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There’s no getting some without paying for it
There’s always a price for fringe benefits
Time and resources spent greasing the wheels
Upping the ante to seal the deal
Always the risk of hidden fees
Variable interest, no guarantees
It’s a business doing pleasure with you!
Negotiate carefully to reach an accord
Wheeling and dealing to reap the reward
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
But not all offers will be entertained
Crossing the border might incur duties
A small price to pay for valuable booty
Not all transactions can be expensed
But it shouldn’t come down to dollars and cents
It’s a business doing pleasure with you!
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Lord P. Mad Nut
03:11
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Oompa Loompa skin tone from his spray-on tan
Perpetual smirk of an arrogant man
With the hair of a troll doll, the hands of an elf
He makes everything about himself
Racist, xenophobic, Republican stance
A bombastic brand of irreverence
A total man-baby in actions and words
Now he’s leading a nation in his theatre of the absurd
Lord P. Mad Nut
Consults with himself because he’s got a good brain
He’s praised the leadership of Saddam Hussein
Rearrange the letters to see who you get
A sociopathic millionaire buried in debt
Lord P. Mad Nut
Donald Trump – you’re fired! [I quit!]
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Population Control
03:37
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Go ahead and stick it in
Stick your head in the box
Escape from this reality
To live a new life virtually
But who's in charge of what you see?
Manipulated messaging
Enhanced bio-controller
Wrapped around your face
More than propaganda
Population control
They get you with your empathy
They know they've got you hooked
You're giving them the keys
To your heart and mind
What reality will we choose for mankind?
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The whole city’s complaining that we need more green space
Luckily there’s a prime location down by the lake
The vegetation thrives; could make a great escape
Let’s build a playground to stop the complaints
City Hall engineered
More crooked politics
To appease the people
With dirty council tricks
A rugby pitch, a skateboard park, a couple of baseball fields
An oasis by the lakefront to keep ground zero concealed
A picture perfect landscape, almost too green to be true
But then again Chernobyl’s looking pretty lush now too
They hid the evidence
Known land contamination
They covered up the mess
With urban beautification
What’s bubbling beneath the surface really isn’t pretty
Sewage from the neighbouring plant; that’s why the air smells shitty
Without a social outcry, the poisonous cocktail will stay put
A toxic time bomb, ticking underfoot
The soil records disappeared
Now they can’t remediate
It’s now a fact of life
So enjoy and play safe!
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Dixie
02:56
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Dixie --- she’s a D-cup
Skinny on the bottom and bigger on the top
Covered with tattoos to make her look appealing
Putting my lip to her’s is a satisfying feeling
Sucking her plentiful bounty
An orgasm of my mouth
Breathing heavy and sweating
A burning fire doused
Some days I could fondle her all day long
The touch of her soft exterior pressed against my palm
Oh so refreshing, I need a second helping
Tilting my head back, she fulfills my craving
Ooo Baby, you feel so goddamn good
You always hit the spot
Yeah Darlin’, I’m ready for more
I just can’t get enough
Yet on other days, this might sound rough
I fill her up --- bottom’s up; one taste is enough
And when my craving’s satisfied, I don’t gently put her down
I crush her sheer existence and throw her to the ground
Hey Honey, you’re looking pretty worn
Our relationship should end
Hey Sugar, it’s time that I move on
Do you have any friends?
Oh, come on, give me a break!
I’m not the pig you think
I just described my procedure
For taking a drink
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Cap'n Punk
02:26
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This is the story of the cap’n of the scene
It’s a cartoon and not a human being
It’s punker than fuck but what does that mean?
We got Glenn Danzig as Count Chocula
Stiff Little Fingers for the Lucky Charms
The California Raisins and the Gimme Gimmes
The Mr. T Experience has Teamed Up and It’s Cool!
You can’t get away with that punk
You can’t get away with that punk
You can’t get away with that punk
‘cuz the punk always gives you away
Chi Pig going cuckoo on Cocoa Puffs
Snap, Crackle, Pop and Jello Biafra all won’t shut up
Milo’s coffee and Bran Flakes made for good clean fun
The surprise in the box was a Naked Raygun
Striped shirt of the Cookie Crook on Joey Ramone
Dig’em the Frog skanking to the Bosstones
Bad Brains and Poison Idea are the Frosted Flakes
Tony the Tiger shouts --- They’re great!
You can’t get away with that punk
You can’t get away with that punk
You can’t get away with that punk
‘cuz the punk always gives you away
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Plate Glass Mask
02:33
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Walking around with your armour in place
Hiding behind the mask on your face
Let your guard down, drop the gloves
And show us all what you’re really made of
Thinking your new image is all concealing
Like a window to your soul, it’s more revealing
See through your facade like a plate of glass
Running from your fears is just so crass
Secure behind your emotional forcefield
Be a man, drop the shield
Lay down your weapons and just come clean
Show your feelings, you’re not a machine
Be yourself or you’ll end up dead
Looking down and regretting the life that you led
Life’s not a game, a great big charade
So stop what you’re doing and admit you’re afraid
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I've Got The Flu
02:14
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I’m hot yet cold, my throat is sore
Kleenex scattered on the floor
It’s a full-on germ war
I’ve got the flu -- so stick a thermometer up my butt
I’ve had more than my fill
I’m sick of all these useless pills
Sick of sweating and the chills
I've got the flu -- so stick a thermometer up my butt
Aches and pains, and stuffy nose
Running like a firehose
Being sick fuckin’ blows
I’ve got the flu -- so stick a thermometer up my butt
My eyes are filled with crusted goop
I need noodles in my chicken soup
I feel like i’ve got the croup
I’ve got the flu -- so stick a thermometer up my butt
Phlegm is settling in my chest
I don’t need your fancy tests
Tried and true works the best
I’ve got the flu -- so stick a thermometer up my butt
Stick a thermometer up my butt
Don’t forget to lube it up
I’ll grab my ankles, then jam it up
I’ve got the flu -- so stick a thermometer up my butt
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S.L.C.
00:59
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Fuck that fuckin' stupid fuck shit!
Boogah!
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A.S.O.P. Toronto, Ontario
A bunch of old punks sharing our modern take on hardcore punk with anyone brave enough to listen. Middle-aged anger,
frustration and disappointment with the state of the world, put to music.
The meaning of A.S.O.P. changes with our mood and/or the current state of affairs. Examples include Arguments Started Over Politics, Apathy Stifles Our Progress, and Accidentally Sarcastic On Purpose.
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