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Circle Jerks Album



1982
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I'm innocent
until i'm proven guilty
deny everything, deny everything
I'm being framed
it's all a set-up
deny everything, deny everything

i'm just a spoke in the wheel
just a part of the puzzle
a part of the game
I'm being framed

innocent
until i'm proven guilty
deny everything
deny everything
deny everything
deny everything

. . .


empty frame on the wall
cat & mouse when you don't call
all I do is think of her
t.v. screens picture's blurred

so take it away!
take it away!

every night the scene is set
I've got to drink to forget
I cannot incure this debt
where's the gun?
here's my head!

let's go to the hongkong
breaking glass at madame wong's.
let's go buy a pint of booze
getting drunk getting loose

I just want some skank!
I just want some skank!
I just want some skank!
I just want some skank!

passing flyers at the troub
seven nights seven 'ludes
what's the deal with this band?
Let's go roll some fields, man

I just want some skank!
I just want some skank!
I just want some skank!
I just want some skank!

every night would be so great
i'd take you home to meet mom & dad
and they'll be so glad
they won't think their boy's a fag
then they'll go upstairs and go to bed

. . .


Beverly Hills, century city
everything's so nice and pretty
all the people look the same
don't they know they're so damn lame

there she goes
three piece suit
spandex pants
cowboy boots

I don't know what i'm gonna do
I don't know what i'm gonna do
maybe i'll have to move from

Beverly Hills, century city
everything's so nice and pretty
All the people look the same
don't they know they're so damn lame

there she goes
three piece suit
spandex pants
fiorucci too
beverly hills, century city!

. . .


I went to see a rabbi
but despite his advise
I want an operation
I will not father life

operation, operation
snip & tie, snip & tie

they send me to a preacher
a really toughtful guy
he said my idea's crazy
I shouldn't even try

this operation, operation
snip & tie, snip & tie

but i've just seen a surgeon
and with a knife he cut
I cannot bring you children
this world is such a rut

operation, operation
snip & tie, snip & tie

I had an operation
a statement of our times
they tied my balls together
what's insides not alive

. . .


you yell out in defiance
you're backed up against the wall
they're up there clutching their guns and
it makes you feel real small

so you can cuss, spit, throw bottles
broken glass
but it all ends up with handcuffs on you hands

you run around and spray paint
graffiti on everybody's wall
you think that's bitchin man
that ain't nothing at all!

so you can cuss,spit,throw bottles
broken glass
but it ends up with a swift kick to your ass

. . .


I was wasted...
(echoes and fades)

I was a jagged-up, I was so wasted
I was a dropout, I was so wasted
I was an actor, I was so wasted
I was a fucked-up, I was so wasted
I was a hippie
I was a burnout
I was a dropout, I was outta my head
I was a surfer
I had a skateboard
I was so heavy man I lived on the strand

I was so wasted...

I was wasted...
(echoes and fades)

I was so fucked-up
I was so messed-up
I was so screwed-up, I was outta my head

I was a jagged-up
I was a dropout
I was so lived-out, I was outta my head

I was so wasted...

I was wasted...
(echoes and fades) x3

I was so wasted...

I was wasted...
(echoes and fades) x5

. . .


Mister,give me the key
point me to the stairs
I don't know what waits for me in

room 13
room 13

dim lit stairway
stains on the floor
looking for 13
what's behind the door?

room 13
room 13

prostitutes,hypes & thungs
meet me on the way
bare ceilings;just blank
walls blank walls, that's okay
prostitutes,hypes & thugs
meet me on the way
empty bottles,spots of blood
that's cool bro, that's cool,'cause
what waits for me?
a whore,a bullet a thug?

that's okay, room 13
that's okay, room 13

turn around
i'll walk away
turn around
i didn't want to stay there anyway

. . .


I've got the world up my ass
and i'm gonna move fast
be the first
won't be the last
I've got the world up my ass

society is burning me up
take a bite, spit it out
take their rules
rip 'em up, tear them down

twisted mind, withered brain
you know I'm going insane
I just tell them to get back
when they tell me how to act
I've got the world up my ass

you know I've got the world up my ass

. . .


I hope you're having fun
where's your uniform? where's your gun?
better rub up that suntan oil
'cause you'll be fighting in the desert

it's not..vietnam
just another oil company scam

salute that flag of uncle sam
get your money out place your bets
it's afghanistan!!
fix baionets,check grenades
got enough bullets
got enough rounds to wipe out this place?
Were the infantry & cavalery
parachutes fill the skie,bodies burn and people die

. . .


don't care
where you from anyway
I don't care
lots of money anyway
I don't care
what you say anyway
I don't care
lots of clothes anyway

I don't care
I don't care

don't care
nice car anyway
don't care
nice parent anyway
don't care
nice home anyway
don't care
lots of money anyway

don't care,don't care

. . .


I don't wanna live
to be thirty-four
I don't wanna die
in a nuclear war

go on out
get some more
go on out
to the bar, the market or the liquor store

I don't wanna live
to be fourthy-three
I don't like
what i see going on around me

go on out
get some more
go on out
get fucked up and pass out on the floor
go on out
get some more
go on out
to your favorite liquor store
go on out
don't worry about it any more
go on out
get fucked up
i don't know what for

I don't wanna live
to be fifty-seven
I'm living in hell
is there a heaven?

live fast, die young!
live fast, die young!
live fast, die young!
live fast, die young!

. . .


Girls hate guys
because of the things we try
guys hate girls
because of the things they say
behind our backs while we're away

tell me what's your problem?
what's inside of you?
tell me what's your problem?
what you're gonna do?

I got a date
I can't be late
If she don't show up
I'll masturbate

. . .


group sex!
group sex!
group sex!
group sex!

private swing party
friday & saturday night
wouldn't it be nice
to have a party with couples
that are friendly and mellow?
a ion-key atmosphere
where you can explore
your most sensual fantasies
with other aware sensitive couples?

group sex!
group sex!
group sex!
group sex!

Where you can bring someone
you care about without embarassment?
privacy good food & music
refreshments, cleanliness
and a super-jacuzzi too
that's what parties at the
a-frame are all about
call 213-659-3756
best time to call is
friday and saturday afternoons
see you there!

group sex!

. . .


red tape
I can see can't you see?
red tape
do in to you do in to me
red tape
bureaucrasie & bourgeoisie
red tape
killing you killing me

tax this
tax that
tax this
taxthat

no more red tape

I can see can't you see
red tape
do in to you do into me
red tape
washinton DC
red tape
killing you killing me

tax this
tax that
tax this
tax that

no more red tape

red tape
I can see can't you see
red tape
do in to you do in to me
red tape
washinton DC
red tape
killing you killing me

tax this
tax that
tax this
tax that

no more red tape!

. . .


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