girl
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4. |
Make Them Pay
02:56
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You get ripped out into the cold world
Processed like a military soldier
Here's your shots, here's your backpack
Here's your teacher don't give her no lip back
Make a straight line, stand up straight
There's no honor in less than straight A's
Get a good job, gotta hold it down
To pay to keep your ruling class clowns
Somethings coming on
They wanna push us in the deep end
We can have it all, make it our own way
We can make them pay
We can start it off, we can push'em down
We can burn it to the ground
Get married, have three kids
Get each one of them numbers like your parents did
Hit repeat, the work hard
Have a heart attack working in the mortgage yard
If you're lucky, they will send you
To a place that we can remember you
But, guess what, now you pay rent
On your own dead body does it ever end?
Somethings going wrong
We gotta start it popping off yeah
We can have it all, make it our own way
We can make them pay
We can start it off, we can push'em down
We can burn it to the ground
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5. |
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We go on at midnight, but the beer here’s fifteen bucks
We're hanging outside, 'cause the band before us sucks
Rolling up blunts in the van hanging with our friends,
And you are them, and the party never ends
Shotgunning Beers in the Parking Lot
Shotgunning Beers in the Parking Lot
Shotgunning Beers in the Parking Lot
Shotgunning Beers in the Parking Lot
We used our drink tickets, in the van we're drinking more
With two kids from Shawnee who can't get in the door
Is this what it's always like when you boys go on tour
Yes it is, we are the sultans of…
Shotgunning Beers in the Parking Lot
Shotgunning Beers in the Parking Lot
Shotgunning Beers in the Parking Lot
Shotgunning Beers in the Parking Lot
Shotgunning Beers in the Parking Lot (x8)
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6. |
The Fight Has Commenced
04:00
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Whisky ridin through my bloodstream
The desert heat is red and angry
In that oblong box them girls will love me
Have your brother’s back all through the high street
Come on boys we caught em nappin
Skin that smoke wagon see what happens
Come on boys we caught em nappin
Skin that smoke wagon see what happens
You got the press men all on your side
I keep my pistol to the left side
We will commence this by the roadside
Rather you face me than take it broadside
Come on boys we caught em nappin
Skin that smoke wagon see what happens
Come on boys we caught em nappin
Skin that smoke wagon see what happens
Get your pictures made for mama
Won’t try to cause her too much trauma
That glass-top casket diorama
Should have told you then you was a goner
Come on boys we caught em nappin
Skin that smoke wagon see what happens
Come on boys we caught em nappin
Skin that smoke wagon see what happens
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7. |
Find Joe Cripps
03:18
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Find Joe Cripps
We’ve got to find Joe Cripps
Find Joe Cripps
Got to Find Joe Cripps
He was last seen leaving the White Water
A venue in Little Rock where he worked as a drummer
He had just gotten paid, was supposed to get laid
At the end of the night he refused a ride and then he walked outside
Find Joe Cripps
We’ve got to find Joe Cripps
Find Joe Cripps
Got to Find Joe Cripps
Some people say he had money on him
Some say two people followed him
Some people say he's buried in a shallow grave
His phone cut off and now we don't know where to put the cross
Find Joe Cripps
We’ve got to find Joe Cripps
Find Joe Cripps
Got to Find Joe Cripps
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8. |
Shred Season
03:00
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I read your message now my heart is hurt
Tore up our tickets to the big concert
I ripped the sleeves off of every shirt
It’s shred season again
I hit the gym at 6AM
About the time you’re waking up with him
Tanning bed till it burns my skin
It’s shred season again
She used to call me quadzilla
Or tyrannosaurus flex
Now if she calls me anything
It’s just her meathead ex
I broke the faucet to our kitchen sink
Trying too hard to mix a protein drink
I drink enough to make my urine pink
It’s shred season again
She used to call me quadzilla
Or tyrannosaurus flex
Now if she calls me anything
It’s just her meathead ex
Shred season (12x)
Shred season’s here again
Late at night when I work out best
A sore muscle’s sitting in my chest
It’s awful tired cause it don’t get no rest
It’s shred season again
It’s shred season again
It’s shred season again
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9. |
Call Tomo
03:04
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If you think you've got a problem
If you need some good advice
I know someone you should talk to
If you lived here you'd know him
Call Tomo, 'cause I really need some weed
Call Tomo, can you come fix my car
Call Tomo, he's like two hours late
Call Tomo, he's got one more drop to make
He hits high notes on the trumpet
He makes Jesus Christ look mean
If you were playing beach volleyball
You'd want him on your team
Call Tomo, he's scoping out the babes
Call Tomo, he's supposed to be on stage
Call Tomo, he's got discerning taste
Call Tomo, his girlfriend’s three weeks late
Call Tomo, 'cause I really need some weed
Call Tomo, can you come fix my car
Call Tomo, he's like 20 hours late
Call Tomo, he's got one more drop to make
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10. |
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Back before I was a rockstar
I drove to practice in a shit car
Look who’s got a hit record now
Cut the ties with my old friends
Now Wiki says I’m Californian
Look who jumped up on the cash cow
Now I go golfing on the weekends
I only hang with industry friends
They make my music more appealing
Business is a-boomin’
Don’t visit any of the old haunts
Just expensive restaurants
They pay big money just to see me
Custom bed but I soiled it
I’ll probably die on the toilet
Everyone who knows me wants to be me
Now I go golfing on the weekends
I only hang with industry friends
They make my music more appealing
Business is a-boomin’
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11. |
Sparky's City
02:19
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They board up their windows
And then they lock up their doors
And now the city you love
Ain't yours anymore
And then you watch em' surrender
The soul of your town
Now you've got luxury condos
And brunch options abound
Tear down those city council signs
What the
The fuck
What is this, downtown Frisco?
Sparky's City
This is Sparky's City
This is Sparky's City
This is Sparky's City
They say love it or leave it
But where do you go
When the city you love
Ain't the city you know
Tear down those city council signs,
What the
The fuck
We getting fro-yo in downtown Plano?
Sparky's City
Sparky's City
Sparky's City
this is Sparky's City
Sparky's City
This is Sparky's City
This is Sparky's City
This is Sparky's City
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12. |
It's Happening Tonight
02:45
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Sometimes I drink so much that I fall down
Got a skinned knee, did I hit the ground?
I been waking up in makeup
Spilt more liquor than money you made in this town
Whatever here occurs, you better hold on tight
Whatever has to happen, it's happening tonight
We're partying at Three Links, you better hold on tight
Whatever has to happen, it's happening tonight
Not leaving this dive bar without a fight
How much cocaine can I afford tonight?
Bum a cigarette, can you light it?
These Dallas cops are so polite
Whatever here occurs, you better hold on tight
Whatever has to happen, it's happening tonight
We're partying at Three Links, you better hold on tight
Whatever has to happen, it's happening tonight
It’s happening tonight
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13. |
Shed Some Skin
02:36
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What truly defines us are the things we hide
Or the things we lose in somebody else
Never gonna get it back, never get it back (4x)
In the summertime I'm gonna shed my skin
This will hurt someone, this will hurt someone
Can you feel the pulsing under my dead skin
In the summertime, in the summer sun
Oh the many words and hearts wasted upon me
That I gladly accepted under false pretenses,
Never gonna give it back, never give it back (4x)
In the summertime I'm gonna shed my skin
This will hurt someone, this will hurt someone
Can you feel the pulsing under my dead skin
In the summertime, in the summer sun
In the summertime I'm gonna shed my skin
This will hurt someone, this will hurt someone
Can you feel the pulsing under my dead skin
In the summertime, in the summer sun
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14. |
Doing Yoga In The Rain
02:32
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Your career is going fine
You buy expensive wine
To separate from the low-tier scum
But you're bored out of your mind
So now it's time
To find something to make your blood scream
We identify the same
In that we both feel pain
You think a pill is gonna fix you
You got one more problem
Now you do yoga in the rain
Like the Dalai Lama
You've identified your triggers
And now that's my problem?
Then I give them back to you
So now where's that got us?
You sell your plasma to get by
Until your mouth us dry
So you can get more from a liquor store
Then you stay out late at night
Hoping that you can hide
From this day and the next day
We identify in pain
We feel it all the same
You think a pill is gonna fix you
You got one more problem
Now you do yoga in the rain
Like the Dalai Lama
You've identified your triggers
And now that's my problem?
Then I give them back to you
So now where's that got us?
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15. |
21 Years
02:14
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Started this band when I was 15
Didn't think much past the shows and handjobs in the backseat
Pissing off the other bands
They were of drinking age but where were all of their fans?
Snuck underage friends in the bar
Cole MacLaren got a pass, he carried Bob's guitar
Never wanted nothing else
Just to dive off the stage into the pit and not hurt myself
Brought all the kids out to the shows
Smashed beers with everyone we know
Got banned from two out of three bars
We're still all carrying the scars
We sang a song about gay pride
And we encouraged all you folks to drink and fuck and fight
I know we play it to a hilt
It's somewhere in between decency and filth
You think this is a game? This is a lifestyle
This ain't no uniform, I was a bad child
I ain't the enemy, don't even know one
And you can thank the stars that I wasn't your son
Brought all the kids out to the shows
Smashed beers with everyone we know
Got banned from two out of three bars
We're still all carrying the scars
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16. |
Let The Party Die
04:29
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I'm down to just a thong
too drunk to sing this song
I was feeling so alive
gotta let the party die
Paul’s puking up a lung
and now Kyle’s playing drums
Hope Steph gives me a ride
gotta let the party die
Gotta let the party die
Gotta let the party die
Gotta let the party die
Gotta let the party die
We've all run out of beer
and I can barely hear
Left all our gear inside
Gotta let the party die
Tomo’s gonna leave his truck
And Johnny’s drunk as fuck
Catch you both on the flip side
Gotta let the party die
Gotta let the party die
Gotta let the party die
Gotta let the party die
Gotta let the party die
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The Wee-Beasties Denton, Texas
Founded in Denton, Texas, in 2000, symphonic punk collective The Wee-Beasties has established that it is here for a good
time and for a long time.
Fronted by the larger-than-life, mostly-naked Richard Haskins, The Wee-Beasties are a spectacle. Known for its onstage antics, the band’s shows have included BDSM demonstrations, Chippendales costumes, and heroic consumption of countless cans of beer.
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