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NOFX

So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes


It's My Job To Keep Punk Rock Elite

Indiscriminate I'd rather be elite
I'll choose my own shit scene
Unsubstantiated rumors flown are true
I'm here for me not you

Nonconglumurate I mean what I say
I'm not your fucking scape-
Goat. Apparently I've alienated some
It seems my job's half done

You'll never understand it
Try to buy and brand it
I win, you lose, cause it's my job
To keep punk rock elite

The music ain't your fuckin' industry


Kids Of The K-Hole

Everybody needs some time away
Just stuck in the k-hole again
An 18 hour holiday
Just stuck in the k-hole again
Just once again

Mrs. Kitty Ketamine your perseverance may
Outlast my ambition to go home
Infatuation with your dark side I obey
Forbidden pleasures, I have grown to loathe

Somewhere between eden and North Utopia
Somewhere beneath the astral plain
I've taken residence on sybaritic soil
You won't be seeing me again
You won't be seeing me again

Dropping crumbs and flying thumbs
Won't help me get back home
The home is where the heart is. I've been told
Cos I promised my heart to her
She cooked it medium well
Then proceded to swallow it whole

It may sound good to you
It may sound oh! so wrong -- so fucking wrong
Just stuck in the k-hole again
Winter's broken, summer's gone -- the summer's gone
Just stuck on the k-hole again
Just once again


Murder The Government

I wanna see the Constitution burn
Wanna watch the White House overturn
Wanna witness some blue blood bleed red

I wanna tar and lynch the K.K.K.
I wanna pull and shoot the N.R.A.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Murder the governement -- Murder the governement
Murder the governement and then do it again, yeah!
Murder the governement -- Murder the governement
Murder the governement and then
Murder the governement

(I wanna pay the lobbyists to kill themselves
I wanna dose de D.E.A.
I wanna join the C.I.A.

It just seems so fucking easy to make this
Country a better place to live
Illegalize guns and lobbying
Jail murderers and extortionists
Legalize drugs and prostitution
Free salemen and salewomen)


Monosyllabic Girl

I take her down to aquarium, she says "shark"
I take her to the planetarium, she says "dark"
I take her to the seaside where she likes to spin and twirl
She says "sure" & "cool" & "yeah",  she's my monosyllabic girl

I take her to the university, she says "huh"
I take her to our anniversary, she says "one"
I take her to the jewellery store, I say "diamond," she says "pearl"
Oh! everyone knows I'm in love with a monosyllabic girl
Everyone knows I'm in love with a monosyllabic girl


180 Degrees

It's so easy to defend the status quo
With everyone so cool & cynical
But when you see the end don't justify the means
It's just that 180 degrees

The great thing about bein' a human
The ability to reason
But reasoning don't work when no one cares
Two parts apathy, one part despair

Guess what, this might come as a surprise
Well I'll no longer roll my eyes
A chance of heart to let the conscience breath
A quick twist, just 180 degrees

Oh yeah! I know now the right thing to do
Yeah! Anti-tradition tried and true
Yeah! A world where wrong has right of way
Oh yeah! fuck that world, fuck that hierarchy

Go ahead, work, waste your life away
Fuck that world, go fuck that right of way


All His Suits Are Torn

Billy Cobin lost it all
We knew he would eventually
Some wonder why he took the fall
Others just ask who the hell is he and why should we care for him?

A baggy man with baggy clothes
A face made of paper maché
He lost his humor years ago
Along with his molars, his head planted beneath his shoulders

Kill the pain, integrity don't keep you warm and sane
Don't throw me out with the bath water
Don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me

Billy Cobin had a time
Billy Cobin had a place
Following a fifteen minute climb
Billy took the seven second leap
A cannonball plunge off the deep

Kill the pain, integrity don't keep you warm and sane
Don't throw me out with the bath water
Don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me
Anyone who would wanna know me
Anyone who would wanna know me
Anyone who would wanna know me
Anyone who would wanna know me
Anyone who would wanna know me
Anyone who would wanna know me


All Outta Angst

I'm not insane
I'm not bummed out
I got no one to blame
Nothing to change
I got no evil to fight

One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst
Society don't bother me
And there's something wrong with that

I'm off to pakistan,
Learn the laws of islam
The fundamentalism, forget that rock-n-roll
No cigarettes, no drink
In fact it's difficult to think
About getting laid when
You don't even get to see her face

I'm not insane
I'm not liquored up
I got nothin' to do
Nothing to lose
I got no place to call home

One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst
Society don't bother me
There's something wrong with that

Next stop Mongolia
Don't get to golf or fuck or bowl with ya
Throw out that handicap
No stepping out till spring,
In fact it's difficult to sing
When it's 20 below
And that's during the day
I'm not insane
I'm not insane
I'm not insane


I'm Telling Tim

You better watch out, you better not cry
You better put out records D.I.Y.
Cos it's not what you've done, it's what you've been
If you fuck up, I'm telling Tim

Take you out of book, your own life part six
You won't play again at ABC
When you're gonna ostracized like Lawrence
When I tell Tim, I'm telling Tim
I'm telling Tim, I'm telling Tim


Champs-Élysées

Je m'baladais sur l'avenue le coeur ouvert à l'inconnu.
J'avais envie de dire bonjour à n'importe qui,
N'importe qui et ce fut toi, je t'ai dit n'importe quoi.
Il suffisait de te parler pour t'apprivoiser.

Aux Champs-Élysées, aux Champs-Élysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit,
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysées.

Tu m'as dit: «J'ai rendez-vous dans un sous-sol avec des fous,
Qui vivent la guitare à la main, du soir au matin.»
Alors je t'ai accompagnée, on a chanté, on a dansé
Et l'on n'a même pas pensé à s'embrasser

Aux Champs-Élysées, aux Champs-Élysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit,
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysées.

Aux Champs-Élysées, aux Champs-Élysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit,
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysées.


Dad's Bad News

Don't believe a word your grandfather says
He's been classified grade-A psychotic
You can see it from the hole in his head
A saner man would have used a bigger gun

Degeneration! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
The lunatic clause was written for you

The story spoken is a story unheard
By you so listen cause it's unbelievable
A certain trait has passed while centuries turned
This faulting gene has been a family alert

Degeneration! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
The lunatic clause was written for you

No simple way to tell you, son
We share the same red tainted blood
I'm gonna kill me, you're gonna kill you, killing you

Don't believe a word you're grandfather says
Don't believe a word you're grandfather says
Don't believe a word you're grandfather says
He's a psychotic, grade-A psychotic

Degeneration! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
The lunatic clause was written for you


Kill Rockstars

"Kill the rockstars" how ironic, kathleen
You've been crowned the newest queen
Kinda like the punk rock Gloria Steinham
You can't change the world by hating men
Can't change the world by blaming men

Just cause I don't know the reason you're so pissed
Don't dare tag me misogynist
I thought the goal here was mutual respect
Not constructing a separate sect

I wish I could have seen Courtney
Demonstrate some real misogyny
Can't change the world by hating men


Eat the Meek

Why must we stay where we don't belong
Why must we stay where we don't belong

Because there's never gonna be enough space
So eat the meek, savor the taste
It's always gonna be a delicacy
So lick your chops and eat the meek

Why must we stay where we don't belong
Why must we stay where we don't belong, don't belong

The factory mass producing fear,
Bottled, capped, distributed near
And far sold for a reasonable price
And the people, they love it, they feed it
Brush with it, bathe with it, breathe it
Inject it direct to the blood
It seems to be replacing love

Why must we stay where we don't belong
Why must we stay where we don't belong

Because there always gonna be token truth
Forgotten code, discarded youth
You know there's always gonna be pedigree
One own the air, one pay to breathe

Why must we stay where we don't belong
Why must we stay where we don't belong
Why must we stay where we don't belong -- We don't belong


The Desperation's Gone

Trip down the stairs into hell
Cathay De I miss your smell
A mixture of puke, beer,
Stale piss, fuck, sweat, and fear
Adrenaline addicted, the
Blood leak from my head
Kinda concerned my friends
But at the time it felt so right
The music blaring on

The desperation's gone
The desperation's gone

Turn, tune the knob K-Go
Some alterna radio
Strategic marketing hype,
Media, stereotype
Has our music been castrated? (Yes)
To you it may sound good
To me it sounds all wrong
The notes and chords sound similar
The same forbidden beat

But the desperation's gone -- The song's the same
The desperation's gone -- The song's the same
The desperation's gone -- The song's the same
The desperation's gone -- Desparation


Quart in Session

It's funny how -- Nothing seems much fun anymore to me now that I quit the drink
Cos soberness -- It might be what I need but it's certainly not how I wanna be

Cos nothing seems much fun anymore to me

Consequence -- Never had any time to think about what shoulda, coulda, happen to me
C-common sense -- My parents said I never had any, but now look whose got the dough

Nothing seems much fun anymore to me

Don't feel like goin' out
Nothing worth singin' about
Missin' the alcohol
No longer born to lose
Put away my party shoes
Missin' the alcohol
Without tonic'n'gin
Without no vicodin

Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun

Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun


Falling in Love

Blast oxygen masks
Smoke filled cabin, depressurize
Don't be afraid, hold onto me
We're goin down, but not our love

Death don't seem so bad
When I'm with you my only love
So close your eyes kiss me one last time
We're gonna die, but not our love -- Not our love


Nofx.
Fat Mike -- bass & vocals.
El Hefe -- guitar.
Erik -- drums.
Eric Melvin -- guitar.

Additional musicians:
Serge Slovnik -- tuba & trombone.
Nate Albert -- chanky guitar.
Ryan Greene -- tambourine.

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