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Depression Is No Fun
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I Don't Love You Anymore
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493 Ruth
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Jobs Schmobs
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Unlimited Breadsticks, Soup and Salad Days
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No Rest for the Whiny
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25 Hour Goddamn Telethon
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Bike Test 1 2 3
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Side Projects Are Never Successful
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Pizza Claus Is Comin' to Town
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The Last Party (Foul)
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Get Warmer
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Never Trust a Man Without A Horribly Embarrassing Secret
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Even Winning Feels Bad
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Old and Unprofessional
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Blow Your Brains Out on Live TV!!!
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Syke! Life Is AWESOME!
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Congratulations, John, on Joining Every Time I Die
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I'm a Panic Bomb, Baby!
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Big Plans of Sleeping In
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Stand There Until You're Sober
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Does Your Face Hurt? No? 'cause It's Killing Me!!!
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Stuff That I Like
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Ready... Set... No!!!
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My Response to an Article in Alternative Press
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Everybody That You Love
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5 Funerals
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Happy Anterrabae Day!!!
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Showerbeers!
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Sweet Home Cananada
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Future 86
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Dude, Get With the Program
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Vocal Coach
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All Alone in My Big Empty Apartment
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Campaign for a Better Next Weekend
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Funcoland vs. The Southern Electorate
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It Ceases to Be "Whining" If You're Still "Shitting Blood"
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It Shits!!!
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It's Official! We're Booorrrrrriiiiing!!!
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Cold Chillin' Cold Chillin'
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25!
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King of Minneapolis Pts. I & II
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Fresh Attitude, Young Body
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Wednesday Night Drinkball
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Sorry, Brooklyn. Dancing Won't Solve Anything.
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Saddr Weirdr
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Grudge Report
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"FRRRREEEEE BIIIIIIIRRRRD!!!!!! FRRRRREEEEEEEEE BIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRDDDDD!!!!!!!"
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Bomb the Music Industry! (and Action Action) (and Refused) (and Born Against) Are Fucking Dead.
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(Shut) Up the Punx!!!
It was a hot June day, and my ass was sticking to the seat of my girlfriend's car.
Staten Island traffic in the summer, baby.
And when you stuff yourself into a suit and tie do you think the judge can see through the sweat as he gives you your fine for a post-panic attack speeding ticket on a 90 degree day in New York. And yeah, you're gonna drive home for three hours to work in a basement for tribute bands making posters to pay about a fifth of that price. It's just Staten Island traffic in the summer. Oh!
That orange ball.
That burning orb of fire in the sky is gonna explode and we're all gonna die!
Except for the foolish few who will quote unquote think ahead and drive their SUV's to their bomb shelters
Complain about air conditioning because "baby, we ain't got no more electricity."
They wanna rise when it's done, be a leader with a gun.
Be a leader of what? Like a hundred and one?
Well, fuck it, I'm gonna hang out on the rooftop when it comes.
'Cause when it's dark, it'll be night time, baby.
And I'll get my ass on up out of this mess.
The only stores that are open, baby.
They gonna sell beer, and they're gonna sell ice cream.
And we'll drink drink drink and get drunk drunk drunk
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