NOFX – Bottles To The Ground

Описание: © 2000 Epitaph
Tracklist:
01.Bottles To The Ground 00:00
02.Lower 02:23
03.My Name Is Bud 05:11
04.Dinosaurs Will Die 06:02
Lyrics:
"Bottles To The Ground"
You know it (know it, know it)
When it's over (over, over)
Doors are closing (closing, closing)
Feel the sober (sober, sober)
Staring at you (at you, at you)
You know you'd better take one last good look

One more round then it's bottles to the ground
Smashing of the glass what a supersonic sound
Gotta pull the plug when it's time to die
A wo-o wo-o wo-o
Bottles to the ground

Theres a suitcase (suitcase, suitcase)
On the sidewalk (sidewalk, sidewalk)
Theres some records (records, records)
In a milkcrate (milkcrate, milkcrate)
She'll be staying (staying, staying)
You'll be throwing whiskeys over one lip

One more round then it's bottles to the ground
Smashing of the glass an imperfect perfect sound
We gotta pay the piper when the rats are gone
A wo-o wo-o wo-o
Bottles to the ground

One more round then it's bottles to the ground
One more round then it's bottles to the ground
... (you get the idea) ...

One more round then it's bottles to the ground

"Lower"

I will never feel the ribbon break
I will never taste sweet victory
I don't want to leave the rest behind
I don't want inscription on a plaque

Never first or second place
I won't ever run your rat race
I will always be lower than you
I won't be your competition, lowest
Totem pole possition is where I'd rather
Stay than be like you.

I don't feel the animal instinct
I am not on the top of the food chain
The only battle I will fiercely fight
Is one that hibernates inside my head

Be the best, climb the ladder
Do it better, higher, faster
I refuse to participate
If I go up it will be slow
Im bringing everyone I know
Stopping on the sixth or seventh rung

On a pedestal, isn't the view great
You better watch your step, cause it's nasty fall
When there's no one to catch you when you call.

"My Name Is Bud"

They're always doing fry
Trying to get me high
I felt the pressure, but I never did
They used to call me dude
Put it in my food
I had the munchies when I was a kid (go!)

My dad was something else
?
Took my squirt gun and made it a bong
My teacher smelled my clothes
They think I'm one of those
My mom's Alice B. Toklas, my dad's Tommy Chong

My sister's name
Is Mary-Jane
And mine's Bud
Mine's Bud


"Dinosaurs Will Die"

(This is not a test of the Emergency Broadcast System. This is the real thing)

Kick back watch it crumble
See the drowning, watch the fall
I feel just terrible about it
That's sarcasm, let it burn

I'm gonna make a toast when it falls apart
I'm gonna raise my glass above my heart
Then someone shouts "That's what they get!"

For all the years of hit and run
For all the piss broke bands on VH1
Where did all, their money go?
Don't we all know

Parasitic music industry
As it destroys itself
We'll show them how it's supposed to be

Music written from devotion
Not ambition, not for fame
Zero people are exploited
There are no tricks, up our sleeve

Gonna fight against the mass appeal
We're gonna kill the 7 record deal
Make records that have more than one good song
The dinosaurs will slowly die
And I do believe no one will cry
I'm just fucking glad I'm gonna be
There to watch the fall

Prehistoric music industry
Three feet in la brea tar
Extinction never felt so good

If you think anyone would feel badly
You are sadly, mistaken
The time has come for evolution
Fuck collusion, kill the five

Whatever happened to the handshake?
Whatever happened to deals no-one would break?
What happened to integrity?
It's still there it always was
For playing music just because
A million reasons why

(All) dinosaurs will die
(All) dinosaurs will die
(All) dinosaurs will die