Lagwagon : Trashed

Punk-Rock / USA
(1994 - Fat Wreck Chords)
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ISLAND OF SHAME
One summer morning He left us ashamed In some small town of small ways The one they feared They might turn to stone They feared to hold his hand And he died alone Don't leave them on - an island of shame Your solution You - homophobic You - coward You send them away to an island of misery You're not immune to any disease I can not argue when the truth is plain to see In your beliefs, your fear of death I see reflections of society We'll take our last breath - alone Adding insult to injuries - He was alone
LAZY
I just lost my job, I just lost my girl, things are getting way out of con(trol) but my living proff is writing me. Thrust me down, I'll never leave, over head and guilt tv, Im burn't out and lazy. looking, dwealing, fuck me. Look at my cat, why can't I live like that, all of the animals except a few, do nothing else but eat and shit, yesterday was not the time, in my belt , in my mind, Im lazy.Fuck you.

KNOW IT ALL
Look at the world in disbelief You used to follow - now you lead College has enlightened you And you are proud to be different And like different bands - different types You ain't nobody's fool It's like certain bands remind you of someone you hated 'Cause they didn't wear the right clothing And there's only one true fashion Alot of the bands on the college charts are great bands until they get signed. Then you hate them It's such bullshit - you used to love them you hypocrite I remember you and I listening to bands that we liked Only the songs mattered to you But now you're a D.J. and preaching that hype "Corporate Rock Sucks" "You know, college radio enlightens you" It's supposed to serve as a means to expose new bands without prejudice, but it makes no sense Safe harbor for the underground 'Til the alternative becomes the popular sound The bands are good 'til they make enough cash to eat food and get a pad Then they're sold out and their music is cliché Because talent's exclusive to bands without pay Know it all - Did you really listen to that song? Could you ever write what you call wrong?

STOCKIN' THE NEIGHBORS
Friday night's the perfect night to mow some neighbor's lawn, And Dave is drunk and at the helm before too long. And Chris will gladly ride shotgun, 'cause navigating seems like fun, Drunk and out of gas, they drive around and crash. They're driving through your yard, there's nothing you can do, Dave's behind the wheel, and he's had more than just a few. Suburban families slumber in civility, Awakened to the sights and sounds of the yard they're blowing down in their death machine. Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive... Dave's a midnight landscaper, and he's working overtime, And he is full throttle--full throttle tonight. (Alright!) He was almost home, just one more block, he had to hit that last mailbox, Dumped it in a ditch, ain't that a bitch? (Stoking the neighbors!) Came time to run, came time to bail, He was having too much fun to spend the night in jail. He had no "Triple A" for a tow truck, Called them anyway: Goleta, hear them say, "Hey pal, you're fucked!" Dave's a decent guy, like most of us, until he drinks, And then his liquid mind takes over how he thinks. And then all that matters is having fun, pulling off the next beer run, On one too many nights, the party's over. He's driving through your yard, there's nothing you can do, Dave's behind the wheel, and he's had more than one or two. Suburban families slumber in civility, Awakened to the aftermath: the neighbors have been stoked...

GIVE IT BACK
Try to ignore him Try to have self-control When that tounge slips just once its in his eyes Silence by energy push me down And it likes to come again Here to make you listen to them Treated to many times The eye for eye has left us blind This creature of demise, repaid all the time You hate them, you hate yourself Take it out on someone else I feel a change within myself, I used to be out of control I always knew in hurricane(?), that inspiration was a game And now it seems as grow old, as I mature I'm lesser bold I can't believe how cruel and cold some people act, I give it back Cause I don't want it, and I don't need itso I give it back Don't want to understand the child abuse, the past gone violent don't justify his violent nature Sooner or later I hope he meets his maker once again and like his father before him he kills himself Cause I don't want it and I don't need itso I give it back You hate them, you hate yourself take it out on someone else

RUST
They make your bed, don't they Long ago they fought and died for faith - what's changed ? It's said that we've acquired tolerance to build more bridges Cross those rivers, yet modern man enslaves his conscious and the undertow of blame still flows between Give it birth to the machine - hostilities of ancestry Slow to understand the variance - quick to judge on one aspect - rust We call them fools today - they will call us fools in days to come - always In any age it's ignorance He that he's not with me is against me The river of pride swells to high, washing those bridges out to sea Give it birth to the machine Too proud to love - Too proud Soaking in your fears - rusting away Never comprehending - always condescending Slow to understand the variance - quick to judge - quick to condem Carried them for years - stones that they once cast Place the blame on them as if it were their past Yesterdays distrust Resent, Regret, disgust Still we pay for their living - pay for their mistakes Who will cast the latest stones of hate Pay for their misgivings - pay for their living - still we find that on the surface there is rust

GOIN' SOUTH
Gotta drive all night if not a go Got to designate a driver before the show It's your turn now at the wheel There's nothing like a guard rail to wake you up in the middle of the night And we are drivin' north, goin' south It looks like we'll sleep here, we're out of beer We're headed south on the north bound Our wheels might as well be square cause we're not really getting anywhere Tire tracks throughout, felt the brakin', I don't think we're gonna make it Drivin' around, goin' downIt looks like we'll sleep here, I need a beer South, goin' south, check us out we're goin' south South, headed south, check it out, we're goin' downSouth, goin' south

DIS'CHORDS
Silent again - when spoken their is friction and conflict why do we rub each other wrong maybe we've known each other too well for too long you and i have heard each other speech before are these words that i said - the same words that you heard we can only agree to disagree in disharmony is it too much likeness or indifference well the answer's in the question isn't it the deepest cut of all comes from a trusted friend but i'm sick of it all i can't listen i wish that all of it would end you cut me off - i cut you down serrated words let's stop repeating the lesson. We've been through thick n' thin i consider you a friend though it's hard for me show everytime you hear this song you'll know it's not just the business we know much more exist let's end the bad notes and the dis'chords we'll tune our attitude and realize a personal reward

COFFEE AND CIGARETTS
I'm getting used to getting old but where's my ambition - Days of omission I feel broken down inside because my words seem to be trite adding to the overwhelming Always a question of truth your truths question my efficiency Shocking - The words you can't hear Impact - The words I can't write Recycled words don't justify... none of these words suffice searching for the sharp words to drive the message in I put the last words down then I begin to question the truth Your truths question my efficiency Impact the words you can´t hear Shocking the words I can´t write

BROWN EYED GIRL
[written by Van Morison]

Hey, where did we go
Days when the rains came ?
Down in the hollow
Playing a new game,
Laughing and a-running, hey, hey,
Skipping and a-jumping
In the misty morning fog with
Our, our hearts a-thumping
And you, my brown-eyed girl,

You, my brown-eyed girl.
Whatever happened
To tuesday and so slow
Going down to the old mine with a
Transistor radio.
Standing in the sunlight laughing
Hide behind a rainbows wall,
Slipping and a-sliding
All along the waterfall
With you, my brown-eyed girl,
You, my brown-eyed girl.

Do you remember when we used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
Just like that
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
La dee dah.

So hard to find my way
Now that Im all on my own.
I saw you just the other day,
My, how you have grown!
Cast my memory back there, lord,
Sometime Im overcome thinking about
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium
With you, my brown-eyed girl,
You, my brown-eyed girl.

Do you remember when we used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
Laying in the green grass
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
Dee dah dee dah dee dah dee dah dee dah dee
Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la
Dee dah la dee dah la dee dah la
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d...

WHIPPING BOY
now it's simple to me Sometimes you have to let go when there's Next to nothing You say everytime she says no There's more pain then love It comes o shove almost Everytime you speak Somehow you fight Something's just crazy Somehow it's taking all the life left in you You'er losing ground Carrying that torch Your not asking for much As she has... Had time to heal And she doesn't need you any longer an you... Had time to drink and you call her to tell her you've gotten much stronger At three in the morning she says stop calling cause... Everyone's asleep Some of us work You're driving me crazy When will you get on with my life Now every nights friday night Picking fights with your friends Somehow trying to make amends So you seach for comfort in a friend It's not the same she won't understand You both learned to think alike So what was so wrong Where's she tonight out there drinking while you're left in thinking It's taken all the life left in... You You're losing ground Carrying that torch You're not asking for much Still somehow You'll wait for her You say she'll return But you still carry that torch That girl WHIPPING BOY!!!

NO ONE
Labors of commitment Blood of his arms A growing sense of duty But in his song he's screaming out Insuficient - he just falls further behind Principles, purpose, tradition, time Weigh heavy on this guilty mind Wits astray Blind in rage, awar he'll wage on grieving Another no one hanging from the ceiling Because only the extreme makes an impression When drowning in the mainstream One at the mercy of another's faith finally answers to no one in his fall from grace They say they love him but how could they ever Miles above him they ask for repent It doesn't matter what you want from me Don't think there's worth in my apology Because people never really change You and I will always be the same and it's a problem that we can't mend because it happened once it will happen again Because they plant their seeds of condition until we have no choice, we lose conviction wits astray Blind in rage a war he'll wage on grieving Another no one blows his head off Because only the extreme makes an impression when drowning in the mainstream no one

BYE FOR NOW
Here comes the day I see my friends far away, When I grow up inside what will happen to me? The city sights the business types, I can see but where are you? Bye for now. Didn't mean to let you down, Didn't mean to drive you away. Bye for now! Now that your not around, So many things I'd like to say! See here I think I've found the missing link, The piece that holds us together. If I had my way I'd here you say that it's OK, Friendship should last for ever. Bye for now. Didn't mean to let you down, Didn't mean to drive you away. Bye for now! Now that you're not around, So many things I'd like to say! Didn't mean to let you down. Didn't mean to let you down. Didn't mean to let you down. Didn't mean to let you down. Didn't mean to let you down. Never meant to let you down. Didn't mean to let you down.

HIDDEN TRACK


Don't call it a movement, there's other ways of saying it
Call it brown cable and I'm laying it down
Big and brown, leaving it where it counts, fat amounts
Blazin', a butt raisin dingleberry, yes my butt is hairy
Every nation a-backing ‘em out, come on everybody let me hear you shout

I'm gonna back one out
Momma said back one out
I'm gonna back one out
Momma said back one out

Splotchin', there's no stopping, it's coming down and the smell is rotten
Pain, I musta ate Draino, Mount St. Helens, ass volcano
Burnin' like hot lava, I got the runs ‘cos I drank too much Java
Ouch, that sensation is not the runs I got constipation

I'm gonna back one out
Momma said back one out
I'm gonna back one out
My momma said back one out




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