Bricks Are Heavy
Album - 14 aprile 1992 - Debaser id 17064

Wargasm Wargasm, one two three
Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the amputee
Masturbate, watch it on TV
Crocodile tears for the refugee

Wargasm Wargasm, one two three
smutty bloody pictures, ecstasy
Blue balls waiting impatiently
From Alcatraz to Lady Liberty.

Body bags and dropping bombs,
The pentagon knows how to turn us on.
Wargasm Wargasm, one two three
People, people, ecstasy
wave those flags high in the air
As long as it takes place over there.

Wargasm
Wargasm
Wargasm
Wargasm

Body bags and dropping bombs,
the pentagon knows how to turn us, turn us on
Wargasm
Turn us on
Wargasm

What's up with what's going down
In every city, in every town
Cramping styles is the plan
They've got us in the palm of every hand

When we pretend that we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we've said
When we pretend that we're dead

Turn the tables with our unity
They neither moral nor majority
Wake up and smell the coffee
Or just say no to individuality

When we pretend that we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we've said
When we pretend that we're dead

Come on, come on, come on come on

When we pretend that we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we've said
When we pretend that we're dead

My diet pill is wearing off
My diet pill is wearing off

Cos Victor's in the bed
Sewn in the sheets with thread
The twins are in the car
The frying pan is red

Calgon can't take me away
No, Calgon can't take me away
From the things that I did today

Cos Victor's in the bed
Sewn in the sheets with thread
The twins are in the car
The frying pan is red

I'm outta here
I'm so outta here
I'm outta here

I think the swelling is going down
I said I think that the swelling is going down
Two hundred dollars to leave this town

Cos Victor's in the bed
Sewn in the sheets with thread
The twins are in the car
The frying pan is red
I'm outta here
I'm so outta here
I'm outta here

Glade told her ma, Home scene's lame
I gotta go head into town, blow some steam at the rock show
Sneak through the back door and head for the pit
Then some drunk, stupid loser started giving her shit

Redneck's on parade
Don't cross my line
Says Everglade
Everglade

He was whipping through the pit
Knocked her into the stage
She said, Have your fun,
But stop being so lame.
This guy was drunk, stupid
And he must have weighed a ton
Said, Get out of here girly,
I'm just trying to have some fun.

So you wanna have some fun
Well, break out the big guns
Redneck's on parade
Don't cross my line
Says Everglade
Everglade

He kept it up, his fists started flying
They dodged each punch, as he kept trying
Tripped on his own feet and hit the floor
Glade got to pushing and rolled him out the door
So you wanna have some fun?
Well break out the big guns
Rednecks on parade
Don't cross my line
Says Everglade

I put your stuff out on the porch
(letting it slide)
You pissed in your pants and put out the torch
(letting it slide)
You splattered the bathroom with your hair dye
(letting it slide)
Im kicking you out and you know why

Yeah, I've been letting it slide
You've been along for the ride.

You put your cane right through my amp
(letting it slide)
When it comes to losers, you're the champ
(letting it slide)
From my garden, Ill pull your weed
(letting it slide)
Your stupid evil, I will not feed
NO!

Yeah, I've been letting it slide
You've been along for the ride
Yeah, I've been letting it slide
You've been along for the ride

I put your stuff out on the porch
(letting it slide)
You pissed in your pants and put out the torch
(letting it slide)
You splattered the bathroom with your hair dye
(letting it slide)
Im kicking you out and you know why.

Yeah, I've been letting it slide
You've been along for the ride
Yeah, I've been letting it slide
You've been along for the ride

Get out of here boy
It took me three weeks to clean that bathroom
You know that amps don't grow on trees

Stranded in the streets of San Francisco
A rusty car pulled along side of me
I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal
An idol's face was staring at me.

Don't preach to me
Mr. integrity

Sittin' shotgun, out of my brain
Im up for draggin' through the art ghettos
Stepped on the gas, gums started to flap
Punk rock manifestoes

Spittin', fumin',
The streets are filled with so much glass that I wanted to break
Eyes spinnin' 'round
As my feet shook the ground
Like the San Francisco earthquake

Don't preach to me
Mr. integrity
Don't preach to me
Mr. integrity
I'm not the enemy
Please don't preach to me
Mr. integrity

Stranded in the streets of San Francisco
A rusty car pulled along side of me
I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal
An idol's face was staring at me
Spittin', fumin',
The streets are filled with so much glass that I wanted to break
Eyes spinnin' 'round
As my feet shook the ground
Like the San Francisco earthquake

Don't preach to me
Mr. integrity
Don't preach to me
Mr. integrity

Don't preach to me
Mr. integrity (ha!)
I'm not the enemy (no)
Please don't preach to me
Mr. integrity

come on over,is getting too late...
is time to fish,no time to cut bait
goolish passion,you inspire...
with your kind of trouble,I'll never tire

(chorus)

Monster.....(monster in me)
Bring out the monster (monster in me)

In a world of diposable icons...
all the jokers,with phoney o' come on's...
I know,I can't depend on you...
when we're together,where hurting crew


(chorus)
you bring out the monster in me...

we don't need to look for trouble...
my partner in crime,my insanity double
when life takes a turn from bad to worst...
you're always there,my lovable curse

(chorus)
you bring out the monster in me...
monster in you!!!!!

When I get mad and I get pissed
I grab my pen and I write out a list
Of all the people who won't be missed
You've made my shitlist
For all the ones who put me out (shitlist)
For all the ones who filled my head with doubt (shitlist)
For all the squares who get me pissed (shit list)
You've made my shit list

Shit list x2

When I get mad and I get pissed
I grab my pen and I write a list
Of all you assholes that won't be missed
You've made my shit list

Shit list x4

No raving beauty
But she's got a good heart
He's got escaping
Down to an art

This ain't pleasure
Don't ask why
This ain't pleasure
And monkeys can't fly

She's an infection,
A stain on his soul
He's her addiction
They're out of control

This ain't pleasure
Don't ask why
This ain't pleasure
And monkeys can't fly, oh no

This ain't pleasure
Don't ask why
This ain't pleasure
And monkeys can't fly