Quincy Punx - High impact camping

Tekst :

Load the Beerbuster in the truck
We re going camping don t give a fuck
About the wildlife or the trees
Fuck the birds and fuck the bees
Got a chainsaw to blaze the trail
DDT to keep the bugs away
M-16 s for hunting deer
And a keg 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

Diesel generator in the camp
To run the stage lights and the amps
Plus bug zapper neon lights
And groupie sluts in fishnet tights
A gallon of gas to start the fire
It ll be some chipmunks funeral pyre
We ll shoot ones with our BB guns
And chop em up just for fun

[Repeat Chorus]

The campsites full of broken glass
If the rangers come we ll kick their ass
Our six-pack holders drown the ducks
But who really gives a fuck
At dawn we ve left a blackened crater
We re leaving now but we ll be back later
To add to the pile of beer soaked trash
And burn more trees down to ash

[Chorus 2]
Its a wasteland kind of scene
Tree-huggers think we re really mean
Nothing could be more obscene
Than camping with the Quincy Punx

Inne utwory

  • We are the drunks
  • Hate on
  • Fuck pc
  • Soldiers of foreskin
  • Part of the problem
  • Machine gun etiquette
  • Pig roast
  • Killer ratings
  • No brain no pain
  • Kill yourself
  • Mutants
  • The list
  • Crack lab
  • 5 State killing spree
  • Kamikaze
  • Heavy metal blackmass
  • Tour
  • Punker than you
  • Losowe utwory

    Solo me miro

    SOLO ME MIRO
    Y YO ENLOQUECI
    CUANDO YO LA VI
    ME ENAMORO (BIS)

    SUS PALABRAS ME HECHIZARON
    SU MIRADA ME ENVOLVIO
    AY, SU CARITA ME GUSTO
    ME ENAMORO
    CUANDO YO QUIERO BESARLA
    Y LEVANTA SU BOQUITA
    Y SU ALIENTO...

    Blues o zużytych butach

    Do domu kiedyś trafisz, nie będziesz zawsze szedł
    swój dom odnajdziesz kiedyś, nie będziesz zawsze szedł
    cztery ściany cztery krzesła, jeden stół i jeden piec

    Pustą drogą, nieskończenie można iść
    jedni mogą, inni muszą zawsze iść
    za zużytą parę butów, pięciu groszy nie da...

    Tv radio

    You incomplete me, you tune me into
    Whitewash, spoon-fed, brain dead, sloth
    I’d watch the paint dry before giving in
    Black out, Stupor, inferior, insignificant
    False stars above keep us sedated
    Satellite, astronaut, Spaceship, the government
    I’m overdosing on reality
    Don’t stop the feed, no don’t touch the feed

    Stained

    Right now
    There s a tearmark on my face
    And I know somehow
    You are to blame
    Everybody not just friends of mine
    can look at me and see
    I m not over you
    Like a scarlet woman with a sign
    For lonelyness

    Chorus:
    I was proud, such a fool
    And now I m comparing everyone to you
    It s a lie
    That...

    You shook me all night long

    He was a fast machine
    He kept his motor clean
    He was the best damn man I had ever seen
    He had the sightless eyes
    Telling me no lies
    Knockin me out with those American thighs

    [Anastacia]
    Taking more than he...