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HOGS OF WAR
The wreck room and the Masquerade
Pizza Hut and Center Stage
And I miss the free Parmesan Cheese
The Reptile and the Club 688
the Reverend sings and masturbates
And my liver is diseased
Under the Couch and the Caboose
Mark’s House and The bama Slews
And I just broke a string
Pablos in Winston Salem
Wait, we never played that show
Cause James or Dom shit on his desk
Unleash the hogs of war
We came from the streets of crime
we came from farms of incest
and never made a dime
We played in hotels and smokey bars
But we played all the same
We never made a fucking dollar
But you all know out name
The OI bands hated our guts
The straight edge kids screamed we sucked
But we kept playing all the same
We were labeled with no label
But we kept our cards on the table.
And we kept playing the game
We never got credit for jack shit
But fuck your credit we never quit
Except all those times we went insane
You all can suck my fucking dick
Because we all know you shop at hot topic.
Because we know you are all so vain
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Simpers on Patrol
02:19
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Simpers on Patrol
Compact Cars & Movie Stars
Douche Canoes with Credit Cards
Monster Truck & Mullet Cuts
I'm gonna get you fucker- you're outta luck
Oh no!!! Simpers on Patrol
Magazines & Limousines
Hummer Trucks & Big Ass Things
Hondas, Toyotas, Chevys & Fords
I can't even open my fucking door
Oh No!!! Simpers on Patrol
Inconsiderate Son of a BItch
I hope you die from Crotch itch
Learn to park that fucking boat
If I see yer ass, yer gonna get choked
Oh No!!! Simpers on Patrol
There's only so much I can do
So I ask I implore you
If you see a car that's parked fucked up
Slash the tires & bust the windows up
And tell 'em Simpers is on Patrol
I don't hate people, I hate they way they park
IF they had some decency- they'd stop being such retards
Until they follow the rules- I'll have to be this way
I'm Simpers on Patrol - and you fuckers are gonna pay
Oh No!!! Simpers on Patrol
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R*tarded M*nster
01:56
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Retarded Monster
Hiding under your covers late in the night
Your closet door opens and gives you a fright
The covers are torn off and now you're in plain site
This evil nasty monster stands in the moonlight....and he says.....
Sitting at your desk and you hear a thump on the stairs
You think of ghosts and psychos as you sit in your underwear
You hear a yell and a rumble from your nightmares
Then you realize the murderer just fell down the stairs....and he says....
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Samurai Torture Death Machine
Our Numbers were small, but we had each other
We were raided and they have taken my mother
new kind of warfare we don’t understand
using the airwaves to carry out these plans
this Propaganda, has made us suffer
and the children die, And now we all suffer.
Propped up Toy Soldiers of hate and misery
I won’t let you corrupt or hurt and then fucking kill me
I will Seppuku because you have disgraced me
You have taken the human from all of Humanity
They pit you against them, and them against you
And they sit behind a desk and then get paid to
And you eat their words like it’s Christmas cake
But your stomach only fills with lies and hate
And because you are a sheep, you will suffer
Our grandchildren die, and we all will suffer
Propped up Toy Soldiers of hate and misery
I won’t let you corrupt or hurt and then fucking kill me
I will Seppuku because you have disgraced me
You have taken the human from all of Humanity
You’re an internet Meme that has grown out of control
news anchor who spews hate and condemns our very souls
politician who will kill us all for power and control
Social Media has bred ignorance and killed all the hope
There are too many of you now and it’s far too late
I must take my own life for my honor to be saved.
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Time Dont Stop
02:55
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Time Don’t Stop
There was a time when I needed you
But I think that time has gone
& I thought that you really needed me
But I guess that I was wrong
But we never cared for what the people said
Because we knew that we belonged
I wished it all would have meant something
But now it’s a fucking song
(We’re) swinging / spinning /swinging/spinning
(Time Don’t Stop it never stops)
Living dying, fighting breathing
(Time Don’t Stop it never stops)
I hate that clock on the wall
(Time Don’t Stop it never stops)
I have no time to hate you all
Time don’t stop! (all)
So we all went out on our separate ways
With the rumors, lies and myths
With all the shit people dreamed about
And the things we tried to forget
But we lived this life Like nothing could stop us
And we said fuck all the rest.
I was born this tone deaf asshole
But I will die like all the rest
(We’re) swinging / spinning /swinging/spinning
(Time Don’t Stop it never stops)
Living dying, fighting breathing
(Time Don’t Stop it never stops)
I hate that clock on the wall
(Time Don’t Stop it never stops)
I don’t have time to hate you all
Time don’t stop! (all)
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Big John Studd
02:12
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Now Big John Studd was a hell of a man
Wouldn't sell a move for just any man
He dared you to give him a body slam
better not cross Studd- Booker man
Now Big John Studd- You old son of a bitch
You're the only one who didn't fuck Tammy Sytch
Big John Studd- I got your LJN
I keep it right next to Bobby Heenan
Now Big John Studd fought stiff you see
Still had to perform the J-O-B
Shoulda be the champ so they could chase the heel
NWA style cause Studd's for Real
Now Big John Studd- You old son of a bitch
You're the only one who didn't fuck Tammy Sytch
Big John Studd- I got your LJN
I keep it right next to Bobby Heenan
Hey Fralic- got back to the Field
No one wants you- not even the heels
Fridge Perry take you ass back to Aiken
There's only one man - and the world is quaking
Now Big John Studd- You old son of a bitch
You're the only one who didn't fuck Tammy Sytch
Big John Studd- I got your LJN
I keep it right next to Bobby Heenan
Old John Studd- you're a hell of a man
for a heel you still had the fans
I'll break kayfabe and let you know
without the undercard- there's never a show
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Dumb Bag of Shit 101
01:37
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Don't Care-
Gabba Gabba Gabba Hey!
You dumb bag of shit
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Picard's Acid Trip Porno
00:57
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ENGAGE
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House of Pain
A little past supper-time
I'm still out on the porch step sitting on my behind,
Waiting for you.
Wondering if everything is alright.
Momma said, "Come in boy, don't waste your time." I said, "I've got time.
Well, he'll be here soon."
Five years old and talking to myself.
Where were you? Where'd you go?
Daddy, can't you tell?
I'm not trying to fake it
And I ain't the one to blame.
There's no one home
In my house of pain.
I didn't write these pages
And my script's been rearranged.
No, there's no one home
In my house of pain
Wasn't I worth the time?
A boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime and all the time
I looked up to you.
I paced my room a million times.
And all I ever got was one big lie, the same old lie.
How could you?
Well, I was eighteen and still talking to myself.
Where were you? Where'd you go?
Daddy can't you tell?
I'm not trying to fake it
And I ain't the one to blame.
There's no one home
In my house of pain
I didn't write these pages
And my script's been rearranged.
No, there's no one home
In my house of pain
[Repeat]
And I'm alone again
Well, if I learned anything from this... It's how to live on my own
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The Tone Deaf Pig-Dogs Atlanta, Georgia
The Tone Deaf Pig-Dogs form in 1989 in Atlanta, Georgia- breaking up in 2000. Later revived with founding member Mike Nickerson and Main Member Dom Totino reformed and continued until 2013 releasing the Ill Relevant E.P.. Only to reform again in 2019 with Founding members Mark Warbington, James Warbington, Dom Totino and long standing musician partner Scott Stripling. Currently we are still here! ... more
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