Lyrics

Lyrics

Here are the words that come from us. They sound a lot less dumber with music. Click on the song titles for a little "behind the music" schtick.

Poop!

I hate parents

I hate TV

I hate you

And I hate me

I hate guitar

I hate bass

I hate school

And I hate my face!

Poop!

Poop poop poop!

Menstrual Period

Don't blame me

For the stuff between your legs

It's not my fault

Please don't be a b****

Don't blame me

You can buy the medicine

To make you chill out

Use your brain

Please don't be a b****

I know you can use your common sense

You almost always think before you act

But not when you're on the rag

Pissed when you're on the PMS

I'd almost rather deal with the IRS

What is it about that time of the month

Psycho attacks

And it's time to pay up

Joggers!

Joggers are fun

Joggers are neat

Joggers have hot dogs on their feet

Joggers drive trucks

Joggers drive vans

Joggers almost always love the Rams

Joggers can jog

Joggers can run

Joggers like the cinnamon bun

Joggers like cars

Joggers like toots

Joggers cannot jog in army boots

This Song Isn't Corporate

This song isn't corporate

Because it was written by us!

Out Of My League

I wander

Always following her footsteps
I walk wherever she goes
Trying to make and entrance
Trying to be cool in her eyes

I wonder

Why am I always so obsessive
Running around in circles
Trying to mess my life up
Losing all of my senses

I don't know
Why I can't find
A single girl
Who'll just be mine
but

(chorus)
>She's too hot, She's way above me and
She's too cool, and I'm a looser and
She's the one, she always makes it all come undone
And I can't relate, I can't mistake...
And I can't relate, I can't mistake that she's way
Out of my league<

I notice

I'm never the center of attention
I'm always on the sidelines
Never on top of my game
Why is it that I'm always so lame

I try too hard, I don't fit in
I don't know why, I never win
My patience is gone

And I've waited too long
But all the girls hate me
They never wanna date me
They only wanna bait me
Cuz...

(chorus)

Anarchy (Is for Losers)

My way is no way

No way is the best way

My way is the best way

Kill a pig and burn a store

Steal a car and kill a whore

Self-governing fools need a governing fool

I will rule

(chorus)

>I will rule your anarchy

No more government, just me

Anarchy in the USA today!<

We'll break some stuff, scream and shout

No more fuzz to kick us out

Pierce your ear, pierce your dick

I don't care

Vernacular riddled with obscenities

No more streetlights, burn a tree

Everything is ****ing free

Don't ask, just run, trust me

(chorus)

Our new Bill of Rights will say

Everyone's equal in every way

Do whatever the hell you want

Just don't hurt me

We don't need no government

Just someone smarter than you

Don't ask where your taxes went

I really wish I knew

Race Traitor

Not even the black cop is better than the white

When they backada white bro

Lookin out in a fight

Wid da lesbo black b**** wid da wicked tongue

Let'sa ganga rape her

Let'sa have a little fun

And leave her for dead

At de side o de road

With a gun in her side

And a hole in her clothes

Race traitor brothers turn and face the Pacific

With ya back ta Africa, need I be more specific

I'm a white race traitor

I don't need no proddin

Cuz some o dees white folks reming me o bin Laden