Indiscriminate I'd rather be elite
I'll choose my own shit scene
Unsubstantiated rumors flown are true
I'm here for me not you
Nonconglumurate I mean what I say
I'm not your f*cking scape
Goat apparently I've alienated some
It seems my job's half done
You'll never understand it
Try to buy and brand it
I win, you lose, cause it's my job
To keep punk rock elite
This music ain't your f*ckin' industry
NOFX - So Long and Thanks for All the Shoes Album Lyrics
NOFX - So Long and Thanks for All the Shoes Lyrics
Writer: MIKE BURKETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Kids Of The K-Hole
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 some 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 medium well
Then proceeded to swallow it whole
It may sound good to you
It may sound oh so wrong
(So f*cking wrong)
Just stuck in the k-hole again
Winter's broken, summer's gone
Just stuck in the k-hole again
Just once again
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 some 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 medium well
Then proceeded to swallow it whole
It may sound good to you
It may sound oh so wrong
(So f*cking wrong)
Just stuck in the k-hole again
Winter's broken, summer's gone
Just stuck in the k-hole again
Just once again
Writer: MIKE BURKETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Murder The Government
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
Yeah yeah yeah...
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
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
Yeah yeah yeah...
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
Writer: MIKE BURKETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Monosyllabic Girl
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 monosyllabic girl
I take her to the university, she says huh
I take her to an 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 monosyllabic girl
You know everyone knows I'm in love
With a monosyllabic girl
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 monosyllabic girl
I take her to the university, she says huh
I take her to an 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 monosyllabic girl
You know everyone knows I'm in love
With a monosyllabic girl
Writer: MIKE BURKETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
180 Degrees
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, f*ck that world, f*ck that heirarchy
Go ahead, work, waste your life away
F*ck that world, go f*ck that right away
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, f*ck that world, f*ck that heirarchy
Go ahead, work, waste your life away
F*ck that world, go f*ck that right away
Writer: MIKE BURKETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
All His Suits Are Torn
Billy Cobin lost it all
We knew he would eventually
Some wonders why he took the fall
Others just ask who the hell is he
And why should we care for him?
A baggy man with baggy clothes
A face made of paper mache
He lost his humor years ago
Along with his molars
His head planted beneath his shoulders
Kill the pain, integrity don't keep you warm and sane
Don't throw me out with the bath water
Don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me
Billy Cobin had a time, Billy Cobin had a place
Following his fifteen minute climb
Billy took a seven second leap a cannonball
Plunge off the deep
We knew he would eventually
Some wonders why he took the fall
Others just ask who the hell is he
And why should we care for him?
A baggy man with baggy clothes
A face made of paper mache
He lost his humor years ago
Along with his molars
His head planted beneath his shoulders
Kill the pain, integrity don't keep you warm and sane
Don't throw me out with the bath water
Don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me
Billy Cobin had a time, Billy Cobin had a place
Following his fifteen minute climb
Billy took a seven second leap a cannonball
Plunge off the deep
Writer: MIKE BURKETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
All Outta Angst
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 nothing to do, nothing 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 stop Mongolia
Don't get to golf or f*ck 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
I'm not insane
I'm not insane
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 nothing to do, nothing 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 stop Mongolia
Don't get to golf or f*ck 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
I'm not insane
I'm not insane
Writer: MIKE BURKETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Im Telling Tim
You better watch out, you better not cry (someone's watching)
You better put out records D.I.Y. (punk rock cops)
Cause it's not what you've done, it's what you've been
If you f*ck up, I'm telling Tim
Take you out of Book Your Own Life part six (I don't count that)
You won't play again at ABC (I couldn't care)
You're gonna get ostracized like Lawrence
When I tell Tim, I'm telling Tim
I'm telling Tim, I'm telling Tim
You better put out records D.I.Y. (punk rock cops)
Cause it's not what you've done, it's what you've been
If you f*ck up, I'm telling Tim
Take you out of Book Your Own Life part six (I don't count that)
You won't play again at ABC (I couldn't care)
You're gonna get ostracized like Lawrence
When I tell Tim, I'm telling Tim
I'm telling Tim, I'm telling Tim
Writer: MIKE BURKETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Champs Elysees
Deux, trois, quatre
Je me baladais sur l'avenue le coeur heureux à l'inconnu
J'avais envie de dire bonjour à n'importe qui
N'importe qui se fut toi, je t'ai dit n'importe quoi
Il suffisait de te parler pour aprivoiser
Aux Champs-Élysée
Aux Champs-Élysée
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysée
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, allons chanter, allons danser
Et on n'a même pas penser à s'embrasser
Aux Champs-Élysée
Aux Champs-Élysée
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysée
Aux Champs-Élysée
Aux Champs-Élysée
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysée
Je me baladais sur l'avenue le coeur heureux à l'inconnu
J'avais envie de dire bonjour à n'importe qui
N'importe qui se fut toi, je t'ai dit n'importe quoi
Il suffisait de te parler pour aprivoiser
Aux Champs-Élysée
Aux Champs-Élysée
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysée
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, allons chanter, allons danser
Et on n'a même pas penser à s'embrasser
Aux Champs-Élysée
Aux Champs-Élysée
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysée
Aux Champs-Élysée
Aux Champs-Élysée
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysée
Writer: Pierre Delanoe, Mike Deighan, Mike Wilsh
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dads Bad News
Don't believe a word your grandfather says
He's been classified grade a psychotic
You can see it from the hole in his head
A saner man would have used a bigger gun
Degeneration 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 faulty gene has been a family heirloom
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 psychotic, grade a psychotic
Degeneration ah ah ah ah
The lunatic clause was written for you
He's been classified grade a psychotic
You can see it from the hole in his head
A saner man would have used a bigger gun
Degeneration 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 faulty gene has been a family heirloom
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 psychotic, grade a psychotic
Degeneration ah ah ah ah
The lunatic clause was written for you
Writer: MIKE BURKETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Kill rock stars
"Kill the rockstars" how ironic, Kathleen
You've been crowned the newest queen
Kinda like the punk rock Gloria Steinham
You can't change the world by blaming men
Can't change the world by hating men
Just cause I don't know the reason You're so pissed
Don't dare tag me mysoginist
I thought the goal here was mutual respect
Not constructing a separate sect
I wish I could have seen Courtney
Demonstrate some real mysoginy
Can't change the world by hating men
You've been crowned the newest queen
Kinda like the punk rock Gloria Steinham
You can't change the world by blaming men
Can't change the world by hating men
Just cause I don't know the reason You're so pissed
Don't dare tag me mysoginist
I thought the goal here was mutual respect
Not constructing a separate sect
I wish I could have seen Courtney
Demonstrate some real mysoginy
Can't change the world by hating men
Writer: MIKE BURKETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Eat The Meek
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Because there's never gonna be enough space
So eat the meek, savour the taste
It's always gonna be a delicacy
Lick your chops and eat the meek
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
The factory mass producing fear, bottled,
Capped, distributed near and far
Sold for a reasonable price
And the people, they love it, they feed it
Brush with it, bathe with it, breathe it
Inject it direct to the blood
It seems to be replacing love
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Because there's always gonna be token truth
Forgotten code discarded youth (discarded youth)
You know there's always gonna be pedigree
One own the air one pay to breathe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Because there's never gonna be enough space
So eat the meek, savour the taste
It's always gonna be a delicacy
Lick your chops and eat the meek
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
The factory mass producing fear, bottled,
Capped, distributed near and far
Sold for a reasonable price
And the people, they love it, they feed it
Brush with it, bathe with it, breathe it
Inject it direct to the blood
It seems to be replacing love
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Because there's always gonna be token truth
Forgotten code discarded youth (discarded youth)
You know there's always gonna be pedigree
One own the air one pay to breathe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Writer: MIKE BURKETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Desperations Gone
Trip down the stairs into hell
Cathay de I miss your smell
A mixture of puke, beer, stale piss
F*ck, sweat, and fear
Adrenaline addicted, the blood leak
From my head kinda concerned my friends
But at the time it felt so right
The music blaring on, now that desperation's gone
(The song is same) The desperation's gone
Turn, tune the knob k-go
Some alternal radio
Strategic marketing hype, media, stereotype
Has our music been castrated? Yes
To you it may sound good
To me it sounds all wrong
The notes and chords sound similar
The same forbidden beat, but
The desperation's gone (the song's the same)
But the desperation's gone
Cathay de I miss your smell
A mixture of puke, beer, stale piss
F*ck, sweat, and fear
Adrenaline addicted, the blood leak
From my head kinda concerned my friends
But at the time it felt so right
The music blaring on, now that desperation's gone
(The song is same) The desperation's gone
Turn, tune the knob k-go
Some alternal radio
Strategic marketing hype, media, stereotype
Has our music been castrated? Yes
To you it may sound good
To me it sounds all wrong
The notes and chords sound similar
The same forbidden beat, but
The desperation's gone (the song's the same)
But the desperation's gone
Writer: MIKE BURKETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Quart In Session
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
Cause nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Consequence never had any time to think
About what shoulda, coulda, happened to me
See common sense
My parents said I never had any
But now look whose got the dough
Cause 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
Missin' the alcohol
Without tonic and gin
Without two vicodin
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
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
Cause nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Consequence never had any time to think
About what shoulda, coulda, happened to me
See common sense
My parents said I never had any
But now look whose got the dough
Cause 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
Missin' the alcohol
Without tonic and gin
Without two vicodin
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun
Writer: MIKE BURKETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Falling In Love
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
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
Writer: MIKE BURKETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
So Long and Thanks for All the Shoes is the seventh studio album by the American punk rock band NOFX. It was released on November 11, 1997, through Epitaph Records.
The title is inspired by the fourth book of Douglas Adams's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series, So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish, and refers to the frequent occurrence of fans throwing footwear at the band during their live shows.
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NOFXThe title is inspired by the fourth book of Douglas Adams's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series, So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish, and refers to the frequent occurrence of fans throwing footwear at the band during their live shows.
Genre(s): Punk rock, ska
Producer(s): Ryan Greene, Fat Mike
Length: 33:16
Released: November 11th, 1997
Year: 1997