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Angry Samoans Album


Inside My Brain (1980)
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Yeah

The right side of my mind
It's regeneration, baby
Don't look what you will find
It's our generation, yeah

There's nothing stopping me now
We don't listen to you
No, there's nothing holding me back
I want all the truth
The right side of my mind

The right side of my mind
Is degeneration, baby
It's all twisted in time
Like re-incarnation, baby
Squares, longhairs, troopers at bars
There's no free expression
Strychnine space race to the stars
It's our new direction child

There's nothing stopping me now
We don't listen to you - fuck off
There's nothing holding me back
I want all the truth
The right side of my mind
The right side of my mind
The right side

Let's go

The right side of my mind

Oh
Uh, oh

The left side of my mind
Is electrocution, baby
Don't look what you will find
It's your execution, chump
Squares, longhairs, troopers, guitars
It's our way of expression
Strychnine space race to the stars
It's our new direction now, baby

There's nothing stopping me now
We don't listen to you, oh
There's nothing holding me back
I want all the truth
The right side of my mind
Oh, the right side of my mind
Right side

. . .


Take a pill take a pill pill pill
When I'm ill, for my brain
It's 'coz I feel sick
I can't explain, I can't explain

Five four baby three two one
Gimme sopor
Five four baby three two one
Gimme sopor

Got a car got a car car car
I'm going far in my car
Got a dog got a dog dog dog
I'm a hog and you're a frog

Five four baby three two one
Gimme sopor
Five four baby three two one
Gimme sopor

Gonna kill, gonna kill kill kill
For my pill, I kill for kicks
Gonna kill, gonna kill kill kill
I want my pill I want my pill

Five four baby three two one
Gimme sopor
Five four baby three two one
Gimme sopor

. . .


I think I'm gonna gonna take a trip
I think my mind's gonna going to rip
Hot cars are on my mind
Hot cars I must find
Hot cars
Hot cars

I think I'm gonna gonna go insane, ah
I think I'm gonna gonna stab my brain
Hot cars are on my mind
Hot cars baby, I must find
Hot cars
Hot cars, oh
Hot cars

. . .


Won't somebody stop my mind?
It's crawled away I'm going blind
The rats crawl into my head
I can't forget what I just said
'Coz I'm (inside my brain)
Ya know I'm living baby (inside my brain)
I'm upstairs (inside my brain)
There's a hole in my head
Inside my brain

I see black Christmas trees
Barbed wire, funeral homes
I see your face, forest fires
Rats in the streets gnawing at your bones
'Coz I'm (inside my brain)
I'm looking out yeah (inside my brain)
But there's a hole in my head (inside my brain)
A brand new world there, yeah
Inside my brain brain brain

Welders drilling at my skull
Subtract my life from one to null
Hot cars and crashing sounds
These are the things that I have found
When I'm inside my brain
Uh, inside my brain
Oh, inside my brain

Yeah baby I found a new home
I drilled a hole in my head
I'm looking out, yeah
It's a brand new world

. . .


1 2 3

You took your clothes off
I started to laugh
Thats when I knew it was through
I guess I'll go I'll take a bath
there's nothing else to do.

You stupid asshole
know you're making me sick
You stupid asshole
baby suck my dick

1 2 I'm looking at you
and there ain't nothing I miss
3 4 I'm closing the door
'cause you no longer exist

put out baby

I hear these words panning in my brain
I need a girl who puts out
but you don't and its causing me pain
I'm in the middle of doubt

You stupid asshole
baby I'm one too
You stupid asshole
I don't know what to do

1 2 I'm looking at you
and there aint' nothing I miss
3 4 your just a fucking whore
'cause you no longer exist babe

'cause you no longer exist

yeah

. . .


Hey!

He can't read baby he can't talk
He's L.A.'s favorite punk rock jock
Glitter bands and Bowie's cock
are his ideas of new wave rock

You're a fuckin' piece of shit now rodney
I don't think you're so hot
You make me laugh with those clothes you wear
and those stupid teeth you've got

Get off the air! Get off the air!
You pathetic male groupie, you don't impress me
Get off the air! You fuckin' square
You're just a jerk as far as I can see

8pm Rodney's on the air
He's beating off in Joan Jet's hair
Christmas eve, what d'you got
four hours of Phil Spector rock

You're a fuckin' piece of shit now rodney
I don't think you're so hot
You make me laugh with those clothes you wear
and those lame-brain teeth you've got

Get off the air! Get off the air!
You pathetic male queer, you don't impress me
Get off the air! You fuckin' square
You're just a jerk as far as I can see

. . .


Locked inside my bedroom
Looking at the pictures up on the wall
I need a little elbowroom
I need space man that ain't all
Get home first thing you know
My folks jump on my case
Get a job, take the dishes out
Put the trash back in its place
Someday when I'm a man
I'm gonna put them in their place

'Coz my old man's a fatso
He's got a pot, baby for a mouth
Baby, my old man's a fatso
But you know he owns this house, yeah

Locked inside the classroom
Staring at the dots up on the wall
My teachers all are retards
I need out baby that ain't all
I don't care about textbooks
Or the Jews that discovered Spain
I gotta gotta gotta leave this town
I'll take the bus, I'll catch a plane

'Coz my old man's a fatso
He's got a bathtub for a mouth
Baby, my old man's a fatso
But ya know he owns this ...house

Yeah

Two, three, four

Cruisin' on the highway
It feels so good to see open space
I don't feel like a prisoner
I don't feel like a basket case
I turn the radio up to ten
And you know I've found my place
Yep, get a job, put the dishes out
Put the trash back in its place
Now that I'm a man
I'm gonna put them in their place

'Coz my old man's a fatso
He's got a bathtub for a mouth
Baby, my old man's a fatso
But you know he owns this house

. . .


Looking for a place to park
I think I need a fix
Anytime when it's after dark
To get my female kicks
I don't go to Frisco
An' I wont go to the beach
There's just one place I know
Where the girls just can't be beat
Carson girls, they're the cutest in the land
Carson girls, I wanna take one by the hand

One's name is DD
And the other she plays bass
All their friends now are cuter still
I'd like to kiss them in the face
I don't care about one-night stands
Or pick-ups in a bar
All I want's the girl I love
On the back seat of my car
Carson girls, they're the cutest in the land
Carson girls, I wanna take one by the hand

Rock

Scrunch back, now

So if you're thinking about moving to west
Forget about West L.A.
Forget about Torrance now, baby
'Coz Carson girls are A-OK
They don't care about breaking hearts
And they don't leave guys in tears
And when they love they never stop
At least that's what I hear
Carson girls, they're the cutest in the land
Carson girls, I wanna take one by the hand
Carson girls, they're the cutest in the land
Carson girls, I wanna take one by the hand

. . .


He picks his nose with the T.V. on
I'm a pig now baby, I'm a pig pig pig
He sniffs his toes when he's feeling gone
I'm a pig now baby dig?
He goes out on Friday night
Takes off his pants coz it feels alright
Third down and twenty to go
This two-tub turkey is ready to go go go

In the gym the kids are holding their nose
I'm a pig now baby can ya dig?
I don't care coz I got B.O.
I'm a pig, I'm a pig
Body odour is no concern
When he goes shopping those noses turn
Third down and thirty to go
This two-tub turkey is ready to go go go

He's just a turkey, a two-tub turkey

Mr. Turkey
Rock
Two, three, four
Stick it

He doesn't care 'bout mowing the lawn
I'm a pig now baby, I'm a pig pig pig
He only cares about porking your mom
I'm a pig now baby, dig?
He goes out on Friday night
Takes off his pants coz it feels alright
Third down and forty to go
This two-tub turkey is ready to go go go

You're just a turkey, a two-tub turkey

You're just a two-tub turkey
Turd rock

. . .


Are you plugged in?
Just plug in, baby
Too animalistic

Bob and Coozy are sitting on the couch
She wants to eat, the Cooze ain't no slouch

She says come on baby, I want a Sara Lee up my crack
The Cooze is gettin' hot, she wants some action in the sack
She says come on baby, I got somethin' for you
But whaddya think, Bob told the Cooze?

On his back, on his back
Bobby starts to quack!
He says stop! This ain't pop! And besides, it's just too...

Too Animalistic!
Too Animalistic!

French Provincial is growing everywhere
T-shirts inside out, peroxide fills the air

She says come on baby, I want a donut up my crack
The Cooze is gettin' hot, she wants some action in the sack
She says come on baby, I got somethin' for you
But whaddya think, Bob told the Cooze?

On his back, on his back,
Bobby starts to quack!
He says stop! This ain't pop! And besides, it's just too...

Too Animalistic!
Too Animalistic!

Well, like, Cynthia and Steve Garvey are sitting on their waterbed, and
Steve says, "C'mon, baby, suck my dick."

And she says, "You fuckin' piece of shit! You aimed your ball at ground.
You wanted ground balls Friday night. You blow ball games!
You're not worth 5O dollars a week! You goddamned turkey!
You won't even let your mitts get dirty. You want me to suck your dick!
Baby, you're just too..."

Too Animalistic!
Too Animalistic!
Too Animalistic!
Too Animalistic!

. . .


Yeah

The right side of my mind
It's regeneration, baby
Don't look what you will find
It's our generation, yeah

There's nothing stopping me now
We don't listen to you
No, there's nothing holding me back
I want all the truth
The right side of my mind

The right side of my mind
Is degeneration, baby
It's all twisted in time
Like re-incarnation, baby
Squares, longhairs, troopers at bars
There's no free expression
Strychnine space race to the stars
It's our new direction child

There's nothing stopping me now
We don't listen to you - fuck off
There's nothing holding me back
I want all the truth
The right side of my mind
The right side of my mind
The right side

Let's go

The right side of my mind

Oh
Uh, oh

The left side of my mind
Is electrocution, baby
Don't look what you will find
It's your execution, chump
Squares, longhairs, troopers, guitars
It's our way of expression
Strychnine space race to the stars
It's our new direction now, baby

There's nothing stopping me now
We don't listen to you, oh
There's nothing holding me back
I want all the truth
The right side of my mind
Oh, the right side of my mind
Right side

. . .


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