Live In The Basement
The lineup on "Driven To Mutilation" was;
Mike Sardine - drums,
Sock - mouth,
Penguin - bass,
Monkey Mike - guitar.
This was the first Duckbomb cd and pretty much all of the lyrics suck and we weren't very good as a whole either.
anti-copyright *** duckbomb 2004 "we got a little better" *** why would you want to copy any of this? 2004
But it was a fun time and it was our first cd. So back off! Jimmy, the Ryan, Andy sang backups and did good. Andy played trumpet. Recorded October 11, 2001 in monkey mikes basement in an hour and a half.
LYRICS
punk with the pack
im te snottiest most hardcore kid
as long as this is the week that punk is in
dare to be different, only with my friends
the only way i know how to live my life
CHAMELEON
i can stand up for what i believe
just so long as im not the tallest tree
watch me stand out in the hall
my spikes outweigh my presentless gall
CHAMELEON
you call me a poser but thats not fair
i spend half the day spiking my hair
now thats dedication to the scene
looking scary is what punk means
CHAMELEON
audicity to spare
confidence and dare
if you dont like me, i dont care
as long as my friends are there
mountain dew tribute
you cheer me up when im blue
mountain dew I LOVE YOU DO THE DEW
mock me, please
you cant stand seeing me think for myself
jealousy builds up shows you need help
my outward garb shows my strong mind
ive won over your lemming kind
you wish your actions were controlled by you
but you live in the shadows of your peers
your mocking words are a cry of distress
youre a blind sheep a lost hopeless mess
YOU MOCKING ME REVEALS YOUR INSECURITY
you need an escape a way to vent
and still look good in front of your friends
so you set out to find funny looking kids
ones who stand alone and dont seem to fit in
ridicule is always so much fun
especially when its ten on one
try your hardest it wont matter
my confidence will never be shattered
*chorus*
you mock me but i pity you
and that you cant control what you do
youll search your whole life trying to find
a brain of your own one like mine
as you age youll come up with more
words to tear me down but the one youve tore
is yourself and your head spins
from fury each time you see me grin!
i love mexicans
mexicans smile when they look at you
americans flip the bird
americans eat 20 meals a day
mexicans eat their turds
i love mexicans
i hate americans
shoot the guards down
burn the borders
let them flow on in
summer homes on the lake
oak furnished polished doors
rat infested run down rancid holes
living on dirt floors
they are happy with their lives
and still you are not
yet all the things you take for granted
are things that they dont got
american'T
american flag how i love thee
i salute you in your stance of greed
point me to the suggestion slot
i have a popular patriotic thought
our stars and stripes dont seem to tell the truth
so lets go to the voting booth
replace those starts is my sollution
weve covered them with our smog and pollution
we need a more visible symbol of a more familiar kind
earase those stars and stamp on dollar signs
it would much more accurately portray
our democratic lifestyles and the american way
and the stripes would be a draker crmson red
as to look more like the blood that fell from so many young men
forced to die young but for good old uncle sam
in his quest to build super-status for our stolen land
rock star
i wanna be a rock star
hear the people cheer for me
hear my face on the radio
see my voice on mtv
the music must be slow and gentle
in order to attract the honeys
i dont even write the music
all that matters is money
your falling behind in
the never ending race
to keep up with music fads
youll stumble down panting
and lose anything you had
you waste your so called
career fighting to be #1
you need to reconsider save
your dignigt and play for fun
post traumatic stress disorder
sent in with young life to lose
no opportunity to choose
fighting for no reason at all
future scars would take their toll
hellish warfare exploding bombs
rack minds as they visit tombs
bullets sink into friends brains
in the future they wil go insane
POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER
old man at a baseball game
fireworks electric rain
mental angst wont fade with time
alternative is suicide
in the aftermath of war
20,000 have chosen the door
of ending their lives cause they
cant escape the memory
the day hot topic burned down
one da i was riding a scooter by the mall i saw Hot Topic engulfed in flames
i asked a guy "who started this fire?" he said the employees were to blame
now a trendy stop once unknown to rich kids with daddys money to blow
they said our store was just a fad boy was that day rad
HOT TOPIC BURNED TO THE GROUD WE ALL DANCED AROUND WITH SMILES ON OUR FACE BOY WE HATE THIS PLACE.
punk doesnt mix with marketing and they they try its a disaster
gasoline was on sale that week and it all came down with a loud CRASH!
t-shirts say "im with the bad" and they they're a rock star
when they don't even play an instrument this burning was their longtime needed detirement
an alternative spirit cant be captured in the middle of a chic shopping mall
these thoughts raced through my head as i watched the tumbling of the walls
we did a wild tribal dance around the massive blaze of flame
we roasted mallows had a grand time watched a pop culture benefactor die
mascara
i like mascara, i wear a dress to school, i want to be prom queen, but its against the rules.
safety dance
(men without hats)
hole in my head
it was a magical night
cupids arrows hit their mark
striking love into my soul
that was the night you won my heart
i saw you standing there
i saw you looking at me
and i would have came over and talked to you
but i really enjoy being free
when i ignored you that night
i knew what you would become
the phone would never leave my ear
and you would steal all my freedom
i could hear your nagging voice in my noggin
when im lying awake in my bed
youd run me negative im already broke
i need you like a hole in my head
MY HEAD MY HEAD
I NEED YOU LIKE A HOLE IN MY HEAD