NOFX - So Long and Thanks for All the Shoes Album Lyrics

Indiscriminate I'd rather be elite
I'll choose my own shit scene
Unsubstantiated rumors flown are true
I'm here for me not you

Nonconglumurate I mean what I say
I'm not your f*cking scape
Goat apparently I've alienated some
It seems my job's half done

You'll never understand it
Try to buy and brand it
I win, you lose, cause it's my job
To keep punk rock elite

This music ain't your f*ckin' industry

Everybody needs some time away
Just stuck in the k-hole again
An 18 hour holiday
Just stuck in the k-hole again, just once again

Mrs. Kitty Ketamine your perseverance may
Outlast my ambition to go home
Infatuation with your dark side I obey
Forbidden pleasures, I have grown to loathe/love

Somewhere between some eden and north utopia
Somewhere beneath the astral plain
I've taken residence on sybaritic soil
You won't be seeing me again
You won't be seeing me again

Dropping crumbs and flying thumbs
Won't help me get back home
The home is where the heart is, I've been told
Cause I promised my heart to her
She cooked it medium well
Then proceeded to swallow it whole

It may sound good to you
It may sound oh so wrong
(So f*cking wrong)
Just stuck in the k-hole again
Winter's broken, summer's gone
Just stuck in the k-hole again
Just once again

I wanna see the constitution burn
Wanna watch the white house overturn
Wanna witness some blue blood bleed red

I wanna tar and lynch the KKK
I wanna pull and shoot the NRA
Yeah yeah yeah...

Murder the government, Murder the government
Murder the government, And then do it again yeah
Murder the government, Murder the government
Murder the government, and then
Murder the government

I take her to the aquarium, she says shark
I take her to the planetarium, she says dark
I take her to the seaside
Where she likes to spin and twirl
She says sure and cool and yeah
She's my monosyllabic girl

I take her to the university, she says huh
I take her to an anniversary, she says one
I take her to jewelry store
I say diamonds, she says pearl
Oh everyone knows I'm in love
With a monosyllabic girl

You know everyone knows I'm in love
With a monosyllabic girl

It's so easy to defend the Status Quo
with everyone so cool and cynical
But when you see the end don't justify the means
It's just that 180 degrees

The great thing about bein' a human
The ability to reason
But reasoning don't work when no one cares
2 parts apathy, one part despair

Guess what, this might come as a surprise
I'll no longer roll my eyes
A change of heart to let the conscience breath
One quick twist, just 180 degrees

Yeah, I now know the right thing to do
Yeah, anti tradition tried and true
Yeah, a world where wrong has right of way
Yeah, f*ck that world, f*ck that heirarchy

Go ahead, work, waste your life away
F*ck that world, go f*ck that right away

Billy Cobin lost it all
We knew he would eventually
Some wonders why he took the fall
Others just ask who the hell is he
And why should we care for him?

A baggy man with baggy clothes
A face made of paper mache
He lost his humor years ago
Along with his molars
His head planted beneath his shoulders

Kill the pain, integrity don't keep you warm and sane
Don't throw me out with the bath water
Don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me

Billy Cobin had a time, Billy Cobin had a place
Following his fifteen minute climb
Billy took a seven second leap a cannonball
Plunge off the deep

I'm not insane, I'm not bummed out
I got no one to blame, nothing to change
I got no evil to fight

One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst
Society don't bother me
And there's something wrong with that

So I'm off to Pakistan, learn the laws of Islam
Fundamentalism, forget that rock 'n' roll
No cigarette, no drink, in fact
It's difficult to think about getting laid
When you don't even get to see her face
I'm not insane

I'm not insane, I'm not liquored up
I got nothing to do, nothing to lose
I got no place to call home

One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst
Society don't bother me,
There's something wrong with that

Next stop Mongolia
Don't get to golf or f*ck or bowl with ya
Throw out that handicap
No stepping out, till spring, in fact it's
Difficult to sing when it's 20 below
And that's during the day
I'm not insane
I'm not insane
I'm not insane

You better watch out, you better not cry (someone's watching)
You better put out records D.I.Y. (punk rock cops)
Cause it's not what you've done, it's what you've been
If you f*ck up, I'm telling Tim

Take you out of Book Your Own Life part six (I don't count that)
You won't play again at ABC (I couldn't care)
You're gonna get ostracized like Lawrence
When I tell Tim, I'm telling Tim
I'm telling Tim, I'm telling Tim

Deux, trois, quatre

Je me baladais sur l'avenue le coeur heureux à l'inconnu
J'avais envie de dire bonjour à n'importe qui
N'importe qui se fut toi, je t'ai dit n'importe quoi
Il suffisait de te parler pour aprivoiser

Aux Champs-Élysée
Aux Champs-Élysée
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysée

Tu m'as dit j'ai rendez vous dans un sous-sol avec des fous
Qui vivent la guitare à la main du soir au matin
Alors je t'ai accompagnée, allons chanter, allons danser
Et on n'a même pas penser à s'embrasser

Aux Champs-Élysée
Aux Champs-Élysée
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysée

Aux Champs-Élysée
Aux Champs-Élysée
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysée

Don't believe a word your grandfather says
He's been classified grade a psychotic
You can see it from the hole in his head
A saner man would have used a bigger gun

Degeneration ah ah ah ah
The lunatic clause was written for you

The story spoken is a story unheard
By you so listen cause it's unbelievable
A certain trait has passed while while centuries turned
This faulty gene has been a family heirloom

No simple way to tell you son
We share the same red tainted blood
I'm gonna kill me, you're gonna kill you
Killing you

Don't believe a word your grandfather says
Don't believe a word your grandfather says
Don't believe a word your grandfather says
He's a psychotic, grade a psychotic

Degeneration ah ah ah ah
The lunatic clause was written for you

"Kill the rockstars" how ironic, Kathleen
You've been crowned the newest queen
Kinda like the punk rock Gloria Steinham
You can't change the world by blaming men
Can't change the world by hating men

Just cause I don't know the reason You're so pissed
Don't dare tag me mysoginist
I thought the goal here was mutual respect
Not constructing a separate sect
I wish I could have seen Courtney
Demonstrate some real mysoginy
Can't change the world by hating men

Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe

Because there's never gonna be enough space
So eat the meek, savour the taste
It's always gonna be a delicacy
Lick your chops and eat the meek

Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe

The factory mass producing fear, bottled,
Capped, distributed near and far
Sold for a reasonable price
And the people, they love it, they feed it
Brush with it, bathe with it, breathe it
Inject it direct to the blood
It seems to be replacing love

Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe

Because there's always gonna be token truth
Forgotten code discarded youth (discarded youth)
You know there's always gonna be pedigree
One own the air one pay to breathe

Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe

Trip down the stairs into hell
Cathay de I miss your smell
A mixture of puke, beer, stale piss
F*ck, sweat, and fear
Adrenaline addicted, the blood leak
From my head kinda concerned my friends
But at the time it felt so right
The music blaring on, now that desperation's gone
(The song is same) The desperation's gone

Turn, tune the knob k-go
Some alternal radio
Strategic marketing hype, media, stereotype
Has our music been castrated? Yes
To you it may sound good
To me it sounds all wrong
The notes and chords sound similar
The same forbidden beat, but
The desperation's gone (the song's the same)
But the desperation's gone

(Instrumental)

It's funny how nothing seems much fun
Anymore to me now that I quit the drink
'Cause soberness, it might be what I need
But, it's certainly not how I wanna be

Cause nothing seems much fun anymore to me

Consequence never had any time to think
About what shoulda, coulda, happened to me
See common sense
My parents said I never had any
But now look whose got the dough

Cause nothing seems much fun anymore to me

Don't feel like goin' out
Nothing worth singin' about
Missin' the alcohol
No longer born to lose
Put away my party shoes
Missin' the alcohol
Without tonic and gin
Without two vicodin

Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun

Blast oxygen masks, smoke filled cabin
Depressurize, don't be afraid, hold onto me
We're goin down, but not our love

Death don't seem so bad, when I'm with you
My only love, so close your eyes
Kiss me one last time,
We're gonna die, but not our love, not our love