*** Asbury Park ***

There's a place I know that makes
your blood run cold,
3rd and Bond where the rocks are sold,
There the welfare mothers work
forgotten streets,
Broken glass underneath kids feets,
Hear the pitbulls growl at the dirty
old gals,
Rotted teeth and breath that's foul,
Where the mighty Breed ride their
iron steeds,
On the prowl searching for C.D.

*** Beyond Recognition ***

There's no face, there's no name
Stalks the shadows as night falls slowly
Sick twisted fame in the making
Gonna slash you up beyond recognition, baby!
Now feel his hands as they muffle your screams
Frozen stiff where you stand
Faceless man, violent torture
Feel his breath on yer neck
and the knife in his hands
Feel the blade deep inside
Pulls it out then across your throat slowly
Your flesh opens wide........ crimson raining
As he slashes you beyond recognition, baby!
Slow, bleeding fast
Rips your fuckin heart out
Hear no sound as he laughs that is
Life is taken, then dissappears into he darkness
with your blood on his hands

*** Big Slices ***

There's a big show tonight so fire up them scooters,
Meet up with the boys and drink some corner store brew.
A clink of the bottles, quick down the hatch,
Hurry up boys, we got a show to catch.

Listen up all you Rudeboys and Skinhead youth,
There's a big show tonight, you better iron them suits.
Pick out a nice tie and polish those boots
For the big show tonight.

*** Brother Vs. Brother ***

Now who is it you're fooling? (Only yourself)
And what is it you're after? (Is it power, is it wealth?)
And where do it lead to? (You're own self destruction)
And when will it end?
Brother vs. Brother, friend against friend
Brother vs. Brother, friend against friend

*** Channel 7 ***

Red laces, white braces,
On daytime talk shows, evening news
and public places.
When you're in numbers you've got so much to say,
Always hate on your faces, want to hurt other races.
That ain't skinhead.
Hey new-jack boot, stop preaching "White Power",
If you want to be skinhead you better learn your roots.
'Cause you're no skinhead, you little faker.
When you're alone, in your mom & pops home,
Nazi flag over your bed, wishing us dead,
That ain't skinhead.
Listen up all you Rudeboys & Skinhead youth,
There's a big show tonight, you better iron them suits.
Pick out a nice tie and polish those boots,
For the big show tonight.
There's a big show tonight so fire up them scooters,
Meet up with the boys and drink some corner store brew.
A clink of the bottles, quick down the hatch,
Hurry up, boys, we got a show to catch.
Listen up all you Rudeboys & Skinhead youth,
There's a big show tonight, you better iron them suits.
Pick out a nice tie and polish those boots,
For the big show tonight

*** Hub City Stompers ***

Do you remember the nights of '94?
4 and 20 skinheads stomping thru your door.
Our house 67 Welton Street.
Our house, kicked the walls in with our feet.
How do we gain our redemption
In this ice cold town of pretension?
How do we shake the blame
When everybody knows our name?
H.C.S.! H.C.S.! Hub City's gonna put us to the test!
H.C.S.! H.C.S.! We're having a Boot Party, and you are our guest!
Midnight groping parties in the skinny dipping pool.
40 ouncin', mattress bouncin', breaking all the rules.
Crash the frat party and rule as a minority.
Then steal their girlfriends back to the sorority.
Why is my fist a chin rest
In this hot-bed town of incest?
Prepare for the walk of shame.
You've fallen right into their game.
H.C.S.! H.C.S.! Hub City's gonna put us to the test!
H.C.S.! H.C.S.! We're having a Boot Party, and you are our guest!
Walking down the boulevard the fingers point our way.
The staring and the glaring, just another Brunswick day.
Exist in peace or friction, we'll always be aware.
Talk in fact or fiction, we don't even care.
Who put us on the catwalk
In this rumor-mill town of trash talk?
More winds to fan the flame.
It's always gonna be the same. Groping in the pool, chasing the moon

*** Junior Guzzler ***

Boots and Braces, Stars and Stripes
Stompin' on all through the night.
Skingirls in their short plaid skirts,
Fishnet Stockings, Fred Perry Shirts,
Biggest Dummies in the place.
Going Windmill style better guard
your face.
Slip and fall to the floor
Hop back up and dance some more.

OH JUNIOR GUZZLE ALL NIGHT
OH JUNIOR GUZZLE ALL NIGHT

Small man, big mouth, eyes of pie,
Looking for a fight with the
biggest guy.
Just 16, acts like 8,
Drinks at least 3 times his weight,
Guzzles down but never fills,
Beer goggles on, goes for the kill.
300-pounder in his sights
Looks just like Kate moss tonight.

OH JUNIOR GUZZLE ALL NIGHT
OH JUNIOR GUZZLE ALL NIGHT

Then backstage girls flock to you
Sweet young fur, don't know what
to do
But you blow it and they escape,
At least you won't be jailed for rape.
Time to load out, you can't be found,
I sent someone to look around.
We're leaving now you fucking jerk,
Get in the van before I go beserk.

OH JUNIOR GUZZLE ALL NIGHT
OH JUNIOR GUZZLE ALL NIGHT

*** Molotov Cock Tale ***

Wake up buzzer sound, yawn, scratch my ass and take a pee.
Wake up buzzer sound, yawn, scratch my ass and take a pee.
My penis it burns, could I have an std?
Wake up buzzer sound, yawn, scratch my ass and take a pee.

Drip and burn, itch and scratch.
Shacked up with that tramp now what'd I catch?
Drip and burn, itch and scratch.
How was I to know I'd caught bad snatch?

As I stand by holding, shaking, oozing, pussing, it just can't be.
As I stand by holding, shaking, oozing, burning, it just can't be.
Wacked rock-smoking bitch, what has she done to me?
As I stand by holding, shaking, oozing, pussing, it just can't be.

Fire burn, evil seed.
What microscopic demon breed.
Fire burn, evil seed.
God, this is all I need.

Take ear all you young bucks, better slap a wrap on your jimmy.
Take ear all you young bucks, better slap a wrap on your jimmy.
Don't throw it all away for some punanny.
Take ear all you young bucks, better slap a wrap on your jimmy.

Penance paid with ghastly fee.
Too cheap to buy a pack of three.
Penance paid with ghastly fee.
Hard lesson learned by me.

*** Popeye ***

Popeye! Pick it up!
Olive Oi! Pick it up!
Swee'Pea! Pick it up!

Brutus! Pick it up!
Wimpy! Pick it up!
Sea Hag! Pick it up!

Stand back, y'all, let us finish!
As we chill out with a keg of Guinness, Oi!

Pappy! Pick it up!
Alice the Goon! Pick it up!
Iyam wut Iyam! That's all that I am!
Ha! Ha! Ha!

*** Purgatory ***

One night the street found another beatdown
shielded from the day.
In this concrete town they brought their feet down
predator on prey.
A repeat of a vicious cycle,
Fallen Angel verse St. Michael,
and no one knows what side they fight for
Apocalypse at play.

*** Quick Work ***

Let the mud flow, into the forms it goes, yellow rubber boots.
Grab the come along, jitter bug, hoe, mud sliding down the shoot.
A strong trap rock mix, but it could use a little water.
Pull that screen board son, concrete is quick work.
Mother mary, she provides, us cover from the son.
We pray for overcasting skys, keeps mud from drying fast.
Please let our minds think, our eyes see, our hand feel.
Hey take a break later, concrete is quick work son.

*** Regret ***

Sitting at home, the telephone rings.
Old girl of mine looking to spend some time.
Now my girlfriend's away, I can't see no harm.
A couple of drinks and some talk of old times.
When the cat's away the mice will play.
We had such good time, a bottle of wine,
with some old friends of mine.
Then the next thing I knew, we were alone together.
We dimmed the lights, our bodies entwined.
When the cat's away the mice will play.
Then a knock on my door, a spill of some wine.
I answer the door, and what do I find?
My girlfriend staring at me, boy, what a surprise!
Woman in my bed, holding a glass of wine.
When the cat's away the mice will play.
To make a long story show could I this, in a calm sort of voice.
And then without an answer, I mean, what could I say?,
I just closed the door and that was goodbye...
When the cat's away the mice will play.

*** Regret II ***

Why are you here at the drop of my dime?
You know you'll never be the same.
How come tonight it don't feel like a crime?
Have you forgotten what's-his-name?
Your conscience kicks in right after the fact.
a cold wind to snuff out the flame.
Was it what I had or just what you lacked?

Who do you see in the pillow that you clutch?
Once he was your wings and now he is your crutch!

Can't take the fall you best deflect the blame.
You can't deny you did the deed.
Your shiny halo rusted by your shame.
You can't defy your natural greed.I'm not the one to fit into your frame
Or a source of drama off which you feed.
I'm not the one to play your twisted game.

Rubbed in his face but he doesn't have a clue.
Rubbed in his face but he puts his faith in you.

So you got a boyfriend?
But he isn't my friend!
Or anybody else's friend.
You lived for the means, you didn't think about the end.

A change of mind or jsut a change of heart?
So now I'm not your cup of tea?
Is that the guilt tearing you apart,
Or have you had enough of me?
A shallow heart deserves a shallow grave.
Expose the shame for all to see.

*** See Ya! ***

You have to go, I wish youd stay, but you must go.
You have to go, it1s better that way, as we both know.
Our lives have changed, that's how things go,
the future awaits as we both know.
I know you love me, I'll miss you so,
I wish you'd stay but you must go.

So long for now.
So long forever.
We'll meet again, my dear,
Whatever. . .

*** Sharky 17 ***

Short crop mutton chop cut so clean.
Pasta makin' paysan, Olive Garden green.
Stompin' feet, we call him "meat", and you know what I mean.
What's his name? SHARKY 17! Oi!
Boot to the pedal, speeding Route 18.
Stops at Taco Bell, fills up on some beans.
Gas ass, working class, stinking up his jeans.
What do we call him? SHARKY 17! Oi!
Doesn't choose a poison, keeps his senses clean.
And if you want to fuck with him there's gonna be scene.
He'll stomp your face to blood red paste, and I won't intervene.
Feel the bratty wrath of SHARKY 17! Oi!

*** Skoochie's Ruin ***

5 minutes to showtime a gap in the horns,
I just saw him this last hour, I could have sworn.
Where the hell'd he get that that crazed, dodgy oaf?
Is he tuning his toot? Is he pinching a loaf?
Stomp into the back room and what do I see
but a pile of shark skin and flesh before me.
Reeking of a combo of Night Train and Gin
and then up peers a face with a sick drunken grin.

Oh what a sorry sight [he's ruined, he don't know what he's doin]
Will Skoochie be all right?

Stumbles to the stage with his eyes all aglaze,
30 sheets to the wind with his head in a haze
Strips down to his trousers and rips through a set
24 hours later he'll probably forget.
Minutes after showtime again dissappears
So I run to the back room to hide all the beers
See him in a phone booth out cold makin Z's,
Tonor saz at his feet, vomit up to his knees.

How the hell did he play? [he's ruined, he don't know what he's doin]
Well he wake the next day?

(chorus)
Blank memory, pounding head,
cotton in his mouth and a monster in his bed,
Praying to the porcelain God,
and wishing he was dead: SKOOCHIES RUIN!

Comes to the next morning wiht a low, painful groan
Takes a glance to his side and questions in fright
"Who's this lump in my bed? What did I do last night?"
Streaks into the bathroom, anxiety high,
"When'd I tatoo my ass? How'd I get that black eye?"
Drinking to oblivion can be such a bite.
He's learned his lesson at least 'till next Friday night.

Oh what a sorry sight [he's ruined, he don't know what he's doin]
Will Skoochie be all right?

(chorus)

*** Sleeping With The Enemy ***

You call yourself my friend?
How can you look me in the face?
You think we still have something?
Well it's not there, it's gone to waste.
You lie beside what I'm against.
You're on their side of the fence.
And act like there's no difference.
Well that is not the case.

You're just a slag, you're just a traitor.
A spineless scum a mindless hater.
Don't come around here no more.
We don't like your kind you Nazi baller.

You call yourself a SKINHEAD?
How can you say it with a straight face?
Why are you in this mess?
I guess our style was not your pace.
The times I came to your defense.
you're not the same and you make no sense.
Well do you share the sentiments
Of the so called "master race"?

You're just a slag, you're just a traitor.
A spineless scum a mindless hater.
Don't come around here no more.
We don't like your kind you Nazi baller.

You call yourself my friend?
How can you look me in the face?
You think we still have something?
Well it's not there, it's gone to waste.
'Cause every night you lay in bed
With those who wish that I was dead.
I've heard of friends who've been misled,
And now I've got a taste...... YOU LITTLE SLUT!!

You're just a slag, you're just a traitor. (SLAG!) (TRAITOR!)
A spineless scum a mindless hater. (SCUM!) (HATER!)
Don't come around here no more. (DON'T YOU EVEN BOTHER!)
We don't like your kind you Nazi baller. (YOU LITTLE NAZI BITCH!)

*** Spyfront ***

Sneakin' up!
Wouldn't it be chilly with no skin on?

*** Stiff Proposition ***

Well hello
Whats your name?
Are you here alone?
Are you lonely?
This is a game
That we're playin
'Cause you know I've got a stiff proposition baby
Now
Take my hand
As I lead you out to the waiting van
Feel my hands
As they wander
Under your skirt
While you fondle the bulge in my pants

Now come on
Don't be shy
Take my zipper down and blow me
Your eyes open wide
Mouth is gaping
As you suckle on my stiff proposition baby
Ohhhh make it last
Now take up that skirt
And show me your ass
Good Lord
Take it all girl
Now get ready
For my sweet creamy blast