1. |
Kill The Hinckleys
01:05
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Coming here was your bad luck
We're The Hinckleys and you suck
We're only in it for the bucks
Kill The Hinckleys
Changing levels post-sound check
Use up all our drink tickets
Leave before the next band's set
Kill The Hinckleys (x3)
Masochist our only fans
Beat on you brats with our baseball bats
Now you know just where you're at
Kill The Hinckleys
When we hate people we mean you
And we do self loathing too
What the fuck are you gonna do
Kill The Hinckleys (x3)
Bashing on our instruments
Lyrics that don't make no sense
Hope at least we give offense
Kill The Hinckleys
Yes we know we immature
Derivative there is no cure
Punk is dead we're making sure
Kill The Hinckleys (x3)
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2. |
Like This
02:15
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They don’t ever give us a choice
We take the choice to make more noise
I don’t give a fuck you think nothing’s wrong
We’ve heard that shit for far too long
Like this…and this…and this
Like this…and this…and this
All I know is things have got to change
Can’t stand by watch them rearrange
It’s been going on for 400 years
Silent protests fell on deaf ears
Like this…and this…and this
Like this…and this…and this
So make the choice to raise your voice
Stop sitting around hoping that justice comes
It’s in our hands to make them dance
And fuck if it isn’t long overdue
Now’s our chance, but justice depends on you
Tired of hearing of a Few good ones
Standing by is still doing wrong
I don’t give a fuck what you think is right
You lost that right when you turned to might
Like this…and this…and this
Like this…and this…and this
Right wing fighting their lost cause
Hide behind their racist laws
Impose it all with unjust fists
All that’s Left is to fucking resist
Like this…and this…and this
Like this…and this…and this
So make the choice to raise your voice
Stop sitting around hoping that justice comes
It’s in our hands to make them dance
And fuck if it isn’t long overdue
Now’s our chance, but justice depends on you
They don’t ever give us a choice
We take the choice to make more noise
Like this…and this…and this
Like this…and this…and this
Like this…and this…and this
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3. |
I Wanna Be An Alcoholic
01:35
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I wanna drink 'til I don't feel feelings anymore
I wanna drown you fucking assholes in a river of liquor
Hold my head under the draft 'til the only bubbles coming up
Are through the pool of sick and vomit that I left on the sidewalk
The constant buzzing constant buzzing in my brain it never stops
Time to kill some bastard brain cells fill my pint up to the top
Leave the thinking and the reason to the cunts smarter than me
Hope in one hand shit the other that's the payoff loyalty
I wanna be an alcoholic
A stinking fucking drunk that stumbles up and down the street
I wanna be an alcoholic
Slur and spit and wretch at every person that I meet
I wanna be an alcoholic
A stinking fucking drunk that stumbles up and down the street
I wanna be an alcoholic
Woke up on a barstool that's exactly where I'll sleep
Replace math with a fuzzy feeling of forget
Adding and subtracting that shit hasn't helped me yet
Start broken bottle fights with guys much much bigger than me
Bleed Guinness on the floor hook up an Absolut IV
I'd rather drink than ever listen to you whine
The liquor never talks back and the beer never maligns
My single biggest fear is the bottom of an empty glass
And I'll keep motherfucking drinking 'til there's nothing fucking left.
I wanna be an alcoholic
A stinking fucking drunk that stumbles up and down the street
I wanna be an alcoholic
Slur and spit and wretch at every person that I meet
I wanna be an alcoholic
A stinking fucking drunk that stumbles up and down the street
I wanna be an alcoholic
Woke up on a barstool that's exactly where I'll sleep
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4. |
Cognitive Dissonance
02:31
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Observation Bias
Confirmation Bias
In-Group Bias
Anchoring Bias
Observation Bias
Confirmation Bias
Cognitive Bias
Don’t forget Racial Bias
Oh, you don’t know what you don’t know
Ah, you can’t know what you don’t know
Oh, you don’t know what you can’t know
These things are the reasons you don’t know
False equivalence
False dilemmas
Ad hominem
Entitlement
Anti-science
Anti-intellectual
Correlation
Is not Causation
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5. |
Moon Song
01:14
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There's a whole space program to prove my point
Rockets and shuttles and satellites
I've searched the whole universe over and I've never seen a better set
I've searched the universe over, and, Baby, your tits are out of this world.
There's a whole space program to prove my point
Rockets and shuttles and satellites (x2)
Your legs are more than just ok. Your lips I can't live without
Your legs are more than just ok, but, Baby, your tits are out of this world.
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6. |
Up The Anti
03:06
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I'm anti-anti. Anti-beliefs, yeah
Gotta follow the call, hang 'em up, move along
Sing a song, do a dance that'll move 'em to the brink of violence
And true allegiance
Never thought it all through, maybe start my own school
Teach love, hate, and freedom, and have cocktails by the blood filled pool
Don't think too hard.
I know it hurts that all these thoughts don't belong to you.
Disregard, turn a blind eye, buy some things, and hire PR
And don't fucking think to fucking think until you die.
These are the ravings of an idiot, of an asshole, of a real sack of shit. (x2)
Lower the bar of self-reflection.
It's ugly in there, regret a sit and stare
Maybe lose a few pounds and fuck society and preconceptions
You belong. Bring along your dark thoughts.
Good are on all sides of it all. Cluster fuck.
Here we are and drink a beer. Don't think to hard.
It's complex and you can't trust yourself to believe you.
Dig a hole. Climb inside. Cover yourself and shut out the light.
And don't fucking think to fucking think until you die.
These are the ravings of an idiot, of an asshole, of a real sack of shit. (x2)
Motherfuck rationale. There's no justice found in justice.
Pile bodies high as cord wood. Burn a fire. Wear a headdress.
Train of thought all but derailed.
It started so well, held together but failed.
Lost a friend, gained a gun, and for fun pushed conspiracies.
And committed treason.
Got a patient Russian bride hold her hand at your side
And don't fucking think to fucking think until you die.
These are the ravings of an idiot, of an asshole, of a real sack of shit. (x2)
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7. |
Drive
02:01
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Ever since I can remember
Always been crazy about girls
The way you move makes me surrender
Travel the world just to hug your curves
Sway of your hips, soft red lips
The feel of your hand on my arm
Pulse pumps, feel it quicken
Can’t get enough of your heavenly charms
Just once, once I’d like to drive you
Crazy the way that you drive me
Just once, yeah, I’d like to drive you
Crazy the way you drive……Go!
Your scent as you pass me
Warm shelter of your hair
The way men’s 501s fit you
Drive this poor boy to despair
No control, you stole my soul
You don’t know what you do
Can’t think straight, all I want
Is to be alone with you
Just once, once I’d like to drive you
Crazy the way that you drive me
Just once, yeah, I’d like to drive you
Crazy the way you drive……Go!
Far too often find myself thinking
How your silky body would feel
Pressed against me, naked and sweaty
Hair all mussed, eyes blazing steel
It’s the kind of thing
Words can’t describe
But when I’m with you
Girl, I feel truly alive
Just once, once I’d like to drive you
Crazy the way that you drive me
Just once, yeah, I’d like to drive you
Crazy the way you drive……Go!
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