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Sidewalk Slam Jam
01:14
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Empty
02:20
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bar to bar drinking till your booze bottles go all the way shot after shot
i like my whiskey neat and a bit sweet god it’s such a treat
leave the whole bottle i tell you i don’t wanna stop taking shots until it’s gone
we’re gonna keep drinking till we have all the goddamn fun
i’m going down way to fast WAY TOO FAST
i know that i won’t last I WON’T LAST
i’m tired of empty glass EMPTY GLASS
guess i’ll sip til it’s my last TILL IT’S MY LAST
raised by the bottle die by the bottle it’s the only way to truly go
my intestines are rotting and words are turning all the way slurred
yes i've fucked up and drank all my luck up ran all the way outta bucks
guess there’s nowhere to turn but this bottle of mouthwash
i’m going down way to fast WAY TOO FAST
i know that i won’t last I WON’T LAST
i’m tired of empty glass EMPTY GLASS
guess i’ll sip til it’s my last TILL IT’S MY LAST
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3. |
Bad Dad
02:53
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stealin' all my whisky stealin’ all my chicks
got a bad dad and he needs to get a fix
goin’ thru my drug pile doin' all my blow
all my acids gone and i got nowhere to go
this madness needs to end he’s no father or friend
he’s a bad guy and i don’t know why
i’m fed up with him don’t want to see him again
i got to get him out of my life
BAD DAD BAD DAD BAD DAD BAD DAD
BAD DAD BAD DAD BAD DAD BAD DAD
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standing in my fucking way
moving you out of my goddamn face
wanna hit you as hard as i can
watch you crumble i get the last laugh
you ain't nothing but a little bitch
get out of town before you get your lip split
we ain’t nothing to fuck around
we’ll end up leaving you on the ground
HEY FUCK YOU YOU SUCK YOU PIECE OF SHIT
HEY FUCK YOU YOU SUCK I’LL FUCK YOU UP
HEY FUCK YOU YOU SUCK YOU PIECE OF SHIT
HEY FUCK YOU YOU SUCK I’LL FUCK YOU UP
looks like what i'm saying ain’t getting in your head
guess i'll talk with my boots instead
make you pay the ultimate price
it’s only just a matter of time
you are nothing but scum
wouldn’t be around you if you were the last one
six feet down is where you belong
no one will miss you when you're gone
HEY FUCK YOU YOU SUCK YOU PIECE OF SHIT
HEY FUCK YOU YOU SUCK I’LL FUCK YOU UP
HEY FUCK YOU YOU SUCK YOU PIECE OF SHIT
HEY FUCK YOU YOU SUCK I’LL FUCK YOU UP
HEY FUCK YOU YOU SUCK YOU PIECE OF SHIT
HEY FUCK YOU YOU SUCK I’LL FUCK YOU UP
HEY FUCK YOU YOU SUCK YOU PIECE OF SHIT
HEY FUCK YOU YOU SUCK I'LL FUCK YOU UP
I’LL FUCK YOU UP
I’LL FUCK YOU UP
FUCK YOU
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5. |
Wasting Time
02:17
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i’m sitting in the dirt
i don’t wanna go to work
i wanna sit home and drink my life away
sit home and piss time away
monday tuesday wednesday wasting time WASTING TIME
thursday friday saturday wasting time WASTING TIME
my mom is always yellin’ at me
especially when i’m tryna watch tv
she tells me to quit wasting her time
i tell her i don’t care i'm only wasting mine
monday tuesday wednesday wasting time WASTING TIME
thursday friday saturday wasting time WASTING TIME
i’m gonna die doing whatever I like especially wasting my own damn time cause it's what I like and no one will tell me cause it's mine
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suckin’ down foils
till the end of the night
love them foils
till they ruin your life
still on them foils…
one hit of my pipe
now i’m out for a ride
take a chance and roll the dice
see where we land
stealing space bags
off mlk
now im banned
from fuckin’ safeway
hit it once slap it twice
runnin’ thru the traffic lights
i don’t know
where the pipe went
cops chasing me
down the street
no they can’t
keep up with me
SMOKING CRACK SMOKING CRACK
SMOKING CRACK SMOKING CRACK
one blast to the face
missile cruising outer space
got to just keep going on
on my fucking bike ride
i hope i don’t crash
i get that feeling that i am going to fast
pull out all my stash
i get the feeling of all the fuckin whip lash
goddamn cause i’ve been high all day smoking way too much i’ve been high all day yeah i’ve been smoking crack
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Redemption
01:10
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goin' through the dumpster looking for cans
got yuppie dog shot on my fucking hands
pack my cart down five cents a piece
pushing my savings down killingsworth street
COULDN’T GET REDEMPTION THROUGH JESUS
COULDN’T GET REDEMPTION FROM THE MAN
BUT I DID GET REDEMPTION AT THE RECYCLING CENTER CASHIN’ IN MY ALUMINUM CANS
no I’m not making a minimum wage
don’t got a boss telling me to behave
good honest work dumpster to the grave
i’m my own boss and my own fuckin' slave
COULDN’T GET REDEMPTION THROUGH JESUS
COULDN’T GET REDEMPTION FROM THE MAN
BUT I DID GET REDEMPTION AT THE RECYCLING CENTER CASHIN’ IN MY ALUMINUM CANS
goin' through the dumpster looking for cans
got yuppie dog shot on my fucking hands
pack my cart down five cents a piece
pushing my savings down killingsworth street
COULDN’T GET REDEMPTION THROUGH JESUS
COULDN’T GET REDEMPTION FROM THE MAN
BUT I DID GET REDEMPTION AT THE RECYCLING CENTER CASHIN’ IN MY ALUMINUM CANS FUCK YOU
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Fuck Nazis
01:40
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FUCK NAZIS
where’s your fucking god now
FUCK NAZIS
you’re acting like a clown
FUCK NAZIS
you aren’t a skinhead you’re a bitch get the fuck out of portland ‘fore I put you in a ditch
FUCK NAZIS
take me to your leader
FUCK NAZIS
pull the trigger on the heater
FUCK NAZIS
we scrap 1 on 1 every time I come around you go and fucking run
FUCK OFF AND DIE
try fucking hard but you got no teeth or memory cause you smoke too many shards
GO HOME AND CRY
you’re so fuckin dumb make you wish you never shaved your GODDAMN HEAD
FASCISM IS DEAD YOU’RE FUCKING NEXT pack up your shit before you get fucking rekt
FUCK OFF AND DIE hitler suicide so why don’t you go home and put a bullet in your brain
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Soup For My Family
01:59
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SOUP FOR MY FAMILY
cause we want a healthy meal
SOUP FOR MY FAMILY
cause the piggies fuckin' squeal
SOUP FOR MY FAMILY
got a really nice taste
SOUP FOR MY FAMILY
throw it in your fuckin’ face
WOAH-OH-OH
it’s the taste of aggression
WOAH-OH-OH
i’ll hit you in the fuckin’ head son
WOAH-OH-OH
with this convenient can
WOAH-OH-OH
it’s got a flavor pigs can’t stand
IT STARTS RIGHT HERE
IT STARTS RIGHT NOW
WITH A CAN OF CHUNKY
WE ABOUT TO THROW DOWN
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10. |
Too Drunk To Play
02:56
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Entire band: *opens beers*
Kelly: Whoa, in unison!
Andy: Nice
Justin: Fuckin’ teamwork bro
WE’RE TOO DRUNK TO DRUNK TO FUCKIN’ PLAY
WE’RE TOO DRUNK TO PLAY
WE’RE TOO DRUNK TO PLAY
WE’RE TOO DRUNK TO PLAY
WE’RE TOO FUCKING DRUNK
Started off the day with some tall boys
now i'm pourin’ liquor with the sidewalk slam boys
gotta play a show don’t know when
gonna be drunk until then
hopefully these drugs fuck me up
puking up my guts god I love throwing up
drinkin’ alcohol is all we do
chug some 4 lokos and forget we even met you
WE’RE TOO DRUNK TO DRUNK TO PLAY
WE’RE TOO DRUNK TO PLAY
WE’RE TOO DRUNK TO PLAY
WE’RE TOO DRUNK TO PLAY
WE’RE TOO FUCKING DRUNK
Where the fucks the blow I need to get high
too fucking drunk if if I don’t do drugs i will die
gotta powder up my nose my dysfunction fuckin' shows
gotta level out gotta straighten up
hopefully this water sobers me up
god i'm fucked up actin outta line
somewhere I think that I lost my mind
WE’RE TOO DRUNK TO DRUNK TO PLAY
WE’RE TOO DRUNK TO PLAY
WE’RE TOO DRUNK TO PLAY
WE’RE TOO DRUNK TO PLAY
WE’RE TOO FUCKING DRUNK
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Sick
02:31
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gotta get out of this town
tired of looking like a clown
always drowning in pools of shit
wondering what the fuck I did to deserve this
always working way to much
working shitty dead end jobs
for a boss who don’t give a fuck
will never give you anything you fucking want
SICK OF THIS TOWN SICK OF THIS PLACE
SICK OF THIS TOWN SICK OF YOUR FACE
SICK OF THIS TOWN SICK OF THIS PLACE
SICK OF YOUR FUCKING FACE
not enough money why even try
can barely even make it
landlords screamin' at me
pay my rent or get out and fucking leave
bars saying i'm cut off
saying its last call
i say it’s my final straw
go ahead and call the fuckin' cops
SICK OF THIS TOWN SICK OF THIS PLACE
SICK OF THIS TOWN SICK OF YOUR FACE
SICK OF THIS TOWN SICK OF THIS PLACE
SICK OF YOUR FUCKING FACE
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12. |
Where Do We Go
02:35
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sitting at the bar drunk as fuck
when all I hear is fuck you punk
turn round look it’s the goddamn cops
said boy you’re comin’ with us
fuck that i’m staying right here
you can’t get me out of this chair
knock em in the teeth running after me
look at all these pigs flying after me
WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE
WHERE DO WE GO FOR BEER
WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE
WHERE DO WE GO FOR BEER
running from the law can’t get caught
seems like I got dumb shit luck
hear them catching up i’m really fucked up
this is where I get locked up
running out of breath feeling really scared
just want to make it out of here
got nowhere to go got nowhere to hide
looks like he start of the end of my life
WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE
WHERE DO WE GO FOR BEER
WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE
WHERE DO WE GO FOR BEER
WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE
WHERE DO WE GO FOR BEER
WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE
WHERE DO WE GO FOR BEER
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Sidewalk Slam Portland, Oregon
From the grimy booze-soaked gutters of Portland, Oregon, Sidewalk Slam plays insurgent punk thrash fit for circle pits and working class revolutions. Drawing from a diverse background of punk, metal, thrash, and oi playing experience and influences, Sidewalk Slam is an emerging thrash punk musical force to reckon with. ... more
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