Cover di So Long and Thanks for All the Shoes

So Long and Thanks for All the Shoes
Album - 11 aprile 1997 - Debaser id 183

di NOFX

Everybody needs some time away
Just stuck in the k-hole again
An 18 hour holiday
Just stuck in the k-hole again, just once again

Mrs. Kitty Ketamine your perseverance may
Outlast my ambition to go home
Infatuation with your dark side I obey
Forbidden pleasures, I have grown to loathe/love

Somewhere between the eden and north utopia
Somewhere beneath the astral plain
I've taken residence on sybaritic soil
You won't be seeing me again
You won't be seeing me again

Dropping crumbs and flying thumbs
Won't help me get back home
The home is where the heart is, I've been told
Cause I promised my heart to her
She cooked it meduium well
Then proceded to swallow it whole

It may sound good to you
It may sound oh so wrong
*So fucking wrong*
Just stuck in the k-hole again
Winter's broken, summer's gone
Just stuck in the k-hole again
Just once again
Il tuo voto:
I wanna see the constitution burn
Wanna watch the white house overturn
Wanna witness some blue blood bleed red

I wanna tar and lynch the KKK
I wanna pull and shoot the NRA
I wanna pay the lobbyists to kill themselves
I wanna dose the DEA
I wanna join the CIA (not really)

It just seems so fucking easy to make this
Country a better place to live.
Illegalize guns and lobbying
(Jail murderers and extortionists)...
Legalize drugs and prostitution
(Free salesmen and saleswomen)...

Murder the government Murder the government
Murder the government And then do it again yeah
Murder the government Murder the government
Murder the government and then
Murder the government
Il tuo voto:
I take her to the aquarium, she says shark
I take her to the planetarium, she says dark
I take her to the seaside
Where she likes to spin and twirl
She says sure and cool and yeah
She's my monosylabic girl

I take her to the university, she says huh
I take her to anniversary, she says one
I take her to jewelry store
I say diamonds, she says pearl
Oh everyone knows I'm in love
With a monosylabic girl
Il tuo voto:
It's so easy to defend the Status Quo
with everyone so cool and cynical
But when you see the end don't justify the means
It's just that 180 degrees

The great thing about bein' a human
The ability to reason
But reasoning don't work when no one cares
2 parts apathy, one part despair

Guess what, this might come as a surprise
I'll no longer roll my eyes
A change of heart to let the conscience breath
One quick twist, just 180 degrees

Yeah, I now know the right thing to do
Yeah, anti tradition tried and true
Yeah, a world where wrong has right of way
Yeah, fuck that world, fuck that heirarchy

Go ahead, work, waste your life away
Fuck that world, go fuck that right away
Il tuo voto:
I'm not insane, I'm not bummed out
I got no one to blame, nothing to change
I got no evil to fight

One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst
Society don't bother me
And there's something wrong with that

So I'm off to Pakistan, learn the laws of Islam
Fundamentalism, forget that rock 'n' roll
No cigarette, no drink, in fact
It's difficult to think about getting laid
When you don't even get to see her face
I'm not insane

I'm not insane, I'm not liquored up
I got nothin' to do, nothin' to lose
I got no place to call home
One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst
Society don't bother me, there's something wrong with that

Next step Mongolia
Don't get to golf or fuck or bowl with 'ya
Throw out that handicap
No stepping out, till spring, in fact it's
Difficult to sing when it's 20 below
And that's during the day
I'm not insane
Il tuo voto:
You better watch out you better not cry
You better put out records d.i.y.
Cause its not what you've done its what you've been
If you fuck up I'm telling Tim
I'm telling Tim (x3)

Take you out of book your own life part six
You wont play again at ABC
You're gonna get ostracized like Lawrence
When I tell Tim
I'm telling Tim (x3)
Il tuo voto:
Je me balladais sur l’avenue, le coeur ouvert à l’inconnu
J’avais envie de dire bonjour à n’importe qui
N’importe qui, et ce fut toi, je t’ai dit n’importe quoi
Il suffisait de te parler pour t’apprivoiser

Chorus :
Aux Champs Élysées, Aux Champs Élysées,
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit,
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs Élysées

Tu m’as dit "J’ai rendez-vous" dans un sous-sol avec des fous
Qui vivent la guitare à la main du soir au matin,
Alors je t’ai accompagnée, on a chanté, on a dansé
Et l’on n’a même pas pensé à s’embarrasser

Chorus
Il tuo voto:
Don't believe a word your grandfather says
He's been classified grade a psycotik
You can see it from the hole in his head
A saner man would have used a bigger gun

Degeneration ah ah ah ah ah
The lunatic clause was written for you

The story spoken is a story unheard
By you so listen cause it's unbelievable
A certain trait has passed while while centuries turned
This certain trait has been a family tradition

No simple way to tell you son
We share the same red tainted blood
I'm gonna kill me, You're gonna kill you
Killing you

Don't believe a word your grandfather says
Don't believe a word your grandfather says
Don't believe a word your grandfather says
He's a psycotik, grade a psycotic
Il tuo voto:
It's funny how nothing seems much fun
anymore to me now that I quit the drink
'cause soberness it might be what I need
but it's certainly not how I wanna be

Nothing seems much fun anymore to me

Consequence never had any kinda
think about shoulda coulda happen to me
C-Common sense my parents said I
Never had any, but now look whose got the dough

Nothing seems much fun anymore to me

Don't feel like goin' out
Nothing worth singin about
missin' the alcohol
no longer born to lose
put away my party shoes
Missing the alcohol
Without Tonic N gin
Without no Vicodin

Nothin seem much fun anymore to me X 4
Il tuo voto:
Blast oxygen masks, smoke filled cabin
Depressurize, don't be afraid, hold onto me
We're goin down, but not our love

Death don't seem so bad, when I'm with you
My only love, so close your eyes
Kiss me one last time, We're gonna
Die, but not our love, not our love
Il tuo voto:
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