(theme from) Pinko Moxie Army
you bunch of dirty wankers, pack up and let’s go
-grab a bottle of moxie, we’re heading to a show
better make sure you bring enough, finding this place will be tough
-i think we’re gonna be late, we’re heading south on the interstate
pull over here, i want to see the great zambibi
-you wasted 15 minutes ian, get back in the car you weenie
pinko moxie army
a bottle in each hand
pinko moxie army
we even drink it on the can
pinko moxie army
we buy it by the case
pinko moxie army
the drummer can’t stand the taste
on your way to the store, we’re out and i want more
-ian and bill got the last, josh is gonna kick our ass
guess what guys we’re late, but the show hasn’t started yet
-we’re going to get our p.a., and then we’re gonna play
we set up all our gear and turn to face the crowd
-we’re gonna play real fast, and we’re gonna play real loud
for the price of gas, we set the place on fire
-and we do it for less, action boys for hire
Bridgton Funky Breakdown
bridgton never survived to see
the beginning of the new century
bridgton was always behind the times
and the scientists ignored the warning signs
y2k-systems don’t comply
nuclear missiles fly towards the sky
it’s a day everyone will remember
it was the 31st of december
now dons t.v. is breaking down
food city is breaking down
adam’s bakery is breaking down
all of bridgton’s breaking down
bridgton- bridgton funky breakdown
it’s a bridgton funky breakdown
the people heard deaths tolling bell
they couldn’t find shelter, not even in hell
but the action boys weren’t even phased
they hardly noticed the reddish haze
those crazy kids continued to play
the people got on their knees to pray
missiles continued riegning down
obliterating our little town
now the bridgton dump is breaking down
derfs barber shop is breaking down
the bridgton ag is breaking down
all of bridgton’s breaking down
Gimme Gimme Gimme End Of The World
Holy crap things are bad, and they’ll only get worse
But not if the action boys can end it all first
Kick down the fucking door, drag the gear out on the lawn
And don’t stop rocking ’till the whole world is gone
Gimme end of the world-
Buildings start to crack and the earth opens wide
Gimme end of the world-
Rock n roll Armageddon and there’s no place to hide
Bush declares war, jets head to b-town
But a quick blast of feedback is all it takes to bring them down
Turn the amps up to 11, time to go in for the kill
Next time Bush- don’t misunderestimate my skill
Gimme end of the world-
Buildings start to crack and the earth opens wide
Gimme end of the world-
Rock n roll Armageddon and we’re all gonna die
Gimme gimme gimme gimme end of the world
Walker, Taliban Ranger
If you don’t like America then you can fucking leave
So he packed up his bags and he headed over seas
I’m tired of living here, in the land of the free
where a TV and remote make a prisoner out of me
While my ass gets bigger with every burger that I eat
Earning minimum wage lost in the Walmart down the street
If I can’t think for my self then I’m better off dead
But it’s kind of hard to think with “Yous A Ho” in my head
Now everyone’s a patriot, and everyone’s a hero
And the number of Bush’s critics seems to have dropped down to zero
He’s free to do what he wants, and no one seems to care
Keep them all distracted with the latest terrorism scare
While he builds the military and puts us deeper into debt
And takes away more freedoms than any overseas threat
That sounds like terrorist talk, now we’re free to tap your lines
Who’s looking over my shoulder during Makeoutclub time?
Go John Walker, Taliban ranger
Funny how a country so proud of its freedom and its rights
Would start to trade them all in to sleep a little better at night
Invent a list of crimes, none of them have to be true
It’s not like you have to be guilty to get a confession out of you
I travel around the world, from Paris to Beijing
I want to see a foreign culture but all I see are Burger Kings
Don’t act so surprised, it’s not hard to understand
Why no one wants a Walmart built on top of Holy land
Reaganomicon
I’m having flashbacks to back when i was 10
Except someone replaced terrorists as the commie boogie men
No one cares about the environment, and all the jobs are gone
This is the work of the Reaganomicon
Some things are better off left in the past
If this keeps up then we’re never gonna last
We’re not moving forward, somethings gone wrong
Reaganomicon
Bad commercial metal and manufactured pop
Check the music charts- they’re all at the top
Turn on the television and staring back at me
Is a resurrected Alf and an aging Mr T
Ancient southern demons summoned back into power
Their stranglehold of control growing stronger by the hour
This is the work of magic, the blackest of the black
You read aloud from the book and you brought the 80′s back
Destiny of an Emperor
New World Order- coming correct
First they kill them in your name,
then they stick you with the check
In “A New American Century” I hear the rhythm of it’s heart
I’d vote the other party but I can’t tell the two apart
The whole thing’s a trap, man
Fear is the lure
I don’t want to die on the Haliburton world tour
This is how it starts, take a good look around
And turn the volume up while I break this mother down
New World Order- like a noose around your neck
Can’t see the whole picture ’till the pieces all connect
A new Pearl Harbor, arriving right on time
Justify the war, scare us back in line
New World order- they made a number just for me
Tracking every step with radio frequency ID
A new world economy- mother fucker please-
The CIA has plans for you left democracies
A New World Order, and what they say is true-
Fear divides us all by color so the right can conquer you
Get Down
A crescent moon under stars and stripes
Small arms fire in the middle of the night
More foreign hands and occupied lands
For the people in the country with the money in the sand
Get down on the floor
This is how we liberate,
what they fighting back for?
We’ve taken everything and we’re coming back for more
Where the fuck was this in the travel brochure
A vampire army drains the money from the soil
Incinerates the people, liberates the oil
I’m no yellow ribbon fool for the red, white and blue
There’s no way in hell I support what they do
Pay Heed to the Breaksquad
I seen ‘em on TV, they were raising a ruckus
Against the one’s with the money who were trying to fuck us
To try and classify is a bit of a problem
They learned to fight in Chiapas, learned to dance in Harlem
No CIA plots or the guns of the military
Can break the revolutionary
Profits come first, people are secondary
Resistance is necessary
They came out of nowhere, that’s when I knew we stood a chance
I almost shit my pants when I saw them start to dance
We’re Back
Guess who’s back
Guess who’s rule
Guess who’s making VFW halls cool
Guess who’s fast
Guess who’s loud
Guess who’s playing to a very small crowd
A twenty minute set and a request from the crowd
Can’t hear complaints ’cause we’re too fucking loud
We are back
And laying waste with the sound
Headlining shows and no one sticks around
Up the mother-fucking PMA
Twenty minute set and a request from the crowd
Can’t hear complaints ’cause we’re too fucking loud
It’s a fact- We are back
March of the PMA/Circle Pit of Approval
People need to understand
This ain’t a fucking metal band
This is some punk hardcore that we’re orchestrating
Run in a circle and get the air circulating
You look confused, let me explain
Bring the circle pit back to Maine
Do it for us, it would make our day
Before we turn to bad metal and fade away
For all of you who don’t seem to know
We need more circle pits at the shows
Do it for us, it would make our day
Before we turn to bad metal and fade away
9/11 is a Joke
Feds kicked down the door and hauled my neighbor off to jail
They must have found something odd when they were going though his mail
And everyones too afraid to say that somethings gone wrong
Or too busy taping windows to see what’s going on-
Nine eleven is a joke, and it’s not funny anymore
But there’s money to be made in a never ending war
War and poverty is why there’s terrorists today
Why would any amount of bombing ever make them go away?
Black hawk down, the country’s gone broke-
9/11 is a mother fucking joke
you’re with me or the terrorists i hear the president say
then save me a room down on Guantanamo bay
Flags hang from antennas and telephone poles
How many civilians we kill? nobody knows
The body counts rocket past the 9/11 death tolls
People wanted revenge, and that’s what they got
But if you wanted peace now we ain’t got a shot
So it’s off to war again, well what do you expect
From a government run by arms and oil execs
Get up, get get down- 9/11 is a joke in your town
Get up, get get down- post 9-1-1 GOP crackdown
Secret Government II: The Spirit of ’69
It happened about 30 years ago
Something you probably think you know
It was America’s finest hour
We beat the soviet superpower
They got on board and waved goodbye
A nation of suckers watched the sky
Then the music swelled and the flags flew high
Too bad it was all a lie
I don’t care what you say
I’ll never believe it anyway
We’ve all been fooled, you know it’s true
Moon landing chump, the jokes on you
The only light they had was the suns rays
So how come shadows face different ways
The flag sways a little after it’s stuck in the ground
There’s no wind up there, how does it blow around
Video was filmed in a higher speed
Then slowed down, and there’s no need
To line up expressions with what’s being said
They have big fucking helmets covering their head
In space a couple hundred miles out
Lies the Van-Allen radiation belt
No human could possibly survive
Their suits are so thin they’d be cooked alive
Too many problems, no answers were found
And most of our rockets never left the ground
It became apparent we weren’t going to make it
“All right boys, we’re gonna have to fake it”
I Wanna Be Mayor
Raised by wolves among the mountains and trees
I turned to the moon and I howled for peace
But that peace never came, and so it happened one day
Trucks rolled in and took all the trees away
And the sound of the saws and the trees diving down
Charged my head with that Action sound
‘Till my hands they shake, I can’t sleep at night
I can’t clam down, I’m wound too tight
I’m a sonic terrorist with a guitar in my hand
I don’t take no shit, I don’t give a damn
And the walking dead who ain’t got no soul
I’m gonna shock ‘em dead with my Rock n’ Roll
Now system troops are trying to take me out
And the poor fools who follow don’t even care what they’re about
Puts on his Hatebreed shirt and he hits the stage
Time to spread some hate and vent some adolescent rage
But that Jibber-Jabber don’t concern me none
I fought back with my sound and this chump reached for his gun
Too late! Too late! It locked the trigger in rust
He pulled it back, it cracked and turned to dust
Hardcorps
I’m a nerd on speed and I’ve got something to say
So give me a mic and get the fuck out of my way
How many years have I been in this band
And i plan to be in it for as long as i can stand
I’ve been playing songs before i could play guitar
And coming to practice before i could drive a car
Want us to stop? I’ve heard that before
Shut the fuck up and get on the floor
Playing shows and no one’s here- hardcore
Broken cords and missing gear- oldschool
It’s October and we’re playing on a lawn- hardcore
Don’t stop rocking ’till the whole world is gone- oldschool
Dead Cities tour kicked our ass
Couple weeks later-back on track
Nothing can stop us and we won’t quit
Get on the floor and circle pit
Guitar terror Attack
What’s this song about? Man, I don’t even know
Just another Sucka yelling on my radio
Downloading’s not to blame for why record sales are down
Everybody’s bored to death with that generic sucker sound
Nothing new can be done with the guitar and the drums
Words can shake people up, you’re happy keeping them numb
Fucking Sucka MC’s that’s how they operate-
Keep the lyrics vague so more people can relate
Check our accuracy with these R’n'Rpg’s (*rock and roll propelled grenades)
100% sucker mortality
I hear their cynical pleas for more sympathy
While they drag kids to court for burning mixed CD’s
But that ain’t me, i ain’t no Sucka MC
And no court date if you download for free
Just don’t look to me for no melody, mother fucker-
I’m coming at you like a fucking
Terror attack
Guitar terror attack
You’re the sucker in the front I’ve been watching from the back
Think you’re pretty hard man, you think you’re pretty bad
Then use that guitar to make a real target mad
Louder than Everything
Is it a stereo,
Or a home-made bomb?
If the effect ain’t the same
Then we’re doing something wrong
I’m trying for a sound
That burns cities to the ground
Breaks the backs of tyrants
Shuts everybody down
Someone’s yelling to take cover
But you can’t hear shit
It’s fucking mind detonation
And we do it like this-
We’re louder than the sirens
The onset of a war
You will cease to exist
When we do it like this
And you never stood a chance ’cause we’re
Louder than everything
Hits like a fist ’cause it’s
Louder than everything
Can’t hear the screams ’cause we’re
Louder than everything
I can’t hear shit because
We’re louder than everything
