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The Contract `U.S. Bombs`

An old motel broad side of the road there aint been a lick of sense the manager hides the lable sighsthrough booking agents and promoter ties The contracts runnin out tonight back to the laundromats tonight

Bombs Not Food `U.S. Bombs`

Jumped of the staircase When the barkeep threw me out I had to pack my suitcase When they said to leave town I looked up at the sign that said Bombs are not allowed I went and made my own sign too Ya can't

U.S. Of Hate `U.S. Bombs`

On Saturday night When I was born Down on the farm Guitar plinkin' And we started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get hot Up steps George Jones We started clappin' And he

The World `U.S. Bombs`

Lotta' paranoia everywhere Take a look out your door If it ain't the tube, it's the paper news Third World War or church They feed us all this phony propaganda They pawn it off as food for thought The

The Gow `U.S. Bombs`

Kill me I need the rest Put me out of misery Whole jungle on my shoulders my back's gonna break I'm a slowe for the gow Slave labor to slave And drag around Needle's broken in the ditch of burned out veins

Majestic Twelve `U.S. Bombs`

Rothchild apparatus Individualism gone forever The ruling class The ruling class The ruling class The ruling class Oblivious to the nature of their mission Every war we've had starts at the bank Secret

Yer Country `U.S. Bombs`

In the country, it aint no tis of thee In the country, I'm proud to be ashamed The sham of 69 gear'd up for riots gainst police the country is rippin at the seams In the country, Woody Gunthrie took the

Warstoryville `U.S. Bombs`

Here lies the dead outlaws who lived One of the gang made a deal with Pinkerton Jesse Told Frank I'm goin' out with a bang shot in the back As soon as he turned his head The Midwest wranglers of eighteen

Salute The Dead `U.S. Bombs`

There's an o.d. case in the pool There's a couple passed out on the stairs Watch your shoes, 'cause they'll steal you, blind you Ain't gonna find the winners here A dead mans weekend has got my name On

The Wig Out `U.S. Bombs`

There's a brand new gig And it's called the wig Its not for your head Its not the jig Lossen up your pants And freak to the beat Take a slug of you beer And let it rip If ya had a hard day, then ya better

Skater Dater `U.S. Bombs`

Had a treasure map that said Park it over at the asylum Took a gander over the fence To an empty left hand kidney Round and big with a perfect hip pearl White smooth surface tile's So blue fat coping lips

New Killer `U.S. Bombs`

Quiet knocks on the front door Delivery eat the liver Pizzas for the stocking killer Feed it to the head in the freezer Ravaging inside the trash They're all on speed Place your bets the worms crawl in

John Gotti `U.S. Bombs`

Bring in the mob! John Gotti John Gotti Bring in the mob!

In & Out `U.S. Bombs`

downtown hangin around over and under in and out stanger now in a different town My babe so far away she at the top of the world im way down here way down under with the kangaroos right down im at the

Isolated Ones `U.S. Bombs`

Can't buy you Cadillac, a diamond ring There's no dough in the ghetto A nine to nine, got a barmy life And I broke all the windows, we are the isolated ones We're gonna run, run, run, get my loaded gun

Good Night `U.S. Bombs`

I'll be the last to understand While you were demoralized God damnit times still on your side A rolling stone no less the Dischords on the side Just add a star up in the sky With broken records broken

Yanks & Rebs `U.S. Bombs`

dogfighting planes over west germany the red baron'll say that you ain't his enemy somebody's hit they pulled the 'chute and the jumped ship a prisoner of war now counting bricks i'm proud to be(x3) an

New Approach `U.S. Bombs`

Woke up at the motor inn I was feeling sick Living on cottons everyday gutter hype with no veins I need a fix, I need a front I need a new approach, a new approach I'm boosting good at the record store

Hobroken Dreams `U.S. Bombs`

Brought up as peasants at the bottom of the hill Hobroken's only view, a mountaintop rubber plant The factory whistle blows twice every day Smokestacks make the skies black So thick, I could hardly see

Framed `U.S. Bombs`

Intro: Oklahoma city bombing cover up Timothy McVeigh is innocent By preponderance of evidence Lets get it straight a cover up is no accident Evidence isolates the patsy lone assassin Conquer and divide

Hand Me The Downs `U.S. Bombs`

Too much pressure, gonna self explode The baggage keeps on pilin' up My future dangles from the end of a rope No coat tails to sew on my coat This is just a fame, it's just a game Good God above take me

Madagascar `U.S. Bombs`

Two hundred loathsome cutthroats Armed to the teeth Hurling there grenades As they get closer to the beach We had cutlasses and blunderbusses Off to get an island with the only money tree Take it from

Not Enough `U.S. Bombs`

There's not enough, there's not enough There's not enough crash every night in a different place Daylight's doin' time birtha's just a ghetto slag cross the state lines Always on the road rollin' to the

Joe's Tune `U.S. Bombs`

I aint got no rhythm draggin me around i'm the white kinda color on the wrong side of town and all the people down in brixton town said hey white boy wont you lend me a pound aint got no pund no dollor

Rumble Fishers `U.S. Bombs`

Guitar sounds, the drums splash Our bowl is hot like a sauna We've looked around the playgrounds It's sucker fish and Piranhas Stuck in a tank Lost in Space Tracks of the train going nowhere We must repeat

Beetle Boot `U.S. Bombs`

Mackn with Trish in the dark on the docks Turn the ambulance sirens up emergency Baby, I ain't one to wait I gonna get your britches off Any day now there gonna drop the bomb And were gonna be a bucket

Lab Rats `U.S. Bombs`

God bless the police invisible marines Your state isn't safe and niether is me We're the rats of experiment Suburban laboratore We're the mice without legs Tagged at birth Laboratory rats This is a lab

76ixties `U.S. Bombs`

Me and my bike go everywhere together Just the same way evil did Me and my bike take pink slips All around the neighborhood Me and my anti-biker cycle We're cruisin' around We're downtown cruisin

Rocks In Memphis `U.S. Bombs`

I can't forget shit, I get from other bands I can't forget kickin' dope in a cargo van Memphis winter in a frigidare It gives me more character pissed out winds United Air crossed the Mississippi bridge

Die Alone `U.S. Bombs`

Walked all around through London Town Hung awhile on carnaby What happened to the Soho What happened to Kings Road A revolution blitze Completely smashed to bits Of kids, what about the future I thought