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Hippycrite
03:19
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We’re in an age where everyone makes known
Their thoughts and morality
But the loudest ones of all seem to lack
Follow-thru and consistency
It’s when the going gets tough
You’ve got to stand by what you believe in
But most people drift towards
What’s convenient
Don’t wanna be a hippycrite
Don’t wanna be a hippycrite
They’ve got a lot to say that doesn’t mean shit
No you don’t wanna be a hippycrite
If you talk about your principles
To feel superior
It doesn’t make you a better person than me
It makes you a liar
Be honest with yourself
Be honest with everyone else
Don’t pretend to know the right way
If you’re not going to live by what you say
Don’t wanna be a hippycrite
Don’t wanna be a hippycrite
They’ve got a lot to say that doesn’t mean shit
No you don’t wanna be a hippycrite
If you really want to make a difference
You’ll have to make some sacrifices
‘Cause it’s about what you do
Not what you say or who you say it to
If you want change, take to the streets
Start petitions, get involved in your community
‘Cause writing on your blog
Only boosts your ego, not your cause
Don’t wanna be a hippycrite
Don’t wanna be a hippycrite
They’ve got a lot to say that doesn’t mean shit
No you don’t wanna be a hippycrite
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2. |
21 Pint Salute
04:09
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For all those still standing strong
Even though last call has come and gone
Brothers, this song is for you
And if you are drunk as fuck
Even as the sun is coming up
Take a knee for the 21 pint salute
10 o’clock on a Friday night
Nowhere to go, no plans in sight
We’d better see you come around
Come have with us a night on the town
Turn upside down that fucking frown
And get ready ‘cause here comes another round
For all those still standing strong
Even though last call has come and gone
Brothers, this song is for you
And if you are drunk as fuck
Even as the sun is coming up
Take a knee for the 21 pint salute
One shot, two shots,three shots, four
Don’t stop ‘til you see clear no more
Don’t worry, you won’t be the only one
Through pints of beer and whiskey shots
And smoking weed in the parking lot
Admit you’re having more fun than you thought you would
For all those still standing strong
Even though last call has come and gone
Brothers, this song is for you
And if you are drunk as fuck
Even as the sun is coming up
Take a knee for the 21 pint salute
When three A.M. comes rolling ‘round
And the bar is closing down
It seems like the party’s at its end
But for all you who’ve made it through
Raise your glass, this is our salute
A fucked up prayer from us to you
For all those still standing strong
Even though last call has come and gone
Brothers, this song is for you
And if you are drunk as fuck
Even as the sun is coming up
Take a knee for the 21 pint salute
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3. |
Shades of Grey
03:28
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Not listening to a word you say
Don’t care ‘bout the message you convey
I’m looking for something colourful
I don’t want to hear anymore of your
Shades of grey
I find what you say is mundane
I’m not listening so you’re talking in vain
And I know that it’s not fair
But I don’t care
Not listening to a word you say
Sympathy only goes so far today
I’m done trying to be polite
And as boredom ignites to your blandness I
Become your prey
I find what you say is mundane
I’m not listening so you’re talking in vain
And I know that it’s not fair
But I don’t care
Your story’s written in shades of grey
To your blandness I become your prey
Your story’s written in shades of grey
Shut the fuck up go away
I find what you say is mundane
I’m not listening so you’re talking in vain
And I know that it’s not fair
But I don’t care
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4. |
Are You Ready
02:49
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You’re gonna say what you’ve got to say
And do what you want to do
Until the establishement puts the finger
Right on you
Pushed back in line
But was your crime so clear
Another open mind is
Censored by fear
Are you ready, are you ready to be
Persecuted for speaking freely
It’s a dangerous time to dismiss social
Conformity
How long can you make believe
that everything’s okay
Will you never criticize
Their out-dated ways
Speech is our weapon, we must
Use it fervently
Controversial without
Apology
Are you ready, are you ready to be
Persecuted for speaking freely
It’s a dangerous time to dismiss social
Conformity
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5. |
Anger Issues
04:27
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Built up anger, I want to shout
I should hold it in but I feel it coming out
Mind is blurry, too much too say
I stumble on the words and they come out the wrong way
I don’t know just what went wrong
Can’t stop ‘till the feeling’s gone
Try to keep calm try not to shout
Or scream until my voice goes out
Confrontation and aggravation
No turning back, no chance for salvation
I lose it all, punch a hole through the wall
Making a mess but I couldn’t care less
I don’t know just what went wrong
Can’t stop ‘till the feeling’s gone
Try to keep calm try not to shout
Or scream until my voice goes out
Snap back to reality
It was a full loss of control
Couldn’t stand what was said to me
Can’t stand what I said and it’s all now taking its toll
Loss of control
Didn’t mean to make it an attack
But I can’t take it back
I don’t know just what went wrong
Can’t stop ‘till the feeling’s gone
Try to keep calm try not to shout
Or scream until my voice goes out
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