NOFX - Punk In Drublic

EPITAPH - 86435-4

1994

LINOLEUM

Possesions never meant anything to me

I'm not crazy (Cause I got none)

Well that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar

And a dog named dog who pisses on my floor

That's right, I've got a floor

So what, so what, so what?

I've got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes

Where everything imporatnt to me just seems to fall right down my leg

and on the floor

My closest friend linoleum

Linoleum

Supports my head, gives me something to believe

That's me on the beachside combing the sand

Metal meter in my hand

Sporting a pocket full of change

That's me on the street with a violin under my chin

Playing with a grin, singing gibberish

That's me on the back of the bus

That's me in the cell

That's me inside your head

That's me inside your head

LEAVE IT ALONE

Breath ever soft

We wouldn't wanna break the eggs as we walk

Never alone, cautious, afraid

I hear the voice of reason on the p.a.

Leave it alone, follow the grain

We couldn't stop the irresistible force 

Leave it the same, change with the winds

Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the old

Leave it alone

DA NA NA NA NA NA NA (x4)

Breath, ever so slight

We couldn't take away your god given right

Leave it alone, heel and stay

Roll over and shake and beg for the bone

Leave it alone

DA NA NA NA NA NA NA (x4)

DIG

Rationalize values it's so easy to succeed

Keeping your eyes on the prize excess

Camped outside Laissez Faire

People understand me there

Don't talk to me we'll get along just fine

Blowin' out your mores

Henry Ford tradition preys on

Idle minds left the emergency brake on too long

Underneath the city lies the ruins of mankind

The excavation was a financial success

With artifacts of gold

The arrowheads went straight to the Smithsonian

The rest was melted doen and sold

Substantial gains

Minimal losses are tolerable

As long as the machine keeps running fine

Cannibals

Functioning on Pheromones

Rational thought lost to instinctual

THE CAUSE

It isn't for the money, no it isn't for the fun

It's a plan, a scam, a diagram

It's for the benefit of everyone

You gotta have a little respect

Subterranean ideals

Traditional neglect

Reflect on how you think it would make you feel

The cause- we're just doing it for the cause

No it isn't for the fortune, it isn't for the fame

It's a scheme, a dream, a barterine

We want everyone to think the same

Because you know what you feel is right

And you feel what you can't ignore

And you try so hard to point the blame

Ashamed- what do we do this for?

The cause- we're just doing it for the cause (x4)

DON'T CALL ME WHITE

The connotations wearing my nerves thin

Could it be semantics generating the mess we're in?

I understand that language breeds stereotype

But what's the explanation for the malice, for the spite?

Don't call me white (x4)

I wasn't brought here, I was born

Circumsized, categorized, allegiance sworn

Does this mean I have to take such shit

For being fairskinned?  No!

I ain't a part of no conspiracy, I'm just you're average Joe

Don't call me white (x4)

Represents everything I hate

The soap shoved in the mouth to cleanse the mind

The vast majority of sheep

A buttoned collar, starched and bleached

Constricting veins, the blood flow to the brain slows

They're so fuckin' ordinary white

Don't call me white (x4)

A PERFECT GOVERNMENT

Even if it's easy to be free

What's your definition of freedom?

And who the fuck are you, anyway?

Who the fuck are they?

Who the fuck am I to say?

What the fuck is really going on?

How did the cat get so fat?

Why does the family die?

Do you care why?

'cause there hasn't been a sign

Of anything gettin' better in the ghetto

People's fed up

But when they get up

You point your fuckin' finger

You racist, you bigot

But that's not the problem

Now is it?

It's all about the money

Political power is takin

Protecting the rich denying the poor

Yeah, they love to watch the war from the White House

And I wonder how can they sleep at night?

How can they sleep at night?

How did the cat get so fat? (x4)

THE BREWS

Friday night we'll be drinkin' Manashevitz

Goin' out to terrorize goyem

Stompin' shagitz, screwin' shicksas

As long as we're home by Saturday mornin'

Cause hey we're the Brews

Sportin' anti swastika tattoos

Oi Oi we're the boys

Orthodox, hesidic, O.G. Ois

Orthopedic Dr. Martins good for

Waffle making, kickin' through the shin

Reputation, gained through intimidation

Pacifism no longer tradition

Cause hey we're the Brews

Sportin' anti swastika tattoos

Oi Oi we're the Brews

The fairfax ghetto boys skinheaded jews

We got the might, psycho mashuganas

We can't lose a fight, as we are the chosen ones

Chutspah, we battle then we feast

We celebrate, we'll separate our milkplates from our meat

DYING DEGREE

Dresser droors are filled with pocket change

Coupons cut, cigarettes smoked down to the butt,

Is this what dreams are made of!

Adding up subtracting down you find yourself sucking the rind

Dying degree, graying amie

Final payment made - had you forgot?

The rightful owner of one deluxe cemetary plot

Paisley satin lined how apprapoe

What a better way to go

Dying degree, graying amie

No more eating crumbs

When my pension finally comes

Your kids want eat mush anymore 'round me

Dying degree, graying amie

FLEAS

My father used to say

You sleep with dogs the next day

You'll wake in the bed scratching

Those inevitable fleas

At ten years old

You listen to what you are told

But I never felt the ich

I never would

My mother had forbidden me

To waste away my life

I want you to have all the things I could never buy you

So don't stop what I'd begun

You're my one, my only son

Follow what I say not what I've done

Follow what I say not what I've done

Shower, scrub, and shave

Cleanly boys don't misbehave

Follow what I say not what I've done

LORI MEYERS

Lori Meyers used to live upstairs 

Our parents had been friends years

Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games

At nine years old there's no such thing as shame

It wasn't recognition of her face, what brough me back was a familiar mark

As it flashed across the screen

I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes

Incriminating act, I felt that I could save her

"Who are you to tell me how to live my life?"

"You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time."

"I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waitin' for no prince..."

"To save me in fact until just now I was doin' just fine"

And on and on



I know what degregation feels like

I felt it on the floor at the factory

Where I worked long before, I took control now I answer to me

The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please

Where's the problem?

JEFF WEARS BIRKENSTOCKS?

Don't wanna chill, don't wanna sit

Don't wanna hear no hippy shit

Don't tell me I've closed my mind

Don't wanna groove, don't wanna dig

Don't wanna spend the day naked

Don't like my music country fried

He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt

He wears his birkenstocks to work

Is he a jerk? No! Just confused

Jeff don't wear regular shoes

He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt

He wears his birkenstocks to work

Is he a jerk? No! Just confused

Jeff don't wear regular shoes

Fat Mike I gotta let you know

It's not the tunes, it's their live show

And all the people you get to meet

Plenty of good vibes and decent drugs

Stinky people give you hugs

Walk around in your bare feet

He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt

He wears his birkenstocks to work

Is he a jerk? No! Just confused

Jeff don't wear regular shoes

PUNK GUY (CAUSE' HE DOES PUNK THINGS)

Crazier than GG, yet more PC than Ian

Got colored teeth like Johnny

Exudes a vicious disposition

His hair sticks out like Colin' did, he jumps

Similar to Springa, he points his middle finga

Not just he singer in the band

Voted biggest asshole and role model of the year

Got a face like Charles Bronson

Straight outta Green Bay Wisconsin

Not just a singer in the band

He'll puke on you, he'll fuck your mom, he'll smoke while huffing gas

He was the punkest mother fucker I ever did see

Hell he was even more punk than me

He should've been on the cover

He should've been on the cover

He should've been on the cover of Punk and Disorderly Volume II

THE HAPPY GUY

He's just a man getting through life the best he can

He's a not a scientist, he programs a computer 

Before that he sold cars to pay a student loan now he receives pity

From his family - his friends say how could he

Turn his back on on reason worshipping

A God finding truth through fear and mind control

He's just a man trying to explain how

He found the word of God could make his life seem less insane

So he shares what he's read, what he understands, it makes

sense to him, it makes perfect sense to him, in fact

He's never seen so clearly

Turned his back on free will - has he lost his mind?

He'd rather kneel down than take charge of his life

And he knows what people think, but it dosen't sway him

He can read the writings on the wall

'Cause he knows how people treat, how they treat eachother

A sacrifice to benefit the all

Don't try to judge him, his theological ideas

His hopes may be false but his happiness is real

Don't try to judge him, he's just a man

REEKO

Reeko, try to understand, it really is that bad

It won't just go away, the party's over

It's past two'o'clock, so it's about time

We stopped, 'cause I see the keg has been sucked dry

The cisco was emptied in to the aquarium

Where the fish all seem to play the ex lax

Lines the dog bowl

The toilet's overflowed, we've had our fun so now there's nothing left to 

damage.

We got no place left to go

Mr. President, please understand, it really is that bad

It won't just go away, it's just beginning

The ballots have been cast, we make like seaward rats

Leave this sinking ship, leave and not look back

The things we never tried to disallow

Have come back to haunt us now

With apple pie and chevrolet

We've come to see the end, we've all made this bed

Now we got nowhere to lay, dies and gentlemen

Try to understand

SCAVENGER TYPE

Gigin alone at the bottom of the hill

Our protagonist named Bill

Sets his sghts on an anchor steam pint

All he needs is thirteen quarters

Congregated in his hat

A crow, a scavenger type

California redemption provides him with his rent

Room and board inside a fifth of comfort

As the wind penetrates his bones

His mind keep focused

Tidal waves of sound catapulted

From his horn wail like lovers

The coins don't drop consistent as does the mercury

His meter slows realizing a zenith

He's reached perfection

No one did see him die