After a couple months i heard caboogy Girl,
On run de other Ra play sunday night
That was enough, for me i hopped the bus
to look a reach pizza and buy my all time favourite record.
The next time i went to the whiskey
it was DOA with millions of dead cops
the ladder band played faster than i could believe
but the song sound the same it kinda sucked.
So John Wayne was a Nazi and Joey Shithead was a drunk
then John Mersiad-speetsum hit me to a pulp
cause having long hair was a mistake.
The Third time i went to the hospital
i needed thirteen Stitches in my head
i managed to catch about six songs of No Repute
then some suicidal threw me into a post.
My girlfriend started to cry because we had to leave
before DRI played fifty lousy songs
My blood-stained shirt smelt of clove cigarettes
but it sure looked pretty cool after a wash.
