Testi:
Knuckle Sandwich

Don't wanna hear it Don't wanna hear it Don't wanna hear it No no no no! We had enough We can see If you had listened You might have had one more chance

me up (C'mon) Nancy bring me round (C'mon) A knuckle sandwich knocked me down, down, down (C'mon) Nancy picked me up (C'mon) From a left to right (C'mon) A knuckle sandwich

That's right, I'm talkin' to you C'mon feel the juice Weakening your knees Help us spread our disease Don't you know that you can't stop rock 'n' roll

Safety pinned patches of anarchy, tattoos of unity can you see the irony of it all? Hey there Mr. President even though I'm not your biggest fan, this

Johnny worked two jobs He never missed a day His family never saw him They tried to come home on his break Too much weight strapped to his back He had

This one goes out to our hometown and to all the knuckleheads who help us out. To those who spread the word and helped build our scene, and those who

Selling your dignity for a song, you're emotional velcro that keeps clinging on. I can't supress this voice inside of me. Don't expect a piggy back ride

They need more green to fill in the holes of democracy. I need relief, they blame it all on the economy. Our country was cruising, we were doing great

I know I said I'd call you up tomorrow. That didn't mean to sit home by the phone. You gotta give the girl credit she's fucking hardcore, she's banging