Jesus died for somebody' sins, but not mine: Punk Lyrics thread

[SpencerH]

Another classic

Yankee soldier
He wanna shoot some skag
He met it in cambodia
But now he can’t afford a bag

Yankee dollar talk
To the dictators of the world
In fact it’s giving orders
An’ they can’t afford to miss a word

I’m so bored with the u...s...a...
But what can I do?

Yankee detectives
Are always on the tv
’cos killers in america
Work seven days a week

Never mind the stars and stripes
Let’s print the watergate tapes
I’ll salute the new wave
And I hope nobody escapes

I’m so bored with the u...s...a...
But what can I do?

Move up starsky
For the c.i.a.
Suck on kojak
For the usa

[MarkG]

Originally posted by SpencerH
Great song but Iron Maiden aint punk

[SpencerH]

Originally posted by MarkG

I've never understood those strange behind-bars smileys.

[Sava]

Originally posted by SpencerH


I've never understood those strange behind-bars smileys.

here's something "behind bars" that I'm sure you'll understand

[MarkG]

Originally posted by SpencerH
I've never understood those strange behind-bars smileys.

they are ban-related

can mean something like "ban me but i'll still at you"

[alva]

We can ban you?!!


* goes quickly looking at user options *

[lord of the mark]

Re: The Brews

Originally posted by Az
The fairfax ghetto boys skinhead hebrews

Note, thats presumably a reference to the Fairfax neighborhood of LA, California, NOT Fairfax, Virginia.

[boann]

whats the deal?

do we need lyric threads on every genre now?

or is this really a thread to try to piss someone off
refering to his religion and stealing his thread idea
to boot...

[SpencerH]

Originally posted by Sava

here's something "behind bars" that I'm sure you'll understand

Why are you showing a photo of your feet? And who is that standing behind you?

[Provost Harrison]

Ah, the Dead Kennedys, going to have to put one of their CDs on now

Punk ain't no religious cult
Punk means thinking for yourself
You ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair
When a jock still lives inside your head

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks—F**k Off!

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks—F**k Off!

If you've come to fight, get outa here
You ain't no better than the bouncers
We ain't trying to be police
When you are the cops it ain't anarchy

Repeat chorus

Ten guys jump one, what a man
You fight each other, the police state wins
Stab your backs when you trash our halls
Trash a bank if you've got real balls

You still think swastikas look cool
The real nazis run your schools
Teachers, businessmen and cops
In a real fourth reich you'll be the first to go

Repeat chorus

You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
Unless you think…

[mactbone]

Someday you gotta find another way, you better right your mind
and live by what you say
Today is just another day unless you set your sights and try to find a way
I say **** authority
Silent majority
Raised by the system
Now it's time to rise against them
We're sick of your treason
Sick of your lies
**** no, we won't listen
We're gonna open your eyes
Frustration, domination, feel the rage of a new generation,
we're livin', we're dyin' and we're never gonna stop, stop tryin'
Stop tryin'
Stop tryin', stop tryin'
-Pennywise, "F**k Authority"

[molly bloom]

The glorious X Ray Spex:

Oh Bondage Up Yours!

Bind me tie me
Chain me to the wall
I wanna be a slave
To you all

Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more

Chain-store chain-smoke
I consume you all
Chain-gang chain-mail
I don't think at all

Trash me crash me
Beat me til I fall
I wanna be a victim
To you all

[MosesPresley]

The Clash

"The Guns of Brixton"

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

[MosesPresley]

Butthole Surfers

"Moving To Florida"

Well, well I been movin' down to Florida.
And I'm gonna bowl me a perfect game.
Well I'm gonna cut off my leg down in Florida, child.
And I'm gonna dance one-legged off in the rain.
Now, they say that Sidney Poitier was a blind man.
And they say that LBJ was a Soviet Jew.
When I go down Florida Way,
They're ain't no kind of sexual healing that I would not, could not, should
Not do, stick it right here.

Well I been movin' down to Florida.
I'm gonna potty train the chairman Mao.
I'm gonna make the governor write my doodoo a letter, child.
And I'm gonna grind me up a White Castle slider out of India's sacred cow.

Well, I been movin' down Florida Way,
And I'm gonna build me the atomic bomb.
Well, I'm gonna hold time hostage down in Florida, child.
Ain't nobody, said ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. Right here.

By this time I guess you've figured out about Florida.
Drink the muddy water in the Vaseline stain.
They be makin' tadpoles the size of Americans down in Florida.
That be tellin' Julio Iglesias what to sing, now.
Now, whoever said that Sidney Poitier was a blind man,
Knew the same of Elvis Presley, too.
When I go down Florida Way,
Ain't nobody, said ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. Right here.

Well I been goin' down to Florida.
Pole cats lie naked in the Seminole sin.
When I go down Florida Way,
Like Vince, I wanna' win.

Well I went down to Florida.
I got away.
I took the children down to Florida.
I stuck the dick down the drain.
Get that boy down to Florida.
Give him a switch blade.
Tell him what to do.

[MosesPresley]

X

"The Have Nots"

Drink at the Bar Nothing
bar anything but
the bottom step of the ladder
it keeps getting higher and higher

dawn comes soon enough
for the working class
it keeps getting
sooner or later
this is the game
that moves as you play

How does it feel
to have your own
bottle of booze behind the bar
How does it feel?
to play cards
with the barmaids
while they work
at Jocko's Rocketship
and the One Eye Jack
My Sin & The Lucky Star
A steady place to study and drink

dawn comes soon enough
for the working class
it keeps getting
sooner or later
this is the game
that moves as you play

Day old days ancient
bloody mary bastards
in a hard core
blue collar bar
here we sit --
a shot and a beer
after another hard earned day

at the Hi-D-Hi and the Huls Gal
the Bee-hive bar and The Zircon Lounge
G.G.'s Cozy Corner and
The Gift of Love
Stop'n'drink, Sit'n'sip, Rest'n'pieces
Dexter's New Approach and The Get Down Lounge
The Aorta Bar, Detroit's Main Vein
Art's Magic Moment Lounge
Hee Haw Bar & Charley's Angel's Lounge
Don't Ask Club Super Fly, Fun Box
El Inferno and Baby Doll's Polka Dot Bar
Lucy's Wisconsin Rendezvous
Who Cares, Midgets Nite Life
The Salvage ****, Slammer Inn & The Swamp

dawn comes soon enough
for the working class
it keeps getting
sooner or later
this is the game
that moves as you play