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THE CASUALTIESYou always put us down
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for the punx
Cause we spike our hair
Bondage trousers and dyed hair
I'll never change my ways
Don't tell me what to do
Don't tell me what to wear
I'm gonna do it as I please
That's the way we live
DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO SAY
DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO WEAR
OI! OI! WE'RE THE PUNKS OF TODAY (SPIKEY HAIR DRUNK PUNKS)
AND WE'RE PUNKS HERE TO STAY!!!
Who let these egotistical bastards
Get into our scene
Preaching Politics and they tell me how to be
They want to be preaching anarchy
But I'll break their rules that
I was never part of it
DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO SAY
HOW TO BE OR WHAT TO WEAR
OI! OI! WE'RE THE PUNKS OF TODAY (SPIKEY HAIR DRUNK PUNKS)
AND WE'RE PUNKS HERE TO STAY!!!
It's a way of life, Never change your ways
It's a way of life for the punks of today
We play for you, We play for everyone
Power to the punks until the day we die
Never ever change your ways
(2x) Drunk punks of today
Oi! Oi! and we're here to stay
(Spikey Hair Drunk Punks)
Oi! Drunk punks of today
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DEAD KENNEDYS
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I am the owl
I am your plumber
No I never went away
I still bug your bedrooms
And pick up everything you say
It can be a boring job
To moniter all day your excess talk
I hear when you're drinking
And cheating on your lonely wife
I play tape recordings
Of you to my friends at night
We've got our girl in bed with you
You're on candid camera
We just un-elected you
[Chorus]
I am the owl
I seek out the foul
Wipe 'em away
Keep America free
For clean livin' folks like me
If you demonstrate
Against somebody we like
I'll slip on my wig
And see if I can start a riot
Transform you to an angry mob
All your leaders go to jail for my job
But we ain't the Russians
Political trials are taboo
We've got our secret
Ways of getting rid of you
Fill you full of LSD
Turn you loose on a freeway
[Chorus]
Send you spinning
Send you spinning
Send you spinning all over the freeway
Spinning on the crowded freeway
Spinning on the freeway
Spinning on the freeway
Spin
Spin
Spin-Lookout
The press, they never even cared
Why a youth leader walked into a speeding car
In ten years we'll leak the truth
By then it's only so much papaer
Watergate hurt
But nothing really ever changed
A teeny bit quiter
But we still play our little games
We still play our little games
We still play our little games
We still play our little games
We still play a lot of games
I am the owl
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U.K.SUBS
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hey santa
Quite often I get a thinking
How as kids we got by
Like christmas time in our house
We couldn't even afford a fire
But we made do in our house
Back then when I was young
Dad used to suck a peppermint
And we'd all sit round his tongue
We couldn't afford no tinsel
On our christmas tree
So we'd just wheel old grandad in
And make the old cunt sneeze...atchoo
Wheel him round the other side granny...atchoo
Well things change so bloody fast
I got children now of me own
Now I heard 'em unwrap their presents
Last night when I got home
Santa claus you cunt
Where's my fucking bike
I've unwrapped all this other junk
There's nothing what i like
I've wrote you a letter
And i've come to see you twice
You geriatric wanker
Where's my fucking bike
If i wanted a pair of fucking shoes
I would've fucking asked
This cowboy suit and ping-pong set
You can stick right up your arse
You went and mucked my order up
It's enough to make you spew
It's not just me that's pissed off
My sister's cheesed off too
Santa claUs you cunt
Where's my fucking pram
You promised me you fucking cunt
You know who I am
'Cos I'm the little girl
You made sit right on your hand
Never mind your ho ho ho
Where's my fucking pram
Next time i go to see him
I'm gonna punch him in the guts
Set his fucking reindeer loose
Kick rudolf in the nuts
Just you wait til next year
'Til we get to that store
A mate of my little sister
'll come stomping through that door
Hey mums and dads just check his breath
And watch his bloodshot eyes
Don't listen to him boys and girls
'Cos he tells fucking lies
He's a pisstake and a pervert
He's not even fucking bright
'Cos that fucking wanker
Forgot my fucking bike
Hey santa claus you cunt
Where's my fucking bike
I've unwrapped all this other junk
There's nothing what I like
I wrote you a fucking letter
And I came to see you twice
You geriatric wanker
Forgot my fucking bike
Yeah I'm gonna tell my dad on you
Fucking punch your head in....cunt
I saw mummy sucking santa
