Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Welcome to Party Beach Drag races in the street They haul that toxic waste offshore And they throw it overboard It falls
Well I don't wanna take you home. Because you're passed out on the floor. You found your own way to the party and you can find your own way to the door
I don't believe in Rambo or Van Damme or Seagal But I believe in Buford P.; I believe in "Walking Tall" What ever happened to the Ambushers and the Wrecking
Crawling from the wreckage walking through the wasteland searching for a sign of life another lonely spaceman Jet pack of my back helmet on my head laser
I got a time bomb And it's ready to blow I got a time bomb Just like I told you before You think you'll run away And live to fight another day
Never thought we'd meet again A young wanna-be and an old has-been I wish I had a photo of this scene I've suffered through dependencies I still have
Don't play football We play Fenders We chop fish in kitchen blenders We're a disgrace to our gender We're the men! Always together night and day It makes
I think I'm gonna go home, 'cause you just ran out of beer And there's nothing you can say that'll make me wanna stay around here You're lying there half
I love lesbians more than anyone So why don't lesbians love me? I want lesbians, each and every one So why don't lesbians want me? It turns me on the
Oh, pop, pop, pop my dick Oh, pop, pop, pop my dick Oh, pop, pop, pop my dick Pop my dick, you son of a bitch!
hey man, i kinda like your sister (yeah yeah yeah) hey man, i hope thats cool. hey man, i'm gonna lose my mind every single time i find your sister, suntannin
They're thirty-nine years old They're worth their weight in gold They work in busy offices I hope to God will fold They hated Vietnam They love the neutron
I got a time bomb And it's ready to blow I got a time bomb Just like I told you before You think you'll run away And live to fight another day But what
I'm so fucked up! Let's have a party at my place and have way too much to drink (So fucked up!) We'll mix lunch with Everclear punch, and we can throw
I think I'm gonna go home, 'cause you just ran out of beer And there's nothing you can say that'll make me wanna stay around here You're lying there
I'm gettin' tired of gettin' tired I'm gettin' sick of layin' in bed I got the medication for my inspiration And I'm never gonna sleep again It's got
So you were late But you never told me you were You didn't want to say Till you were sure But that song and dance Won't work no more Because you got
She screams as i force myself inside of her. Bite your fucking lip, bite your lip, bite your lip you fucking bitch, bite your life, you whore. Its