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NoFX lyrics

Album: So Long And Thanks For All The Shoes [1997]

Tracks16
 01  It's My Job To Keep Punk Rock Elite
 02  Kids Of The K-Hole
 03  Murder The Government
 04  Monosyllabic Girl
 05  180 Degrees
 06  All His Suits Are Torn
 07  All Outta Angst
 08  I'm Telling Tim
 09  Champs Elysees
 10  Dad's Bad News
 11  Kill Rock Stars
 12  Eat The Meek
 13  The Desperation's Gone
 14 Flossing A Dead Horse
 15  Quart In Session
 16  Falling In Love
all NoFX lyrics



It's My Job To Keep Punk Rock Elite
Indescriminate I'd rather be elite
I'll choose my own shit scene
Unsubstatiated 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 buy and brand it
I win, you lose, cause it's my job
To keep punk rock elite

This music ain't your fuckin' industryback to top
Kids Of The K-Hole
Everybody needs some time away
Just stuck in the k-hole again
An is 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/love

Somewhere between eden and north utopia
Somewhere beneath 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
'cause I promised my heart to her
She cooked it medium well
Then preceded to swallow it whole

It may sound good to you
It may sound oh so wrong
Just stuck in the k-hole again
Winter's broken, summer's gone
Just stuck in the k-hole again
Just once again.back to top
Murder The Government
I wanna see the constitution burn
Wanna watch the white hourse overturn
Wanna witness some blue blood bleed red

I wanna tar and lynch the kkk
I wanna pull and shoot the nra
I wanna pay the lobbyists to kill themselves
I wanna dose the dea
I wanna join the cia (not really)

Murder the government, murder the government
Murder the government, and then do it again.. yeah
Murder the government, murder the government
Murder the government, and then
Murder the governmentback to top
Monosyllabic Girl
I take her to aquarium, she says shark
I take her to the planitarium, she says it's dark
I take her to the seaside
Where she likes to spin and twirl
She says sure and cool and yeah
She's my monosyllabic girl

I take her to the university, shesays huh
I take her to our anniversary, she says one
I take her to the jewelry store
I say diamond, she says pearl
Oh everyone know I'm in love
With a monosyllavbic girlback to top
180 Degrees
It's so easy to defend the status quo
With everyone so cool and 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
2 parts apathy, one part despair

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

Yeah, I now know the right thing to do
Yeah, anti tradition tried and true
Yeah, a world where wrong has right of way
Yeah, fuck that world, fuck that heirarchy

Go ahead, work, waste your life away
Fuck that world, go fuck that right awayback to top
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 mache
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 meback to top
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

So I'm off to pakistan, learn the laws of islam
Fundamentalism, forget that rock 'n' roll
No cigarette, 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 insane, I'm not liquored
I got nothin' to do, nothin' 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 step 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 insaneback to top
I'm Telling Tim
You better watch out you better not cry
You better put out records d.i.y.
Cause 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
You're gonna get ostracized like lawrence
When I tell tim I'm telling tim
I'm telling tim I'm telling timback to top
Champs Elysees
I was walking (strolling) on the avenue,the heart opened to the unknown
I wanted to say hello to anyone
Anyone and that was you,i told you anything,
Just hadda talk to you,to tame (win over) you.

On the champselysées,on the champselysées
Under the sun,under the rain,at midday or midnight,
There's whatever you want on the champselysées

You saidi have rendez vous in a basement(underground)
With mad(crazy)guys who live with guitar in the hand,
From evening til' morning
So,I've accompanied you (came with you),we sang,we danced
And we even not thought about kissin'(embracin')

On the champselysées,on the champselysées
Under the sun,under the rain,at midday or midnight,
There's whatever you want on the champselyséesback to top
Dad's Bad News
Don't believe a word your grandfather says
He's been classified grade a psycotik
You can see it from the hole in his head
A saner man would have used a bigger gun

Degeneration ah 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 while centuries turned
This certain trait has been a family tradition

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 your grandfather says
Don't believe a word your grandfather says
Don't believe a word your grandfather says
He's a psycotik, grade a psycoticback to top
Kill Rock Stars
Kill the rock stars
How ironic,
Kathleen
You've been crowned the newest queen
Kinda like the punk rock gloria steinham
You can't change the world by blaming men
Can't change the world by hating man

Just cause I don't know the reason you're so pissed
Don't dare tag me mysoginist
I thought the goal here was mutual respect
Not constructing a separate sect
I wish I could have seen courtney
Demonstrate some real mysoginy
Can't change the world by hating menback to top
Eat The Meek
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe

Because there's never gonna be enough space
So eat the meek, enjoy the waste
It's always gonna be a delicacy
Lick your chops and eat the meek

Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe

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

Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe

Because there's 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

Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longeback to top
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, now that desperation's gone
(the song is same) the desperation's gone

Turn, tune the knob k-go
Some alternal 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)
But the desperation's goneback to top
Quart In Session
It's funny how nothing seems much fun
Anymore to me now that I quit the drink
'cause soberness, it might be what I need
But it's certainly not how I wanna be

Nothing seems much fun anymore to me

Consequence never had anytime to think
About what coulda, shoulda, happen to me
C-common sense my parents said i
Didn't have any, but now look whose
Got the dough

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

Nothing seems much fun anymore to me (x4)back to top
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, 'cause 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 loveback to top
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