Punker Plus Songtext
Backstage, everybody wants a piece of JD
Kathleen's on the phone and I got to go get paid
See, promoter's making small talk,
He says we knocked his socks off
Cinna-mint, inter-net, cinnamon and butter-buns!
Who's got the keys? Oh!
Look, man, we just got to get some sleep
Kathleen's on the phone and I got to go get paid
See, promoter's making small talk,
He says we knocked his socks off
Cinna-mint, inter-net, cinnamon and butter-buns!
Who's got the keys? Oh!
Look, man, we just got to get some sleep
He says, "do you guys need a place to stay?"
No, no thanks, just point us at the highway.
She said, she likes it better when we're angry
"Sing that song again that makes me think you're gonna spank me!"
Head on my jacket like a pillow in the van
When I close my eyes I'm in a cross-town cab
Hey, who wants to party?
Those girls outside just asked me
Check out's late and they seem cool, so
Oh ok, ok, ok
Hey we want a universal healthcare deal
And we want Kissinger on trial for real
We got a right wing king making third world war
Assholes, oil-guys!
How many shows 'til we're back in New York?
Killer's got us packed up, coffee in a travel mug
Thinks she got the mix all right, says she wants to drive tonight
The power amp we call the "pamp"
The S-2000, we call it the "samp"
The MPC’s do not come on tour
They used to, back when we were hardcore
Hey these girls say that this town sucks!
They just wanna know if they can come with us
Hey, who wants to party?
Those girls outside just asked me
Check out's late and they seem cool, so
Oh, ok, ok, ok . . .
No, no thanks, just point us at the highway.
She said, she likes it better when we're angry
"Sing that song again that makes me think you're gonna spank me!"
Head on my jacket like a pillow in the van
When I close my eyes I'm in a cross-town cab
Hey, who wants to party?
Those girls outside just asked me
Check out's late and they seem cool, so
Oh ok, ok, ok
Hey we want a universal healthcare deal
And we want Kissinger on trial for real
We got a right wing king making third world war
Assholes, oil-guys!
How many shows 'til we're back in New York?
Killer's got us packed up, coffee in a travel mug
Thinks she got the mix all right, says she wants to drive tonight
The power amp we call the "pamp"
The S-2000, we call it the "samp"
The MPC’s do not come on tour
They used to, back when we were hardcore
Hey these girls say that this town sucks!
They just wanna know if they can come with us
Hey, who wants to party?
Those girls outside just asked me
Check out's late and they seem cool, so
Oh, ok, ok, ok . . .
ENCISO, JAIME
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