Elitist attitudes

you put quarters in the juke box to complain about the songs
you used to be supportive now you're telling us we're wrong
but nothing's really changed, we're still a bunch of kids
still singing nothing fucking different than we ever did
still playing for the kids
but why should i be justifying what we try to do
to somebody who sits around talking shit like you
you try to so hard to segregate
the kids who still participate in what you claim to be part of
you eliminate it
divide and seal our fate
elite few
who needs you?
elite few
the maine punx are everywhere, in every fucking state
it's all the kids who refuse to live how their fucking peers dictate
it's all the kids out getting shit for how they look and how they think
that's why we'r all still singing it, and anyone can join in
you missed the fucking point

Everyone's afraid

preach about the poisons that contaminate the earth
follow a religion, others question what it's worth
frustrated by the outcome, but never say a word
talk about the causes, but never say a word
we all know the problems
we all know the fear
all have existed, but haven't changed in all these years
talk about the guard who wears the flag on his sleeve
burning in his eyes he's blinded by belief
belief in a structure built in the past
time creates an action, but it better happen fast
hand out all the pamphlets
peel all the stickers
little do we know that the woods are getting thicker
who creates a path
we all know the way
let down your guard, cause everyone's afraid

False patriot

you say you believe in peace and freedom
but you'll never be free without a fight
you say you believe in the government
when all they do is take away our rights
you've gotta fight for you beliefs
we need to stand together to win this war
you say you believe in the justice system
but who is to say what is just or fair?
you say you believe in the constitution
when equal rights don't apply everywhere
and i don't want to hear, i'm fucking lucky i live here
cause half you people don't give a shit, about what's right or wrong
so why should we care, if you don't think we belong?
you say you believe in peace and freedom
but you'll never be free without a fight
you say you believe in the government
when all they do is take away your rights
you say you believe in the justice system.
but who is to say what is just and fair?
you say you believe this country protects you
but the people of the country they don't fuckn' care

Filthy greedy guilt

blood on his hands, blood on his feet
it's the trial of the century
set him free and fill your wallet
it's your choice so go on and call it
you call it justice, i call it shit
but we're gonna have to live with it
there's nothing much that we can do
the rich go free while the poor get screwed

buy your freedom, sell your conscience
buy your freedom, sell your conscience

how can you look into the mirror and not see a heartless demon
cause when i look into your eyes thats all i'm fuckin seeing
you make a living telling lies
ignoring innocent peoples' cries
you have no compassion you greedy fuck
and you'd sell your soul to make a fucking buck

buy you freedom, sell your conscience
buy your freedom, sell your conscience

lying rich bastards drunk with power
charge an arm and a leg just to talk four an hour
tell them your story as we see it on t.v.
as reporters feed blood across our screen
the nation knows you did it
the lawyers know the law
the judge knows your guilty, but your free on a flaw
if you have a load of money then its plain to see
the poor get incarcerated and the rich go free
kills his kids and beats his wife
you try to set him free and that's not right
it's not alright
you knew he was guilty
but he was greedy and wealthy
his clothes still filthy
filthy rich is what you fucking crave
as you count your money night and day
you bought your car, you even bought your wife
at the expense of someone else's life

buy your freedom, sell your conscience
buy your freedom, sell your conscience

justice system
buy your freedom
fuck this system
sell your conscience

justice system
buy your freedom
fuck this system
sell your conscience

*ucking racist maggots

see it on t.v. it makes me sick to my stomach
people killing people because of their color
in texas, fucking bastards dragged a black man with a truck
as his body smashed and splattered they didn't give a fuck
i wouldn't give a fuck if a bullet struck them dead
stuck up on a burning cross as blood trickled down their head
those two fucking racist maggots shoul get ropes around their necks
as your body turns color you'll gasp your dying breath
the way you think, the way you think it makes me sick
the way you think is ignorant
the way you think it makes me sick
it's never too late for the hate to stop
clear your head and throw your propaganda out
don't blame your income or your problems on what someone can't choose
blame it on our corrupt nation: the red, the white, the screwed
being hassled or shit on because you're not white
living your life shouldn't have to be a fight
but it is a fucking fight as mindless nazis become cops
it's time to join together and make this madness stop
rally against them if they walk down your street
bearing swastike flags or wearing white sheets
as they chant white pride, spit in their face
let them know you think they are a disgrace
wake up white america, fuck off you cunt
an all white nation is something we're not
it's your life so try and live it
if you don't have it now, you're then never gonna get it

Get in the coffin



Hey fuckhead weekend party jock
You're just a piece of shit that talks
Hey rich sorority goldie locks
Out getting raped or suckin cock
Hey high school homie gangster snot
Hope your stabbed hope your shot
Hey dreaded white kid smoking pot
Trying to be what your not
Hey suit and tie I hipe you die
You laugh at me your lifes a lie
Hey clever jerk just ring it up
Caus any jerk could work your jo
Hey critic nerd hear this you slob
With mouth on retro rocker nob Wont all you losers cut it short
So I dont have to hear your shit anymore..

Kill yourself-Draino cocktail off a cliff
Kill yourself-ill the tub and slit your wrists
Kill yourself-Hangmans noose shot through the mouth
Kill yourself-You should be sick to death of yourself.

Here we are



There's a 15-minute fad rule
They're seven inches late
Here we are, too hard, too fast!
And I'm just the cynic to tell you
It just dont move me at all
Bubblegum punk trying to cater
To a crowd WITHOUT ANY BALLS!
Here we are, too hard, too fast!
And we don't need a fashion injection
Or a sales slip to tell us we're right
You look like a band tagged wall
And we dont need your sponsers
To tell us what we like
Never mind that disease
HERES SOME REALITY!!
Here we are, too hard, too fast... too bad!
Here we are, too hard, too fast!
And if you're not I hope you dont last
Cause I'm sick of watered down shit
You're on the wrong side
So fuck off and die!

Idle threats

someone said to me, "look what you did now."
half a dozen squad cars are breaking up the crowd
and if they stop the show we can't chant no authority
so i shut my mouth and just do what the police tell me.
what the fuck will change?
when all your threats are idle all your dreams are shit
fighting for your rights until you have the chance to do it
a uniform is power they have and you don't
that's why we gotta fight it, but you haven't and you won't
you know you've got the right to say what you believe
you know you've got the right to fight back physically
you know you've got the right to stand up for yourself
you know you've got the right just like everybody else
you know you've got the right, so what are you gonna do about it?

In the red

We've been good, but I know we can do better
Exactly what's expected right down to the fucking letter
If nothing's changed then where's my brain
If there's no reaction, we're bored again
Time to turn the volume up
More than before for those corrupt

In the red
Just look at your alternatives

We're not some fucking group for hire
And we wouldn't sing flat if we were really a choir
What's to gain by what we're playing?
Unless it's watered down it's not accepted by the mainstream
Loud and fast

Got no money
Couldn't care less
Play it louder

I don't like the fuckin' scene
You say it's part machine
He thinks it's too nice or too clean
They just want to be the stars
Make money with guitars
Why would they accept anything less?
We don't try to relate
With the consumer's taste
I couldn't think straight
If we were Green Day
So we'll play loud instead
Till the meter's in the red
We'll lose our fuckin' heads
'Cause this is not dead

Invite a coroner



no one's a gas like the living dead
set to mate their own brain and lead
pull you past your breaking point
smile's sinister, hear their creaking joints
carry on when i'm gone
say you want a little fun
a ghastly blast on the kid with the gun
this crazy thing, well its no act
"oh what a night" reads his epitaph
carry on when i'm gone
set on this path since the day he was born
it's a last ditch laugh so invite a coroner