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Minor Threat Album


Out Of Step (1983)
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Maybe it was no one's fault
I know it wasn't mine
But now that you've moved along
I guess I'm next in line

I thought we had the same ideas
But you, you proved me wrong
I've been played the fool before
But never for quite so long

Betray!

So what now? Do we shake hands,
And go on our seperate ways?
Or do I open my mind
And follow you into the haze?

No, I'll see you tomorrow
Same channel, same time, same place
I'm not going anywhere
'Cause I quit your fucking race

Betray!

Goddammit, we were supposed to stay young
And now it's over, it's finished, it's done
Normal expectations, they were on the run
But now it's over, it's finished, it's done

It's over, it's finished, it's done!

. . .


I thought
I had left it behind
In another fucking time
When boys were boys,
Girls were girls
And faces were hard to find

It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!

All the stupid thinking
The stupid people thought
The rules that we lived buy
The friends that we bought
The asshole with a strong arm
In the shape of floating friends
The young ladies and their secrets
In the soap that never ends

It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!

I thought I had outrun
When I crossed the tracks
I thought I had gotten away
When it tapped me on the back

It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!

. . .


Everybody's right
Everything I've done is wrong
You know I've tried to keep it short
I know it took too fucking long
Too much has been said
You think it fucked my head?

Think again

Ignorance, it set your standards
Intelligence, that don't work in your brain
You're an adult, so you act like a child
Don't even try to explain
This stupid shit, it's been done
You think you're the only one?

Think again

A hand to your mouth
A performing yawn
I guess you know
What the fuck is going on
You're on top
You're on the ball
You think you've seen it all?

Think again

Before you take another crack
And slap yourself on the back
Before you tell me what you heard
And sum it up in one word
Before you start talking shit
Before you throw another fit

Think again

. . .


I want to tell you a little story
'Cause it makes me warm inside
It's about some friends growing up
And all the things they tried
I'm not talking about staple shit
They went for something more
I guess it was too much dreaming
Too much to hope for
One day something funny happened
But it scared the shit out of me
Their heads went in different directions
And their friendship ceased to be

I'm telling you I want it to work
I dont' like being hurt
Something's not right inside
And I can't always put it aside
What can we do, what can we do?

Try

I guess I make too much shit
Someday we'll look back and laugh

Mr. Present, go away
Come back and fuck with us some other day
Mr. Feelings, run and hide
You have no right to what you feel inside
Motherfuckers, quick to kiss
Talk your shit, but don't fuck with this
All I want to know is
Am I holding on? Am I moving on?
What can we do, what can we do?

Try

. . .


Life's not been good for you
It's just not fair
You did nothing to deserve it
You did nothing at all
Sit back and watch
It turns from bad to worse
No matter how loud you cry
It always Hurts

Boy I'm glad I'm not in your shoes

How could things
Get any worse for you?
You're so fucking alone
How could things
Get any worse for you?
I don't blame you
When you piss and moan

Everybody gets
What you should've got
Everybody takes
Your opporatunities
Everybody gets
The breaks that belonged to you
Everybody takes
Your jusy desserts

Life's not been good for you
It's just not fair
I've got some news for you
Nothing is fair
I wish there was a way
To make it all better
I pray for a way
To make you happy
'Cause I'm sick and I'm tired
Of your whining, complaining, bitching and moaning.

Boo-fucking-hoo!

. . .


So you hate me
That's the way it goes
What the fuck?
I guess I'll never know
If it makes you feel better,
Then I guess it's just as good
You know I'll never accept it,
'Cause I never thought you could

Sit in the same room
We look the other way
Fuck conversation
We've got nothing to say
I'm sure we both hate to be ignored
Haven't we met someplace before?

What's the problem?
Is it justified?
Or are we dealing
With our fucking pride?
Do you really want to leave it alone?
I don't know what it's worth to you,
It's all I fucking own

Sit in the same room
We look the other way
Fuck conversation
We've got nothing to say
I'm sure we both hate to be ignored
Haven't we met someplace before?

Haven't we met before?

. . .


There are no words
For what I want to say
No description
For what I feel
It's a non-emotion
It's something gray
Way down
Inside of me

You could call it anger
You could call it fear
You could call it frustration
That's as close as you'll get

Now I'm waiting
For security
There's something racing
Inside of me
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
For a sign
Waiting for something
Got nothing but time

You could call it anger
You could call it fear
You could call it frustration
That's as close as you'll get

And you could call it anger
You could call it fear
You could call it frustration
And you'd still be wrong.

And why not?

I said I'm waiting
Waiting for a sign
Just me and my little friend
He's deep inside

. . .


(I) Don't smoke
Don't drink
Don't fuck
At least I can fucking think

I can't keep up,
Can't keep up
Can't keep up
Out of step with the world

(I) Don't smoke
Don't drink
Don't fuck
At least I can fucking think

I can't keep up,
Can't keep up
Can't keep up
Out of step with the world

I can't keep up,
Can't keep up
Can't keep up
Out of step with the world

. . .


How do you do, I don't figure we've met
My name is Ian, and I'm from Minor Threat
You know I tell them, usually, to be at their best
Catch me in town after every set

(Yeah, yeah)

We don't care
We don't pose
We'll steal your money
We'll steal your shows

I've got some money, and I'm feeling fine
A couple of dollars, everything in time
Well you know, I'm gonna be all right
With the money I'm making off of YOU tonight

(Sucker!)

We don't care
We don't pose
We'll steal your money
We'll steal your shows

(You know something?)

The trouble with money, is that I want more
So let's, let's raise the price at the door
How much tonight, three dollars or four?
You know we'll make a million when we go on tour

(Yeah, that's the way I've been thinking about it)

We don't care
We don't pose
We'll steal your money
We'll steal your shows

(You know that's the way it is, man, it's dog-eat-dog, ha ha!)

I'm taking a walk on the yellow brick road
I only walk where the bricks are made of gold
My mind and body are the only things I've sold
I need a little money 'cause I'm getting old

(Well, that's the way it goes, isn't it? Yeah!)

We don't care
We don't pose
We'll steal your money
We'll steal your shows

Yeah, you don't care and we don't pose
We'll steal your money,
we'll steal your shows
That's the way it is in this world...right?
Ain't that right?
Boy, you had us pegged all along...damn!

There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
So where am I?

There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
So where am I?

There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
So where am I?

There's no place like home, right?
There's no place like home
So where am I?

There's no place like home
There's no place like home
So where am I?

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