- YOU WILL LOSE FAITH - Your only daughter's turning tricks cause she's jonesin' for a fix She just blew your mechanic, that's when you will lose, your wife's Overdose was a success, humiliation was too great Now with your estate foreclosed, you will surely lose your head Was in a bad place when you punched your supervisor in the throat An inadvertent fatal blow, were the words your lawyer used On the unsympathetic judge, who was having a bad day So he threw your life away, is faith still comforting you? I know the answer, still I ask, where is your god now? You thought it was the Christian thing to do, breaking up that fight at school 'Til the gun came into play, and the sight was set on you Running was ironic cause it was the last time you would You wish the kids you tried to help wouldn't laugh when he saw you Are the invisible man, no one looks you in the eye You've become an anecdote, the wrong place at the wrong time The worst case scenario, the proverbial "that guy" You never did question your faith, you flushed it with your first piss bag That's why I have to ask, where is your god now? . . . . . . . - YOU'RE WRONG - You're wrong about virtues of Christianity And you're wrong if you agree with Sean Hannity If you think that pride is about nationality You're wrong You're wrong when you imprison people turning tricks And you're wrong about trickle-down economics If you think that punk rock doesn't mix with politics You're wrong You're wrong for hating queers and eating steers If you kill for the thrill of the hunt You're wrong about wearing fur and not hating Ann Coulter She's a cunted cunt You're wrong if you celebrate Columbus Day And you're wrong if you think there'll be a judgment day If you're a chartered member of the N-R-A You're wrong You're wrong if you support capital punishment And you're wrong if you don't question your government If you think your reproductive rights are inconsequent You're wrong You're wrong fighting jihad, your blind faith in God Your religions are all flawed You're wrong about drug use when it's not abuse I hope you never reproduce You're getting high on the down low A victim of the Cointelpro You're wrong and will probably never know . . . . . . . - MY ORPHAN YEAR - My father had dementia He lied in bed for months Once in a while he'd call me And ask me to fly down I told him that I'd love to But I had things to do And so he died without his son I heard about it drunk after a show My mother battled cancer For over seven years I nursed her and I held her When time was running out The night before she left me I drank scotch all night And thanked her for everything she'd done Raising me alone wasn't much fun Dad I can forgive you, But I'll never forget, Months I wouldn't see you and when I did You'd be out with your friends all night Alone and only nine I watched the outer limits And scared out of my mind I wonder if you felt the same The days before you died I wonder if you even knew Why I wouldn't come around I bet if you had been there, There wouldn't be this song 2006 goodbye parents For once I am sincere 2006 my orphan year . . . . . . . - THE MAN I KILLED - As they tightly strap me in, give me lethal injection I've just a few moments to live, I've no remorse for what I did It was for the benefit of man, I made the utmost sacrifice Before more damage could be done I took his life There was a split second of silence when the dart punctured the skin Beady eyes rolled back in head, the body dropped from the poison They could incapacitate me but could not erase my sneer I heard a thousand people screaming, I know three billion others cheered He was gone and I would soon be Executed by the state, all appeals would be in vain I was not criminally insane, in fact I was found to be An otherwise caring and respectable member of society A minor threat except for that one man I killed As the sedatives take effect, I just smile, close my eyes There's a priest kneeling next to me, he asks me if I realize I was going straight to hell and he thought that I should know That the man I killed's replacement planned this whole scenario And what I did would make no difference . . . . . . . - WE"RE BROS - Bros, best friends forever We're bros, not just fair weather We're bros since we were born, yeah We're bros from Southern California I carry him after a show He ain't heavy, he's my bro Sometimes I wish he'd act his age My buddy pissed himself on stage He ain't heavy, he's my bro He's my bro . . . . . . . - 13 STICHES - The first time I saw the Descendants, They were the fastest band I'd ever seen No one in the crowd really cared for them, We were waiting for the Alley Cats to play After a couple months I heard Kabuki Girl, On Rodney on the Roq late Sunday night That was enough, for me I hopped the bus, To Licorice Pizza and bought my all time favorite record The next time I went to the Whiskey, It was D-O-A with Millions of Dead Cops The latter band played faster than I could believe But the songs sounded the same and kinda sucked 'Cept John Wayne was a Nazi, And Joey Shithead was a drunk Then John Macias beat some hippie to a pulp, 'Cause having long hair was a mistake The third time I went to the hospital, I needed 13 stitches in my head I managed to catch about 6 songs of Ill Repute, Then some suicidal threw me into a post My girlfriend started to cry 'Cause we had to leave before D-R-I played 50 lousy songs My blood stained shirt smelled of clove cigarettes But it sure looked pretty cool after a wash . . . . . . . - DOORNAILS- These two shots are for Derrick For rifle, not the handgun For coffee and cigarettes Give it back You know, suicide isn't painless When you leave everyone in pain Two shots will never go down the same This beating's for Jimmy For ultimate devotion For your mind of my own Bring out your dead Sedated, flagellated You were the one most loved and hated Thanks for all that carpet and your songs Oh, this patron's for Jason And this lager's for Andy And these doses are for bomber And this fix is for Bradley This ritalin's for Lumpy And this speedball's for friday This nitrous hit is for Lynn and best friend Dobbs This bowl is for my mom For drinking more than I did For posting bail for me in New York And in Hollywood that first time And that joint we smoked was the worst time 'Cause doing drugs with parents is just wrong Oh, this patron's for Jason And this lager's for Andy And these doses are for bomber And this fix is for Bradley This song is for winning losers It's for lucky substance abusers The ones who left their black marks on us all . . . . . . . - I, MELVIN - Mascara hides the sleepless nights Years of abuse, the downs and highs A lonely drunk staggers on stage Weathered and worn, battered and broken, I feel my age Like a puppet on strings, look he strums and he sings, I feel like a cartoon I'm alone on the stage, I'm the man on the moon I'm the deer in the headlights, I'm the fish in the bowl I'm on automatic pilot, I am remote controlled Just a second guitarist, playing on the 3rd string I'm the disclaimer, I'm a walking routine I'm happily a cog, stand me up, plug me in Like a robot I play all the songs, with a grin I am Eric Melvin . . . . . . . - SCAVENGER TYPE - Gigin alone at the bottom of the hill Our protagonist named Bill Sets his sights on an anchor steam pint All he needs is thirteen quarters Congregated in his hat A crow, a scavenger type California redemption provides him with his rent Room and board inside a fifth of comfort As the wind penetrates his bones His mind keeps focused Tidal waves of sound catapulted From his horn wail like lovers The coins don't drop consistent as does the mercury His meter slows realizing a zenith He's reached perfection No one did see him die
Fat Mike your old songs have made me feel like I new your parents but this reminds me I don't know anything about you and iv always felt your just another one of us or are we one of you.idk I feel you I'm sure plenty think they do but it's depressing finding my only pleasure hidden behind pain. If everything was pleasure thered be no such thing as pain my
I have reach the perfection. People thought i was dead but did not care.. Just said i was dead. Kind of funny seeing the faces. But they were my best friends, so kind of not funny, still think it is funny when i took the choice not shooting up coke anymore. And my junkies friends thought i was dead..
People who think this is too depressing or not punk truly have no idea what the true spirit of punk is!! And it doesn't mean to just play as loud, hard and fast as you can and singing about being a teenager...it's WAY MORE THAN THAT!!
Been seeing their shows for 20+ years, life won't be the same without NOFX shows. I've seen them more times than I can count and never have been disappointed. This last tour hopefully should be a crazy good time.
I was gonna see Punk In Drublic Edmonton but plans fell through last minute. I hope to god I can see NOFX before they retire they've been my favourite band since my early teens .
OK so they’ve broken up or retired APPARENTLY.... no Mike has taken a year or two or three maybe four for whatever reason his business but it’s not like we won’t be hearing from them !!!
Amazed I didn’t know who you were. Amazed how deep this album is. Amazed how much you put yourself out there. Fat mike i am amazed at what i am listening to . Still listening to this album for the first time and thought I had to comment on the first song. There were these guys that were about to throw rocks at a prostitute. Jesus came up to him wrote something in the dirt and said let him without sin cast the first stone. God is love that is a quote from the Bible don’t ask me where ask a Jehovah witness or something I’m a Mormon myself. Amazing Grace will save us all
Buddy, you got that story all wrong, they were about to kill that prostitute with rocks, when Jesus showed up and told em, anyone here that never slept with this girl shall throw its first rock, they all left. Amen
