L7 Lyrix for "Bricks Are Heavy"

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"Wargasm"
Wargasm, wargasm, 1, 2, 3
Tie a ribbon on the M.U.T.
Masturbate watch it on T.V.
Crocodile tears for the refugees
Wargasm, wargasm, 1, 2, 3
Smutty bloody pictures, ecstasy
Blue balls waiting impatiently
From Alcatraz to Lady Liberty
Body bags and dropping bombs
Pentagon knows how to turn us on
Wargasm, wargasm, 1, 2, 3
People, people, ecstasy
Wave those flags out in the air
As long as it takes place over there
Wargasm Wargasm Wargasm Wargasm
Body bags and dropping bombs
Pentagon knows how to turn us 
Turn us on Wargasm Turn us on Wargasm

"Scrap"
I met a skinhead named Scrap
He lived in my friend's garage
Everyday he shook a little spray paint can
And comes out seeing stars
Grab a paper like an oxygen mask
Till your mind starts to gel
Cuz the ball in the can has a crazy beat, the funky dyin' brain cell
So he met some Christians from hell
He said, "Let's go to Vegas, my angel"
So he packed up his leather and his red beret
Into that big bad Christian thing
Use revival meetings like an oxygen mask
Till your mind starts to gel
Cause the preachers of the bible and the crazy beat, the funky dyin' brain cell
Well he came back to the garage
But the garage [                        ]
And he dug metallic gold more than Luke & John, and he scrawled on his hand
Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask, till your mind starts to gel
Cuz the ball in the can has a crazy beat, the funky dyin' brain cell

"Pretend We're Dead"
What's up with what's going down, in every city, in every town
Crampling styles is the plan, they've got us in the palm of their big hands
When we pretend that we're dead, when we pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we said, when we pretend that we're dead
Come on come on come on come on (4x)
Turn the tables with our unity, they're neither bored nor majority
Wake up & smell the coffee, just say no to individuality
When we pretend that we're dead, when we pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we said, when we pretend that we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead, when we pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we said, when we pretend that we're dead

"Diet Pill"
My diet pill is wearing it off, my diet pill is wearing it off
Cause Victor's in the bed, sewn in the sheets with thread
The twins are in the car, the frying pan is red
Calgon can't take me away, no Calgon can't take me away
From the things I did today
Cause Victor's in the bed, sewn in the sheets with thread
The twins are in the car, the frying pan is red
Let's get outta here, outta here
I think the swelling is going down, I said I think that the swelling is going down
Two hundred dollars to leave this town
Cause Victor's in the bed, sewn in the sheets with thread
The twins are in the car, the frying pan is red
I'm so outta here, I'm outta here

"Everglade
Glade told her ma home scene's lame, I gotta go
Head into town for some steamin', a rock show
Sneak through the back door and head for the pit
Then some drunk big bad bruiser started giving her shit
Rednecks on parade, don't cross my line says Everglade, Everglade
He was whippin' through the pit knocked her into the stage
She said, "Have your fun but stop being so lame"
This guy was drunk, stupid, and he must've weighed a ton
Said, "Get outta here girlie, I'm just trying to have some fun"
So you wanna have some fun, well break out the big guns
Rednecks on parade, don't cross my line says Everglade, yeah Everglade, yeah Everglade
He kept it up his fist started flying, they dodged each punch as he kept trying
Tripped on his own feet and hit the floor
Glade got to pushing, and rolled him out the door
So you wanna have some fun, well break out the big guns
Rednecks on parade, don't cross my line says Everglade
Says Everglade, says Everglade, yeah Everglade

"Slide"
I put your stuff out on the porch
You p*ss in your pants and put out the torch (where's the slide)
You splattered the bathroom with your hair dye (where's the slide)
I'm kicking you out and you know why 
Yeah I've been letting it slide,you've been along for the ride
You put your cane onto my amp
When it comes to losers, you're the champ
From my garden I pull your weed
Your stupid ego I will not feed, no
Yeah I've been letting it slide, you've been along for the ride
Yeah I've been letting it slide, you've been a thorn in my side
I put your stuff out on the porch
You p*ss in your pants and put out the torch
You splattered the bathroom with your hair dye
I'm kicking you out and you know why
Yeah I've been letting it slide, you've been along for the ride
Yeah I've been letting it slide, you've been a thorn in my side
Get on outta here boy
Took me three weeks to clean my bathroom
You know these amps don't grow on trees

"One More Thing"
I just can't have anymore
I'm drowning from too much stuff
I get scared when the telephone rings
Someone telling me one more thing
One more thing, it's one more thing
One more thing to burden me, one more thing to waste my time
One more thing that I can't take, one more thing and I'm gonna break
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Too many things grabbing at my time
Tell your brother I don't fly
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One more thing, one more thing
One more thing to burden me, one more thing to waste my time
One more thing that I can't take, one more thing and I'm gonna break
One more thing, one more thing
Fix my engine and the tire goes flat
It's one more thing that I can't have
Politics messing with my right
There's nothing fun to do tonight
One more thing, it's one more thing
It's one more thing to burden me, one more thing to waste my time
One more thing that I can't take, one more thing and I'm gonna break
It's one more thing, it's one more thing, it's one more thing, it's one more thing

"Mr Integrity"
Stranded on the streets of San Francisco
A rusty car pulled alongside of me
I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal
An idol's face was staring at me
Don't preach to me, Mr Integrity
Sittin', shotgun, out of my brain
My muffler dragging through the art ghettos
Stepped on the gas, gums started to flap
Punk rock manifestos
Spittin', fumin', the streets are filled with so much glass that I wanted to break
Eyes spinning round, as my feet shook the ground
Like the San Francisco earthquake
Don't preach to me, Mr Integrity, don't preach to me, Mr Integrity
I'm not the enemy, please don't preach to me, Mr Integrity
Stranded on the streets of San Francisco
A rusty car pulled alongside of me
I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal an idol's face was staring at me
Spittin', fumin', the streets are filled with so much glass that I wanted to break
Eyes spinning round, and my feet shook the ground
Like the San Francisco earthquake
Don't preach to me, Mr Integrity
Don't preach to me, Mr Integrity
Don't preach to me, Mr Integrity, I'm not the enemy

"Monster"
Come on over, it's getting late
It's time to fish no time to hook bait
Ghoulish passion you inspire
With your kind of trouble, I'll never tire
Monster, monster in me
Bring out the monster, monster in me
In a world of disposable icons
And all the chunkers with their phony come ons
I know I can depend on you
When we're together, we're hurting through
Monster, monster in me
Bring out the monster, monster in me
Monster, monster in me
Bring out the monster, monster in me
You bring out the monster in me
We don't need to look for trouble
But partner in crime, my identity double
When life takes a turn from bad to worse
You're always there for love of a curse
Monster, monster in me
Bring out the monster, monster in me
Monster, monster in me
Bring out the monster, monster in me
You bring out the monster in me, monster in me

"Sh*tlist"
When I get mad and I get p*ssed
I grab my pen and I write out a list
Of all the people that won't be missed
You've made my sh*tlist
For all the ones who bum me out (sh*tlist)
For all the ones who fill my head with doubt (sh*tlist)
For all the squares that get me p*ssed (sh*tlist)
You've made my sh*tlist
Sh*tlist, sh*tlist
When I get mad and I get p*ssed
I grab my pen and I write out a list
Of all the a*sholes that won't be missed
You've made my sh*tlist
Sh*tlist, sh*tlist, sh*tlist, sh*tlist

"This Ain't Pleasure"
No raving beauty, but she's got a good heart
He's got escaping down to an art
This ain't pleasure, don't ask why
This ain't pleasure, and monkey's scared of fly
She's an infection, a stand on his soul
He's her addiction, they're out of control
This ain't pleasure, don't ask why
This ain't pleasure, and monkey's scared of fly oh no
This ain't pleasure, don't asky why
This ain't pleasure, and monkey's scared of fly

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