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Skate Punk
What the Fuck
Kick Flip
Fat Lip
Wipe Ass
Smoke Grass
Tony Hawk and The Rocket Launcher Kids
I wanna die as a crust-fucked skate punk
I wanna wake, bake and skate my way through everyday
So let's hear it for that dude at the Killroom
With broken bones and patches of trash and doom
Skate or die my guy,
Before I fry alive
It's Tony Hawk, Tony Hawk
Tony Hawk and The Rocket Launcher Kids
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Ritalin
03:33
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Working corners, selling drugs
Picking fights won't grow up
He can't get enough
When daddy's a fucking cop
And mommy's a drunken slob
They won't ever let up
Medicate them, brainwash them
Become the fight fueled by the second hand
Become a generation
Fuelled by Ritalin, Ritalin, Ritalin
Daddy's daughters feeling lonely
So she speaks out oh sorely
She can't seem to smile
She's labelled as fucking senile
They know she'll be down for a while
Cause if you aren't happy
Then you're just insane
Medicate them, brainwash them
Become the fight fueled by the second hand
Become a generation
Fuelled by Ritalin, Ritalin, Ritalin
Medicate them, brainwash them
Become the fight fueled by the second hand
Become a generation
Fuelled by Ritalin, Ritalin, Ritalin
(Another kid dead, dundas he lies
tried to get away didn't survive
Thought he was real hard tough and fit
Working a corner when he got hit
Into his neck went a .45
Body Collapsed, red went his eyes
Now his mothers gotta bury her son
And I wouldn't wish that on anyone)
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Fuck Banks
01:09
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Well....
Fuck the Banks of Canada, they. all can suck my dick
The Royal Bank and Montreal they make me fucking sick
Drive up the cost of everything that we all need to live
It costs me money for my money when I keep it in the bank
Dun dun dun dun
Fuck Banks
Fuck Banks
Fuck Banks
Fuck Banks
Fuck the banks of Canada they're all a piece of shit
Imperial, TD, RBC I'm gonna throw a fit
I'm never gonna buy a house or get out of my debt
The fucking banks will take your life the second that they can
Dun dun dun dun
Fuck Banks
Fuck Banks
Fuck Banks
Fuck Banks
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In God We Trust
04:03
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Three words I wanna say to you I mouth them out and I come to realize This is where it ends
I wanna see the sun at night in daytime I can't stand the light
I wanna play that show for you
The place that I'll never be
And all the things I'll never see
Ad all the faces running through my mind,
Wasting all my fucking time
Do you wanna be someone else
Love the way you hate yourself
Do you wanna control my life
It's not a game, it's my right
In God We Trust
Through Pain comes Lust
Lust that I will steal again
I knew you were never my friends
When you kicked me in the back
Left me all alone in the cold
As I sit in and grow old
Living my rock n' roll fantasy
The place that I'll never be
And all the things I'll never see
Ad all the faces running through my mind,
Wasting all my fucking time
Do you wanna be someone else
Love the way you hate yourself
Do you wanna control my life
It's not a game, it's my right
In God We Trust
Through Pain comes Lust
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