Yer Country

In the country, it aint no tis of thee. In the country, I'm proud to be ashamed. The sham of 69 geared up for riots against police. The country is rippin' at the seams.

Yanks & Rebs

Warstoryville

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.

War Birth

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.

U.s. Of Hate

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.

Tora! Tora! Tora!

America the beautiful. Amber waves of race. Constitutes equality. Dont dub us left or right. . Tora, tora, tora. Tora, tora, tora. Tora, tora, tora. Tora, tora, tora.

The Contract

An old motel broad side of the road. There ain't been a lick of sense. The manager hides, the label sighs. Through booking agents and promoter ties. .

So In Fuck With You

Skater Dater

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.

Salute The Dead

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.

Rumble Fishers

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.

Rubber Room

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.

Rocks In Memphis

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.

Outta Touch

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.

Orange Crunch

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.

Nothin' On Us

Down the aisle my bride in black. You were water and I was the tide at the bar. I got in another fight I kissed the ground goodnight. . We stole plenty, we spent every penny.

Not Enough

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.

No Company Town

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.

New Killer

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.

New Approach

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.