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For your listening pleasure, Fuck You!

Skinnies and metal heads,
born in the gutter, and chained to the radiator of a squat basement for 19 years
We are proud to announce the triumph return, the thunderous cacophony,
the CRACK ROCK STEADY BEAT!
As the same bitches that brought you the tower tumblin', Mediocre Generica, on 9-11-01
As the same mother fuckers that united the Gay Rudies,
Rock crack city!
And sainted the Columbine kids,..we are pleased to present...

FROM ALL THE WAY IN THE BACK OF THE FOOD STAMP LINE!
AND STRAIGHT OUTTA MOTHERFUCKIN' REHAB!
IT'S THE GOOD, THE BAD,
ITS THE ONE AND ONLY....
CHRIS BEARD!!

I'm being hunted by paleface in blue
and these cracka' spooks are haunting you too
With municipal shovels they're out digging our graves
Under threat of reprisal we abide to enslave
but Policia, policia; why can't you see
Your bullets will never pacify me
I don't fight the world; the world fights me
Cause the gang in control is the fucking P.D.

a liar once said "we're innocent til proven guilty" - but the the truth is absurd
we're poor until proven rich
and the scales of justice are fixed by lying pigs

Hello, hello, hello, this is the Lord God, can you hear?
Hellfire and damnation's what I've got for you down there
On earth I have ambassadors, archbishop, vicar, pope
We'll blind you with morality, you'd best abandon any hope,
We're telling you you'd better pray cos you were born in sin
Right from the start we'll build a cell and then we'll lock you in
We sit in holy judgement condemning those that stray
We offer our forgiveness, but first we'll make you pay

If you don't like religion you can be the antichrist
If your tired of politics you can be an anarchist

Government free, you and me
no gods no managers
Its anarchy

Critics say that it's just punk rock or that we're just naive anarchists.
They hope to discredit us with their labels and definitions.
Throughout history societies have condemned those who are later celebrated as heroes

They sit on the fence;
Real people stand against
And say they have the best intention,
Just a rip-off trick, it's always hip
To keep in with dissention
And if an arms dealer is the record boss,
The record labels can run'em at a loss.
It's money well spent to control the dross
What they don't break gets bent.... John.
But the fence, the fence, is owned by America.
Sit on the fence, owned by America.
They make no pretence, it's owned by America.
Sitting on the fence, owned by America.
On their side American troopers and bombs
On our side the trash and consumer cons
We've been occupied, culture smashed and betrayed
But the spirit is untouched... look out...
Stickin chicken, American grains.
Licking shittin, American reigns.
Kiddies fit in American trains.
Bombs tick in American.... planes.
American tourist, American free,
Two week tour in our misery.
A good museum but a stinking home.
The natives hang on the rotten.... backbone.
America owns, American wins.
Comes in packets bottles tins.
Blind our eyes, fills our ears
It's been our soul for twenty.... years.

if you live with anger and hate, just like here
where i live in fear of losing my mind
and killing you all, leaving no one behind

now, shows over come home, and i'm all alone
with no one to talk to and no pot to smoke
and they don't understand, me or who i am
they'll never except that this is all who i am
and all i can do is never enough
i wish that for once they'd just fucking lay off
Mickey Mouse... Fuck off

And as the Grand Central Circus is created by the masses, So, by our labour, will it be destroyed.

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i dont want tolive a life thats being controlled by you
i dont want to have to do all the things you tell me to
i was born with a mind and its a mind of my own
i refuse to be another person acting like a clone.
the freedom i was born with is the freedom that i'll keep
your laws and regulations need to be put to sleep
were not a machine with microchips you controll
we're human beings with a mind heart and soul.
i wont kill for the government if i cant kill for myself
i wont pay the taxes to some head statue on a shelf (president)
i wont buy the freedom if the freedoms supposed to be free
Im not anti government- im just for being me.

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Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do
I am he and she is she but you're the only you
No one else has got your eyes, can see the things you see
It's up to you to change your life and my life's up to me
The problems that you suffer from are problems that you make
The shit we have to climb through is the shit we choose to take
If you don't like the life you live, change it now it's yours
Nothing has effects if you don't recognise the cause
If the programme's not the one you want, get up, turn off the set
It's only you that can decide what life you're gonna get
If you don't like religion you can be the antichrist
If your tired of politics you can be an anarchist
But no one ever changed the church by pulling down a steeple
And you'll never change the system by bombing number ten
Systems just aren't made of bricks they're mostly made of people
You may send them into hiding, but they'll be back again
If you don't like the rules they make, refuse to play their game
If you don't want to be a number, don't give them your name
If you don't want to be caught out, refuse to hear their question
Silence is a virtue, use it for your own protection
They'll try to make you play their game, refuse to show your face
If you don't want to be beaten down, refuse to join their race
Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do
I am he and she is she but you're they only you

you stupid dumbshit goddamn motherfucker!!!!!!!!

hey man you know, im really okay?! the gun in my hand, it tells you the same! when im in my car, dont give me no crap cuz the slightest thing and i just might snap!

drink drink drink drink dont think, drink, drive KILL!

buzzbomb buzzbomb macho mobile! the roads my slave thats how i feel! i cruise alone i cruise real far! i love that feeling of my car!

bitchin' camero! bitchin camero! bitchin camero!







I had a dream that i drove.

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aparently if you sing a song to kyle while hitting a microphone over your head untill it dents the metal then pour piss on yourself he will think your "wierd"


Ive had a fucked up day.

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i dont care who had a bad day, fuck you.
When i have a bad day, i dont get 100 people telling me how pretty, cool and special i am. and why?
Fuck your bad day- I got stabbed in the head and didnt complain! and when i said something about it- Nobody sdaid how special i am to them.
So FUCK YOU! YOUR NOT SPECIAL TO ME!
Im sorry i woke up on the wrong side of the bed and no girls like me and school was lame. And they get a million replies about how loved they are.

HELLO YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNTS- I GOT FUC KING STABBED!

but fuck you.

fucking dickheads.


Heres my new entry:

SCHOOL SUCKED.

now watch the fucking replies....

skummy was...

stabbed.
I got stabbed in the head saterday, spent the night in the ER and police station and have been in hella pain from the waist up.
Lisa turner= fucking dead.

Me and Kyle are getting an apartment because we rule.

I want to think of another date to bring to sam, but unsure of what just yet.

Im done!

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Turn the page and it's
The scoop of the century
Dont wanna be L seven I had enough of this
This is brainwash and this is a clue
To the stars who fooled you
Tell me why you can't explain
You're only looking for vinyl yeah
Didn't they fool you they wanna be you

Gimme world war three we can live again
You didn't fool me but i fooled you
You wanna be me yeah You wanna be me
You wanna be someone yeah ruin someone
Yeah, Didn't I fool you I ruined you yeah
Didn't I fool you I sussed you out

I got you in the camera and
I got you in my camera
A secund of your life ruined for life
You wanna ruin me in your magazine
You wanna cover us in the margarine
And now is the time to realize
To have real eyes

Down down down down
And I'll take you down on the underground
Down in the dark and down in the crypt
Down in the dark where the typewriter fit
Down with your pen and pad ready to kill
To make me ill
Down wanna be someone you wanna be someone
Ruin someone
Make it as someone you wanna be me ruin me
A typewriter god a black and white king
PVC blackboard books black and white
I wanna be me

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-new tattoo of a girl on my stomach (dr.know)
-craigs getting his ass beat down
-"me: God this tat makes me like 500 times sexier than... well... Im a lot sexier anyways."
-I got two new belts, a new friend and such.
-I fucking love mechs, oi punk kyle, heroin mike, twat, bitchtits and the rest of the crew we fucking own.
- i like oi punk kyle because hes not boring when im bored.
-our crew could eat your fucking crew, shit your crew out, eat it again, then puke in your faces if we wanted. but were way to punk for that.
-I posted a pic of my tat on myspace.
-Im madly in love with my stomach right now. you have no idea.
-im going to boston! im shipping the fuck away!
-im Going to someones house after work tomorrow, then sleeping on the road ha!