of Bud, the king of beers [Chorus:] Punk rock party in the great outdoors Lots of beer & drugs & whores Nothing could be more hard-core Than camping with the Quincy Punx
Sitting in the backseat of a stolen car Wondering if we're gonna get very far Pocket full of bullets for the gun in my hand Nothing to lose 'cause
im so fucking sick of you!!!!! [repeat]
I've got a customized hearse with razor edged fins A fifty-seven Caddilac thats blacker than sin It's got a four-fifty-four and spikes on the grill
A life of crimes not easy, sometimes you need some help Someone to share the risks with, and to help you spend the wealth Some one to run the shredder
boot party on your head, kick and stomp, until your dead, you just messed with the wrong bunch of punx, thought we were just a bunch of stupid drunx
Mr. Brady in a martial spat killed Mrs. Brady with a baseball bat now in prison his debt will be paid he left six kids with a drug addicted maid,
Drank a twelve pack and smoked six bowls Now it's starting to takes its toll Can't hold it in for too long You're gonna do the technicolor yawn
theres a party house i know of and its far outside of town a den of vice and sickness, of infamy and renown Its a million dollar mansion with graffitti
Ya get to the party and yell out, "Who's got the cups?" You're on a mission, a mission to get fucked up. Ya baby-sit the keg until It's spittin
well you say its always darkest just before it turns pitch black if you ever had a good time you'd probably have a heart attack you've only got
My life is such a fucking bore I laugh so hard I'm gonna choke I think I'm gonna end it all By shooting up a shopping mall I'll go out in a blaze
believe it or not i wan't always this fucking cool i used to get a lot of shit when i was back in school but one day i turned the tables on all those
of beer, some guns and a deck of cards Just me and the band a couple girls with big tits We're having a party on the eve of the apocalypse The Punx
throw a ten pound box of roofing nails onto Hwy. 94 got nothing better to do than watch the cars crash cause my lifes a bore chainsaw down some
Rush Limbaugh don't know shit about, "The Way Things Ought To Be" Let's over throw the government, leave everything to me I've got a plan, yea
Sitting in my room and I find I'm outa smokes. All my money went to beer so now I'm fucking broke Need a drag of something so I'm digging through
[Chorus:] Let's nuke nuke nuke nuke nuke Seatle It'll be a vicious bloody battle Let's nuke nuke nuke nuke nuke Seatle We'll slaughter em like a