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Hold My Beer, Punk! (The Roots)

by Dropping A Popped Locket

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I Need a Four Letter Word for Rebellion 03:02
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Born underground, is that sick enough? Beer cans and party cups Spray paint and dirty clubs Music loud like injustice, then injustice gets louder, we get pissed and prouder! We'll fight oppression, not afraid to cause tension Closed fists and circle pits No straight path in our lives Too drunk to walk a straight line I need a four letter word for rebellion! Punk! Punk! Punk! Punk! We don’t refrain from fuckin' shit If there's a question we’ll question it Fight for religious freedom and gay rights We stand on the side of black lives Drink a bottle, make a molotov, throw it at some cops that are poppin' off Hoppin' trains to other states It’s the spirit of '77, plus we’re all against 88! I need a four letter word for rebellion! Punk! Punk! Punk! Punk! No straight path in our lives We’re too drunk to walk a straight line I need a four letter word for rebellion! Punk! Punk! Punk! Punk!
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You Call This Life? I Call This Rent 03:22
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We’re all in rented lives! These funhouse doors never close Never an end to this freak show Even though my ticket was free I cant help but dream of escaping There’s no windows in this place Just long hallways for me to pace The mirrors here all tell lies The door is open, I stay inside We’re walking in rented bodies We’re dying on borrowed time We’re stealing souls to get high Renting lives, renting lives Keeping up with something that was never there at all makes you think it's all a joke and you don’t mean shit My head is pounding, need liberation Hands broken from masturbation Teacher, I have sinned, what is my due? Portions of me, fortunate you We’re walking in rented bodies We’re dying on borrowed time We’re stealing souls to get high Renting lives, renting lives Tell these motherfuckers I don’t really wanna do it and it’s true this whole life is just a lie that we lose in from the start The cart is full but too heavy to pull, and too expensive to check out with No rested eyes in rented lives No rested eyes when we're all in rented lives Keeping up with something that was never there at all makes you think it's all a joke and you don’t mean shit We’re walking in rented bodies We’re dying on borrowed time We’re stealing souls to get high Renting lives, renting lives
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Felt Punk, Might Delete Later 03:40
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There’s No Use For A Name, I leave them Blanks when I bring 'em up I’m just a Misfit with Heart that I’ve Stitched Up I’ve had so many Restarts that I’m Unseen I’m Against All Authority and the whole world is Against Me They got no Business spreading Germs so Rancid, just a Minor Threat Too busy having Cheap Sex with Adicts in X-Ray Spex I’m just a Doll from New York with a Bad Brain Cuz all you Stooges do is Interrupt some Loose Change Keep calling me a punk? You’re lame! And I know that you don’t like me (oh no!) But I know, that you know, that one likes you! Just bought some Green Jelly so I had a Green Day I Clashed on that Crass until my Box Car Raced I had a Simple Plan but some Vandals didn’t make it easy Tried to Rise Against, was Sublimed by Killing Bikinis My Tendencies are Suicidal, you gotta be Fugazi No Adolescents, life Tsunami Bombed my Atari I’ve been Exploited, just knew Fear but now I’m Sick Of It All You have NO FX on me. I’m Out Boy, Fall Keep calling me a punk? You’re lame! And I know that you don’t like me (oh no!) But I know, that you know, that one likes you! Yeah Yeah Yeahs
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National Anthem 03:02
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Fuck your oil trade monopoly! I turn my back on you, the red, white and blue Why does it make the news, what the fuck did I do? I have the right to progress (and express!) And the right to protest And not to be oppressed It’s bigotry in progress I won’t pledge allegiance, fuck this flag! What a sound, what a song; only two minutes long Why not sing along? Is what I do so wrong? Insecure about loyalty to aMeRiCaN rOyaLtY Is what I do disloyalty? Fucking media is all you see I won’t pledge allegiance, fuck this flag! You teach it in your schools: mandatory government rules Your hands are over your heart, your minds are in the dark When I don’t rise, you feel cheated A class full of kids standing, one left seated Sorry I didn’t obey. Your “freedom’s” not for me I won’t pledge allegiance, fuck this flag! I’ll never pledge allegiance
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B.D.C. 01:58
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ACAB ACAB ACAB ACAB Fuck you! How’s that mirror look lately? Not worth the figure in your paycheck? Fuck blue lives, ACAB Murderers playing hero, your victims won’t go nameless For all that you’ve dealt Turn that gun on yourself Dead cops. Dead cops. (fuck yea!) Billions of dead cops Do what’s right, a bit of suicide Use those dead eyes that burrow in your face Look at your arm, trace a blue line Billions of dead cops make the world a better place For all that you’ve dealt Turn that gun on yourself Dead cops. Dead cops. (fuck yea!) Billions of dead cops For all that you’ve dealt Turn that gun on yourself Dead cops. Dead cops. (fuck yea!) Line the streets with dead cops!
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The Art of Drinking 02:41
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Unsuccessful soberness; the story of our lives Beer for breakfast, 7am, you all wonder why Going through our days always drunk as fuck Just a drop of our blood would make Dracula drunk The art of drinking The art of drinking Despite what you think of us We’re still drinking Crack a bottle and pass it 'round We’re still drinking Despite the fact we’re falling down We’ll keep drinking Drinking is a way of life Spiky haired drunk punks ‘til we die Need someone in which you can always depend Quit the hunt, start to chug, King Cobra's our fucking friend Puking up cheap vodka in the middle of the night Not a fucking problem, it’s a fucking way of life The art of drinking The art of drinking Despite what you think of us We’re still drinking Crack a bottle and pass it 'round We’re still drinking Despite the fact we’re falling down We’ll keep drinking Drinking is a way of life Spiky haired drunk punks ‘til we die It’s over, I’m sober It’s over, I’m fucking sober The art of drinking The art of drinking Despite what you think of us We’re still drinking Crack a bottle and pass it 'round We’re still drinking Despite the fact we’re falling down We’ll keep drinking Drinking is a way of life Spiky haired drunk punks ‘til we die
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Pinhead Punx 00:57
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Made on the streets of NYC To the basement of CBGB. Never go, never leave From the streets of NYC From Joey’s mic to the spiked green hair None of us fucking care! Drink a beer, sniff some glue We got nothing better to do! Pinhead punks, that’s all we are Gabba Gabba hey! Playing bars Pinhead punks, that’s all we’ll be New York City! Society wants us gone Wants us dead, wants us gone We don’t give a fuck about them! Oi! Fuck society! Pinhead punks, that’s all we are Gabba Gabba hey! Playing bars Pinhead punks, that’s all we’ll be New York City! Pinhead punks, that’s all we are Gabba Gabba hey! Playing bars Pinhead punks, that’s all we’ll be New York City!
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Chutes & Ladders 04:55
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If you want to play be prepared to lose Everyone’s cheating and now you’re fucking screwed You’ve got to take the risk, don’t give up It’s those who never tried who are out of luck If no one took a chance, where would we be today? Repetitious lives, nothing would ever change You’ve got to play, you’ve got to live…fucking live! Your turn, your choice, let’s hear your voice You're sick, you're pissed, so raise a fist Instead you do nothing cause living life’s a waste of time Fucking waste of time Fucking waste of time Live for the moment, throw caution to the wind If you don’t explore, you’ll only find where you’ve been You can’t sit around dwelling on the past It’ll come back and bite you in the ass Regretting your life will get you nowhere Those choices you made seem so unfair Just cause things didn’t go your way, that’s fucking lame! Your turn, your choice, let’s hear your voice You're sick, you're pissed, so raise a fist Instead you do nothing cause living life’s a waste of time Fucking waste of time Fucking waste of time! Fuck fuck fuck fuck Atychiphobia time Living with disease; no happiness Kill yourself Yep, go…
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7-5-3 (Goin' Nowhere) 02:09
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Classes clash, generational strife Your labor’s worth more than your life Police are old money, bosses are new Now there’s nothing left for you Increased taxes, not your wage Building up blue collar rage Optimism gets us nowhere Apathetic, we don’t care We’re going nowhere And we don’t care Aimless angle with no cause When all our future hopes are lost Aspirations are normal for you Now there’s nothing left to do Apathetic, all we are Why’d you think that you’d go far? When your system crumbles down We’ll laugh as it fucking hits the ground We’re going nowhere And we don’t care
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I Wanna Be a Punk (Blanks 77 Cover) 02:58
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I'm filled with aggravation Filled with anticipation For a future that is mine I'm so filled up with hate I just can't concentrate Am I running out of time I wanna be a punk, I wanna be a punk I wanna be a punk, don't you? I wanna be a punk, I wanna be a punk I wanna be a punk, fuck you! You tried to sell me out That's not what I'm about Come and get me if you dare You trashed my generation Brainwashed by television Images that aren't really there I wanna be a punk, I wanna be a punk I wanna be a punk, don't you? I wanna be a punk, I wanna be a punk I wanna be a punk, fuck you! I'm a good for nothing Another washed up has been I'm a dirty piece of scum I'm just a teenage waste My brain's in outer space And I'm having so much fun I wanna be a punk, I wanna be a punk I wanna be a punk, don't you? I wanna be a punk, I wanna be a punk I wanna be a punk, fuck you!
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Richmond Hill 03:19
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RHPR! Walking down, down, down the streets today, of Richmond Hill Standing in the gutter, knee deep in sewage spills On the corner of 104 and Jamaica Waiting for the J, wondering if I'll make it We walk the streets of Richmond Hill Doesn't matter what we wear We walk the streets of Richmond Hill With our spiky pointed hair We walk the streets of Richmond Hill Yup, yup we're drinking up your beer We walk the streets of Richmond Hill It's all family here Walking down, down, down the streets just looking for a fight Never stray two blocks away on these dark cold nights Thugs, skins, and pistol whip familiarity Get in fights left and right, what a fucking city! We walk the streets of Richmond Hill Doesn't matter what we wear We walk the streets of Richmond Hill With our spiky pointed hair We walk the streets of Richmond Hill Yup, yup we're drinking up your beer We walk the streets of Richmond Hill It's all family here RHPR! We walk the streets of Richmond Hill Doesn't matter what we wear We walk the streets of Richmond Hill With our spiky pointed hair We walk the streets of Richmond Hill Yup, yup we're drinking up your beer We walk the streets of Richmond Hill It's all family here We own the streets of Richmond Hill Doesn't matter what we wear We own the streets of Richmond Hill With our spiky pointed hair We own the streets of Richmond Hill Yup, yup we're drinking up your beer We own the streets of Richmond Hill It's all family here
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All My Friends Jingle: A Jingle 00:32
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Chains, chains, keys, keys I know it’s them, they know it's me All my friends jingle Chains and keys They know where I am, I know where they be All my friends jingle Chingity ching, oi oi, oi oi, you’ll always hear us coming Chingity ching, oi oi, oi oi you’ll know when we’re around Chains, chains, keys, keys I know it’s them, they know it's me All my friends jingle Chains and keys They know where I am, I know where they be All my friends jingle and they're all fucking drunk!

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released October 15, 2021

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Dropping A Popped Locket Queens, New York

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