If you were to blow up all the banks You'd never get in trouble 'cuz There'd be no more more left To pay off all the lawyers and police Call in a bomb threat to the school It doesn't have to be our school And you don't have to mean it But if you're down for real, I'll grab my keys No one gives a shit anymore what happens To the world, it's all going nowhere anyway The future is a promise made of cotton candy clouds From the smoke stacks of a concentration camp And the here-and-now, it just ain't workin' out Show me a tenuous strand of hope And I'll reveal the ignorance and cowardice That carboard, stars-and-stripes Sponsored front conceals Acclimate to devastations Underwhelmingly-predicted Nevertheless, deadly with no chance of Recovery and no one at the wheel We'll make the best of a bad situation Bombing our mistakes, one ALDI® at a time And we'll all ride into Hell on a nuclear sunset Laughing as the fear of death eventually abates While leaving fucking nothing in our wake <instrumental> Nobody's left to tell us "no" Least of all, the proverbial "Man in Charge" Who would've put this mess to rest A long-ass time ago Nobody minds the coming dim Nobody left alive, anyway We've tricked your boomer hot-rods Out and taken them on the roads Clinging like barnacles to California's ruins Soaking up the sun to the very last drop We'll give praise to our destruction and we'll never mind the drought And we'll sit around the fire, playing Andrew Jackson Jihad covers Waiting for the stars to go out We'll sit around the fire, playing Andrew Jackson Jihad covers Waiting for the stars to go out We'll sit around the fire, playing Andrew Jackson Jihad covers Waiting for the stars to go out

They wrote BLM in the street Another man died beneath pig feet But I guess it's the thought that counts Liberals smiled, wiped a tear from their eyes As the anarchists realized If you want something done, you gotta do it yourself (Chorus) Watch the circus, eat the bread There's another thousand dead Aimless meandering while politicians are pandering To make you forget why you're there at all Picket line turned into a bake sale For the middle class, slinging their kale Posing for pictures with good cops Cops turn and see a kid with a can Putting ACAB on the back of their van So they pull out all the stops "Vandalism is a felony, The youth have better respect me, Don't you know I'm one of the good ones?" Rubber bullet knocks the kid down Teeth and blood all over the ground His brains dashed out from their non-lethal rounds (Chorus x 2)

Fuck you, Mom and Dad I don't wanna go to school, I'd rather die I won't remember shit Or become a doctor, so it's a waste of time Nobody showed me love when I was a little boy Nobody gave me hugs except for my Uncle Floyd And he's in jail For being the worst camp counselor in the world But mostly for tax fraud -- that's odd I wonder what he's worth Fuck you, officers I'm not going in the hole, I'd rather fry The system made me what I am So cram it with your suit and tie Nobody gives a fuck if I make it out alive But with a little luck, I won't be doing any time In fuckin' jail 'Cuz there's a bullet in a pistol specially reserved for me So if my chances look slim or grim Well, then, c'est la vie <instrumental> Fuck you, God and Satan All you guys do is bitch and fight If you weren't so self-centered You'd see that you're both on the same side Don't you see that you need each other to define yourselves? Talk about it over some weed and, when you're done, send me to Hell Just not to jail I would rather burn in the center of the Earth But if you'd make an exception, my lesson I have truly learned

I went down to my favorite bar Put shoes on my feet and hopped into my car But halfway there lights lit up my rearview mirror And I realized tonight I won't be drinking any beer We pulled off to the side. the cop leapt out of his car Said, "What you thinking being out here after it gets dark? Don't you know that Simi is a sundown town? I'm gonna have to take you in for being too brown." (Chorus) We got guns, and god, and geriatrics galore Here in Simi Valley home, sweet home (x2) I was driving down Tapo when my car did a barrel roll Flipped head over heels and fell into a hole Some ancient motherfucker had a stroke at the wheel His bumper sticker read, "Jesus Christ can heal" Well I fucking hope so cause my femurs in my skull I guess now I'll just wave goodbye to my soul All cause some walking skeleton thought he could still drive He hasn't passed the vision test since 1985 (Chorus x2)

originally from Disney's "Alice in Wonderland" (1951)

Well I can't wake up without my coffee But I can't eat after I drink coffee So I guess eating will have to go And I can't sleep without my whiskey But I can't wake up when I drink whiskey So I guess waking up will have to go And I'm pretty sure that we weren't born to die But it's become quite apparent that we were born to cry, 2, 3, 4, And I can't focus without my addy But I see demons when I take addy So I guess sanity will have to go And I can't relax without my cigarettes But I can't breathe when I smoke cigarettes So I guess breathing will have to go And I'm pretty sure that we weren't born to die But it's become quite apparent that we were born to cry, 2, 3, 4

I laughed so fuckin' hard when I found out he was dead I didn't give a fuck and so I jacked off all day And I thought that was that 'til he became a fuckin' meme And even after years, he's still appearing in my dreams Harambe fuckin' got shot and died And it's still fuckin' funny - fuckin' stupid fuckin' monkey Harambe, all the vegetarians cried It's just as fuckin' funny - I daresay, it gets funnier with age Well, the story goes like this: a stupid fuckin' kid Climbed into the pit where Harambe lived He tried to drown the kid and I really wish he did But the stupid fuckin' zoo shot him down instead Harambe, fuckin' got shot and died They were aiming for the kid, but the bullet fucking missed Harambe was a stupid, fat gorilla But I wish he would come back so that we could kill him all over again Why'd they have to take Harambe down? They should've shot the stupid fucking kid And they should've fed his stupid fucking mom to polar bears If they all died, it would be way more funny <instrumental> Harambe, you're a fuckin' badass ape And I wish they let you live and keep that kid you would've ate Harambe - number one in America 'Cuz he gives us all erections and distracts from the election Harambe - he took a bullet for you We should show him all our thanks by urinating on his grave Harambe, you're a fucking godsend now And while I don't believe in ghosts, I would gladly vote for your's for president

This song's the "fuck you" song Cause every band should have a "fuck you" song And we want you to know that we hate you This song's about your mom Cause every band should have a song about your mom And she wants you to know, she hates you too Yeah, you're a fucking cunt I hope the cord breaks on your bungee jump And your organs splatter all over the ground And your brain falls out through your broken crown And I never have to see your face again This song's about your dog Cause every band should have a song about your dog And he wants you to know, he hates you too This song's about your boss Cause every band should have a song about your boss And she wants you to know, she hates you too You fucking imbecile I'm glad I haven't seen you in a while Cause if I do we're gonna have to throw down Gonna slam your rat teeth right into the ground So I never have to hear your voice again

Primitive Man does whatever he can He'll beat'cho ass and drag yo' woman away Primitive Man - he take a shit in the sand He don't give fuck what anybody say Primitive Man an ig'nant man He don't fuck with no books, he don't need no plan Primitive Man formidable man With the strength of a thousand Red-Bull® bros named Dan He's Primitive Man Primitive Man is on a permanent ban From walkin' up to women in the dead of night Primitive Man - he cornered her in the can And he wouldn't let her go without a fight Primitive Man a ladies man But the concept of 'consent' he just don't understand Primitive Man a prison man But don't you worry, once the tunnel gets dug, he'll escape to freedom in a jam He's Primitive Man Primitive Man never washes his hands And all the boo-boos on his body got infected Primitive Man afraid of medical scans He ate the last doctor guy that tried to inject him Primitive Man a skeptical man He don't trust science, he don't trust Uncle Sam Primitive Man a Renaissance Man He once did a really wicked kick-flip over the walkway railing in front of the mall on the corner of Union and Grand He's Primitive Man Primitive Man not diminutive man He'll break open your skull like an egg in a frying pan Primitive Man - his favorite color is tan He'll eat any kind of jerky, no matter the brand Primitive Man determined man With a short fuse and a shorter attention span Primitive Man a cultured man He saw Trapt a hundred times, he's their biggest fan Primitive Man a rebel man He don't say "please" and he don't say "thank you, ma'am" Primitive Man the ultimate man When all is said and done, and the earth crashes into the sun, and the Solar System collapses into a black hole, fusing with the impending supermassive black hole at the center of the galaxy, and all light is inevitably absorbed, and the universe is plunged into a blind, degenerate era of subatomic decay, while the very contents of existence accelerate further and further apart from one another, leading to the complete and utter cessation of motion and the dark and bitter end of the space-time continuum as we know it -- what solace is there in this dreadful revelation when we are so far beyond the comforting conviction of a just and loving god?! Out! Out, brief candle! Out with a whimper, not with a bam! God damn! And throughout the whole hideous, inverted childhood What, at last, remains What finally stands Is Primitive Man

originally by AJJ