Single Album
NOFX
2021 Released
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1
The Big Drag
05 : 48
2
I Love You More Than I Hate Me
02 : 36
3
Fuck Euphemism
02 : 14
4
Fish in a Gun Barrel
03 : 35
5
Birmingham
03 : 34
6
Linewleum
03 : 20
7
My Bro Cancervive Cancer
02 : 28
8
Grieve Soto
03 : 57
9
Doors and Fours
04 : 49
10
Your Last Resort
03 : 59
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Track Lyrics
I Love You More Than I Hate Me Lyrics
[SOLO]
Like a Randy Rhodes scholar
Or a rotary cell phone
A slave is lost without their collar
The un-favorite sundial tone
My conscience disobeys me
Because I always cease to amaze me
I’m like a vir-gin blossom
I’m on the verge of nawesome
A unhip-hop scotch blend
Where everyone tried to pretend
They didn’t want our love to end
But we all knew that it had to
Fuck Euphemism Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I walked into The Eagle and someone called me cis
I said I'm not a cis, I'm a sissy, should I call you Mister or Miss?
I said I'm actually a transvest, but before I got to tite
The place erupted into my first gender, pronoun bar fight
[Verse 2]
They said I was a Ross crossdress for less wannabe queer
I said my gender isn't fluid, but that's how I like my beer
They thought I was just posing or on a publicity stunt
Until I did a line off Scarlett's hundred thousand dollar cunt
[Pre-Chorus]
She paid a hundred thousand clams for a single clam in front
A very pricey pussy paid for by the government
[Chorus]
Then I said fuck euphemism, cis butt fuck my cis clit
Your hypocritical political correctness ain't legit
I mean it, fuck euphemism, I say what I wanna say
I love that LBGTQ will never include K
[Bridge]
'Cause they say that unlike cis queers kinksters make a choice
They're wrong, but yes, we choose which gag to take away our voice
I identify as a grain of saltpeter panarchist
Or a poly rubber puppy switch brat slut Dharmasochist
[Chorus]
So I said fuck euphemism, your words are neophyte
I'm a single, not a plural person, so call me per for the night
You're wrong if you hate me just 'cause I'm a word Smith and Wesson
'Cause I nicked this terminology from a Doris Lessing lesson
Fish in a Gun Barrel Lyrics
[Intro]
Does anyone know how loaded he was
When he unloaded his gun?
Does anyone know how loaded he was
When the slaughter had begun?
[Verse 1]
Does anyone know how crazy he was?
Does anyone think he did it because
He thought humans were in season?
His brain had a lesion?
Is it worse if he didn’t have any reason?
[Verse 2]
Does anyone know what number of pints
He was planning to spill?
Does anyone think he may have just been prescribed
The wrong happy pill?
Which god told him to kill all the infidels?
The intellectuals, the homosexuals
Even the red-nexuals
Anything can start making sense
When it's imprinted out of context
[Verse 3]
Does anyone know what made him decide
To unload his first round?
Do you think he cared what race or faith
For the victims he left for dead on the ground?
Does anyone know how Jewish he was?
Does anyone know how Buddish he was?
Does anyone know how if he's a Christian?
Had a pot to piss in? Did he consider it a sin?
[Verse 4]
Did anyone go to church for the dead
And ask to kneel and pray?
How can you believe in a God
And still carry a card of the NRA?
I thought religion is supposed to instill
A notion that it's not right to kill
It must be a bitter pill
To admit that you're all mentally ill
[Bridge]
Why do we have a harder time
When there's no enemy to blame?
It doesn't matter how many were killed
The debate is the same
Is it alright to hunt or judge you for fun?
Is it protection we need from the gun?
The blame is always placed on someone
It's always how the story is spun
[Outro]
Only a lunatic
Would sell a lunatic a gun
Birmingham Lyrics
5 ContributorsBirmingham LyricsI don't wanna go to sleep at night
I wanna stay up tied down and try to song write right
I don't care if you think is wrong
But the blue and white help me compose my most fucked songs
When I'm with NOFX
Or having bondage sex
I seem to function
When I'm alone
It's just self destruction
It was 6:00 A.M
I was watching Horace and Pete
It made me heal
Crush a pill and do a line
And slug a Johnny Walker neat
The sun was coming up
So I bought another gram in Birmingham
I needed some rest
But that show really depressed me
It's a good thing that that city
Has all night delivery
When I wake up on a dungeon floor
I've never seen before
I must have been sedated
I'm sure to have a smile on my face
Even though I was most likely violated
'Cuz when the drugs work right
You can't remember the previous night
You probably made some really bad decisions
'Cuz if they weren't bad the drugs must have been
And you're at home laying on your couch
Probably depressed
'Cuz you're watching Horace and Pete
Taking an advil
And drinking Pellegrino neat
What's the point of doing more?
When the drugs don't work no more
That's when I realized that while scraping the floor in Birmingham
Why'd I need to score?
When the drugs don't work no more
That’s when I realized what I am in Birmingham
I don't like doing drugs
I just like doing more
Then it's time for a dram and another gram in Birmingham
I wake up happy not depressed
After just eight hours rest
Then it started again the very next night in Nottingham
Grieve Soto Lyrics
[Fat Mike speaking]
Alright
I don't need the click
I'm just going to go right into it
Alright, push it
Grieving Soto
A man that we were all privileged to know
Why’d you have to be the first Adolescent to go?
There would have been so many less people cryin’
Had it been Rikk, Alfie, Frank, Casey, or even Derek O’Brien
I’m so grateful that before your end
I told you you’re my hero and my treasured friend
Bobby Pin
Never told anyone he hustled for Paul Lynn
Or that the Black Beauties hе took were empty shеlls
He clearly knew what image sells
The beard he grew was Michelle Bell's
To be so charismatic, thought he had to play the addict
Was his suicide from drugs cuz the L.A. punks were violent homophobic thugs?
Mike Burkett!
Don’t put me in this song I’m not dead yet
I’m just singing this to make sure you don’t forget to be cautious
More respectful, less obnoxious, cuz you’ve been getting hated
Making the cool things that you’ve done in your life negated
Cuz now musicians aren’t supposed to take positions or protest our shit conditions
And yes, we should all feel violated cuz our scene’s getting castrated and annihilated
GG used to be the most hated, then Ben, now it’s me
Cuz I guess I say things insensitively
Now all the great bands who got bigger
Wouldn’t dare to sing words that Exene, Patty, and Penelope sang with vigor
We all know that Jesus Christ was a figment that must have had
A lot of pigment in his skin
Cuz he was a Semitic Egyptian, didn’t you know?
But if there was there ever gonna be a resurrection
I prefer that it was Steve Soto
Steve Soto
Steve Soto
Steve Soto
Steve Soto
Steve Soto
Steve Soto
Steve Soto
Doors and Fours Lyrics
7 ContributorsDoors and Fours LyricsIn L.A. Basin heroin was so passé
We had to find something cheaper
And not so far from West L.A
We were all looking for a high different and new
When dope was hard to get, Codeine 4 and Doriden would have to do
On doors and fours we take our chance
White punks on dope‚ perfect romance
On doors and fours in '83
When we got loaded taking loads we'd all OD eventually
Was there a killer or did Jordan Hiller just have a death wish ?
His parents didn't need to find their oldest son cold as a fish
When loads were finding the roads to Beverly Hills
Heroin and PCP were a safer bet compared to those six pills
On doors and fours we never knew
Which one of us was turning blue
Why wasn't anybody scared?
'Cause we were teenagers on loads - so no one really fucking cared!
On doors and fours‚ I'm on all fours - on doors and fours
On doors and fours‚ I'm on all fours - on doors and fours
On doors and fours, I'm on all fours - on doors and fours!
Another good friend's heart explodes
'Cause all the punks are doing loads
While we're all still taking our loads
'Cause all the punks are doing loads
Our arteries and veins corrode
'Cause all the punks are doing loads
Los Angeles' punk scene slowly erodes
'Cause all the punks are doing loads
We lived on violent apathy
This was L.A. in '83
Straight out of the Hills of Beverly
Old L.A. punks will never die from old age - 'cause they all OD!