All You Fascists Bound To Lose

 Let me tell you fascists

'Cos it ain't getting through

It ain't white lives don't matter

It's that black lives matter too

You're bound to lose

You fascists are bound to lose

So you're coming for the black folk

You're coming for the Jews

Rest assured your overlords

Will be coming for you too

You're bound to lose

You fascists are bound to lose

Let's take back our country

Says the leader of the whites

And you know he's got your back

Because that's where he keeps his knives

You're bound to lose

You fascists are bound to lose

I see you at the stock exchange

I see you printing press

I see you running scared

From the educated left

You're bound to lose

You fascists are bound to lose

There's good and bad in all of us

That's the human condition

But you push the good too far

And man you're gonna wish you didn't

You're bound to lose

You fascists are bound to lose

I Fucking Hate Everything

I fucking hate everyone

I fucking hate everyone

They say, always be merry as you can

For few will delight in a sorrowful man

But I fucking hate everyone

I got a whole-world-is-a-mess and an

Everyone's-a-dick kind of a feeling

I got a pain in my heart

And two-aching feet in my shoes

I got mouths to feed and bills to pay

And a wife I'm sure is cheating

I got the dreaming-I-was-someone-else-

And-just-woke-up-abruptly blues

I fucking hate everywhere

I fucking hate everywhere

There ain't a bar in this town or the next

That don't make me wanna slit my wrists

I fucking hate everywhere

So take your positive vibes

Your happiness, your contentment, your pleasantries

I know you got crap

Take your all-is-well, self-help,

Citizen of the world Instagram

Self-improvement's masturbation

So take your guided-meditation

Put it with your kambucha-enema

And shove it up your ass

Punk Ivo

Ivo,

You ain't so evil

It's just some people

Make you wanna die

And I can't blame you

I feel the same, too

And I can't claim to

Know how to make it right

Ivo,

These things ain't simple

Things don't always equal

The sum of their parts

But you don't mind getting

Deep 'bout your depression

If there's a chance of helping

Someone else's heavy heart

So I'm on your sofa

Four cans of a six leftover

'Cos I couldn't help but open

Two cans on the way

But you got that Dutch gold

And you got a crate-load

And it's already in the fridge, cold

So let's drink 'til the light of day

Put on some NOFX

Some early Mike Ness

Discuss the likeness

Between the Kennedy's and the Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster

Jelle Biafra

And what he did after

The Dead Kennedy's shafted

Him for a Levi's ad

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Happy Birthday to

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I heard punk kids like country, too

I hope punk kids like country, too