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thank you NOFX

Fullmetal Chocobo

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I owe NOFX one (Punk in Drublic album). Finally got that damn "Internet is for Porn" WoW skit song out of my head....

Okay, good night ATOT. I'm going bed. See ya'll in 7 hours.
 
best song on that album IMO:

:music: Reeko, try to understand, it really is that bad
It won't just go away, the party's over
It's past two'o'clock, so it's about time
We stopped, 'cause I see the keg has been sucked dry
The cisco was emptied in to the aquarium
Where the fish all seem to play the ex lax
Lines the dog bowl
The toilet's overflowed, we've had our fun so now there's nothing left to damage.
We got no place left to go
Mr. President, please understand, it really is that bad
It won't just go away, it's just beginning
The ballots have been cast, we make like seaward rats
Leave this sinking ship, leave and not look back
The things we never tried to disallow
Have come back to haunt us now
With apple pie and chevrolet
We've come to see the end, we've all made this bed
Now we got nowhere to lay, dies and gentlemen
Try to understand :music:
 
Possesions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy
Well that's not true, I've got a bed, and a guitar
And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor
That's right, I've got a floor
So what, so what, so what?
I've got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes
Where everything important to me
Just seems to fall right down my leg
And on to the floor
My closest friend linoleum
Linoleum
Supports my head, gives me something to believe
That's me on the beachside combing the sand
Metal meter in my hand
Sporting a pocket full of change
That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
That's me on the back of the bus
That's me in the cell
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head


been my favorite song for years
 
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