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Gonna Explode
02:43
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Lyrics by Jim Fitzgerald
Strap me to a desk I do everything you say
Mentally flatlining for 50 bucks a day
I can't get it up. I can't get ahead
Creepos like me probably better off dead
I wanna burn down my work, run the school bus off the road
Mama always tried to provide a happy home
What happened to respect? What happened to soul?
What happened to pulling out? I think I'm gonna explode.
I'm gonna explode
I'm not all right if that's what you think
I can't get it right. I can't get it right.
Whatcha looking at? Do you wanna fight?
Someone's at the door. Someone's at the door.
I don't like your face. You're a dirty whore.
You piece of shit. You piece of shit.
Shut the fuck up. I don't wanna hear it.
What's that you say? What's that you say?
Get away from me. I don't wanna play. I'm gonna explode.
I'm gonna explode
I'm not all right if that's what you think
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2. |
Spoiled Degenerate
03:10
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Lyrics by Jim Fitzgerald
Never wake up in the morning
Rather party all night instead
Don't fend for myself
Grandma brings me breakfast in bed
Forget doin dishes
use paper plates and cups alla the time
I'll come over uninvited,
take a big dump and I'll drink all of your wine
I'm a spoiled degenerate
World's going to shit, man
I guess that's a real shame
I'll just sit here in my basement
playing old school video games.
Got caught drunk driving
Like you say you never will
No skin off my back
Daddy paid my medical bills
I'm a spoiled degenerate
Spend all my money
on rock and roll and comic books
Scared stiff of barber shops
I give old ladies dirty looks
I used to write graffiti
A real teenage anarchist
But now that I'm grown
I'm a spoiled degenerate
I'm a spoiled degenerate
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3. |
Angry Tuesday
02:51
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Lyrics by Jim Fitzgerald
Opulence & Corpulence
Corpulence & Decadence
Too late too late
We've sealed our fate
Battle cry battle cry
Who cares? Dead eyes
No future. No pain.
No races. No names.
Angry Tuesday
Opulence & Corpulence
Corpulence & Decadence
So sorry so sorry
We killed Jane we killed Bobby
So much pain so much stews
Pay our bills cash our cheques
No words. No poems.
No hearts. No homes.
Angry Tuesday
Cardio
Gotta do your cardio
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4. |
I'm a Punk Rocker
02:12
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Lyrics by Jim Fitzgerald
I'm a punk rocker
I'm real upset
I won't take no shit
but I'll cash a welfare check
I'm a punk rocker
I don't eat no meat
wear my patent leather jacket
while I protest in the street
Punks not dead but you're not it
you're a fucking hypocrite
Punks not dead but I'm not it
I'm a fucking hypocrite
I'm a punk rocker
don't wear no uniform
What the fuck is he thinking?
He's got the style wrong
I'm a punk rocker
Crush those nazi dogs
All my friends are white
I wear a maltese cross
Punks not dead but you're not it
you're a fucking hypocrite
Punks not dead but I'm not it
I'm a fucking hypocrite
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5. |
Don't Talk Shit
02:58
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Lyrics by Jim Fitzgerald
Don't talk shit about our greasy mayor
10 grand hookers and hundred dollar hair
don't talk shit about the death penalty
they'll give it to you, they'll give it to me
Don't say a word about Israeli fascists
Bohemian Grove or Southern Baptists
Don't talk shit about the price of oil
Big money to dig it on out of our soil
Don't talk shit
Don't talk shit
Don't talk shit
It's toxic
Don't say a word about the new world order
Eat your TV dinner and watch horders
Don't talk shit about the evil empire
set your house, your wife, your kids on fire
Don't say a word about Monsanto
Those corporate bastards crush commie assholes
Don't talk shit about original sin
Cuz the big bad wolf is listening in
Don't talk shit
Don't talk shit
Don't talk shit
It's toxic
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6. |
Factory Job
02:58
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Lyrics by Jim Fitzgerald
CHORUS
I love my factory job
Spend half my life getting robbed
I love going to work
Taking guff from a full time jerk
I love pulling steel
Eating raunchy lunch truck meals
I love spreading germs
Getting treated like a measly worm
Lemme go home
CHORUS
I love my broken brain
I love chronic back pain
I love swearing in Polski
Ain't nothin better for me
I love getting drunk
I love the smell of a skunk
Love all them ugly faces
That come from different places
CHORUS
I love my factory friends
Marishka and the gay Russian
I love buying lots of toys
But I'd rather be unemployed
I love the pop machine
Great big dose of Gangrene
I love my slice of hell
That they call Crawford Metal
Lemme go Home
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7. |
Song For Beezer
01:22
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Lyrics by Jim Fitzgerald
Go out with some buds for a couple beers
Put on some slick duds might get laid it's new years
Big party big city the gang's feeling all right
never expected the night would end in a knife fight.
Sure he was a smartass but a solid guy
Mighta cracked wise but didn't deserve to die
Shit got tense Shit got real
Why the fuck did my buddy's blood get spilled?
Nobody wins in a knife fight
I'll bleed your blood stay off the fucking streets
Took a friend and a joker gave us only grief
He was still a kid just begun to live
I hope you felt real brave with your fucking shiv
Usedta make me laugh, he always could
Taped a cardboard air intake to his hood
Mighta been crass and kinda silly
but you fucking killed my favourite hillbilly
Nobody wins in a knife fight
Getting old sucks anyways
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Uncle Deli
04:40
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Lyrics by Jim Fitzgerald
This song's about crack whores
This song's about sleaze
This song's about cutting things up and doing as you please
This song's about dying
This song's about drugs
This song's about living a life without love
Have you ever heard of Uncle Deli?
A fine upstanding church going kinda guy
He's locked up in the pen for life
So listen up I'm gonna tell ya why
Uncle Deli was a simple pig farmer
supplying cuts of meat to all the stores
You'd think he was all right he paid his taxes
But Uncle Deli liked to chop up whores
3 cheers for Uncle Deli
3 cheers Hip hip hooray
3 cheers for Uncle Deli
The king of meats is coming for you today
Booked for 7 killed 49
Must a been nice serving semi hard time
Caught for 7 cut up 49
Asked him what it was like said he liked it just fine
Uncle Deli killed 49 women
Butchered em and wrapped them up in his home
Fed the bones to his trusty swine
And probably had a nibble of his own
Who cares about crack whores going missing?
They're not even real people anyways
But some flat foots would disagree
Uncle Deli better think about changing his ways
3 cheers for Uncle Deli
3 cheers Hip hip hooray
3 cheers for Uncle Deli
The king of meats is coming for you today
Booked for 7 killed 49
Must a been nice serving semi hard time
Caught for 7 cut up 49
Asked him what it was like said he liked it just fine
Have you ever heard of Robert Pickton?
A butcher and a murderer at best
Freeze dried and fried up somebody's daughters
and fed the little piggies all the rest.
So you better watch out
Be real careful
Buy extra dead bolts if you can
Become a bedtime story for naughty children
Because Uncle Deli is the Boogie Man
Booked for 7 killed 49
Must a been nice serving semi hard time
Caught for 7 cut up 49
Asked him what it was like said he liked it just fine
7x7 is 49
7x7 is 49
7x7 is 49
7x7 is 49
7x7 is 49
7x7 is 49
7x7 is 49
7x7 is 49
Killed 49 women
Took 49 lives
Street corner crack whores
Ain't nobody's wives
Flesh is sweet
Flesh is soft
Everybody's looking for ways
To get off
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The Pre-Nods Hamilton, Ontario
The Pre-Nods were active from 2010-2014
Jim Fitzgerald
(lead vocals, blues harp)
Jonny Swinger
(guitar, vocals)
John Uprise
(bass, vocals)
Sam Baker
(guitar)
Rob Champion (drums)
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