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NOFX
NOFX


Информация
Откуда Los Angeles, Southern California, United States
Жанры Punk Rock
Ska punk
Melodic Hardcore
Hardcore Punk
Годы 1983—н.в.
Лейблы Fat Wreck Chords
Epitaph Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Fat Mike
El Hefe
Eric Melvin
Erik Sandin
Бывшие участники
Dave Allen
Scott Sellers
Scott Aldahl
Dave Casillas
Steve Kidwiller



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Альбом NOFX


Liberal Animation (1988)
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"Affection not dissection,
Meat is murder,
Animals are for petting."
Oh shut up already.

I'm tired of you whining,
About poor little animals dying,
And the food they are supplying.
Because if a big animal had the chance,
It wouldn't take another glance,
It would eat you up.
"Affection not dissection,
Meat is murder,
Animals are for petting."
Shut your trap already.

I don't want to listen,
And I'm tired of your bitchin,
About whats in my kitchen.
Because if a big animal had the chance,
It wouldn't take another glance,
It will eat you up.

. . .


Don't even try to tell us,
What we can and cannot say.
Profanity's a tool that,
You cannot take away.
Is freedom of expression,
Just a load of shit?
Just another farce in
American politics.

. . .


I've got to get out of,
I've got to get out of this hood,
I've got to get out of this neighborhood,
I've got to get out of it,
Got to get out.

I've had enough, won't call their bluff,
I'm not going to live in fear.
Racism lives on both sides so,
I'm gonna get the hell out of here.

"Do you want crack?,
Do you need smack on the track?,
Do you want grass?,
Smoke hash you white trash?"

You better watch out,
You better watch out,
You better watch out,
Watch out

I've had it up to here,
I'm not gonna live in fear.
They're the ones who are racist, not me
Why can't they just let me be

. . .


Why do I keep scratching
Scratching my balls
I don't like this feeling
I don't like it at all

Cause I got crabs
I got crabs
I got crabs

There's crab eggs in my bed
In the carpet too
I'll go to the store
Get A200 shampoo
I got rid of them
I got all of them
They won't be back
Wait a second what is
This itching in my crack

Cause I got crabs
I got crabs
I got crabs

. . .


I play pool,
Cause I'm no fool.

I play pool,
Cause I'm cool.

I play pool after school,
I play pool all the time.

Cue in my left hand,
beer in right.

I shoot and drink all through the night.
That sloppy english does me just right.

I use that sloppy english,
All the time.

I hold my stick,
Like I hold my dick.

Hustling beers from wetto,
That's the trick.

I use that sloppy english,
All the time.

. . .


Hey you, you have too much hair,
And we don't like what you wear,
And you have really bad breath,
So were gonna beat you to death.

Because there is plenty of us,
And only one of you,
We've got plenty of reasons,
And here's just a few,

You put your chocolate in my peanut butter,
I was walking and you were in my way,
You looked at me without my permission,
And never even apologized.

You put your chocolate in my peanut butter,
That's good enough reason for me to bash.
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter,
That's good enough reason for me to smash.

No justice (There's just us)

You put your chocolate in my peanut butter,
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter,
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter,
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter.

. . .


My name is Mister Jones,
I get inside your bones,
I know how to make you tweek,
You soon will be my freak.

Because I know what you need,
I control your mind,
I roll up your sleeves,
I make ties that bind,
I've got you!

You'll soon be begging on your knees,
You've got the disease,
All your money belongs to me,
You've got the disease.

I can't seem to live without you,
Without you whats the point,
I wasn't born with a silver burnt spoon,
Do I still have any choice? (NO!)

Because I know what you need,
I control your mind,
I roll up your sleeves,
I make ties that bind.

. . .


I don't want tofu,
I'd rather have a mouthful of beef stew,
I don't want to be vegetarian,
Why eat beans when you can have steak instead?

I don't feel bad about,
Eating something that's dead,
So why should I be sad,
For cows getting hit in the head?
So I like eating fish,
Tell me what's wrong with this,
How can you blame me,
For eating chicken of the sea?

Don't waste your breath yelling at me,
About animal rights,
And how they should be free,
It's survival of the fittest,
And we're winning.

I don't feel bad about,
Eating something thats dead,
So why should I be sad,
For chickens being force fed,
So I like eating fish,
Tell me what's wrong with this,
How can you blame me,
For eating chicken of the sea?

. . .


If I want some beer
I dont want to hear
About how I missed the show
Because I drink to slow
So pass me the beer bong
It wont take very long
For me to put down
This torpedo to the ground

Because drinking beer's to slow
Beer bong's the way to go
To go
To go
Don't drink, too slow

. . .


You fight for peace,
But wheres the war?
What the fuck are doing this for?
You say disarment, thats the key,
Well thats not they way it looks to me.

You wear your leather jacket,
Dut you won't eat meat.
Piece punk, get drunk, sake your hair,
Go out, hang out, do you really care?
There's no easy answers,
Complaining won't do shit,
If you want some changes,
Don't be a hypocrite.

Fuck the system,
That's what they say,
But they live by it everyday,
Food stamps and welfare checks,
Would you rather starve to death?

You wear a leather jacket,
But you wont eat meat.
Piece punk, get drunk, sake your hair,
Go out, hang out, do you really care?
Don't you feel ridiculous now?
Half your wardrobe comes from a cow,
Do you believe in anarchy?
Who are you really trying to be?

. . .


I live in a cake,
The one that I make,
Don't wanna hear,
About my mistakes.
This is the chance I take.

I live in a cake,
The one that I make,
Try not to worry,
About whats at stake,
I'm on the take.

. . .


I've got no problems

Sitting by yourself,
No friends are near
You got a needle in one hand,
And in the other one a beer.
You can't cope with life,
You can't even get up,
Who's gonna help you?
You've got to pick yourself up.

But I've got no problems,
I've got no problems...

. . .


It's that time of the month,
Again, your bitching,
Stop yelling at me.

I know you've got to plug yourself up,
But why take it out on me?

Just leave me alone,
Stop yelling at me,
Leave me alone,
When it's your time to bleed.

. . .


A truck stop in kansas,
With nowhere to,
Too many days without any shows,
5 cups of coffee,
As I just sit and mold
It's 4 am as I sip from my cup,
It's 5 am the suns coming up,
My body has shifted to the touring mode,
Trying to sleep in the van on the road,
I gotta find a place to call home,
I've got the truck stop blues,
Taking care of myself paying my dues,
Living life day by day,
I've got the truck stop blues,
Don't think I'd have it any other way.

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