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Louie Louie, oh baby, me gotta go
Louie Louie, oh, me gotta go
Take a ship across the sea
she said, she doesn't love me
Well bitch, I don't wanna see you again
My guitars my only friend
Oh, Louie Louie, Oh baby, me gotta go
I broke a fucking string
But we're gonna keep playin
Louie Louie Louie Louie
Louie Louie Louie Louie, who
You don't even need to have fun
Well, you got the music and you got a gun
You can go back, go back home
I don't ever wanna see you again
Oh, Louie Louie, we gots to go
Louie Louie, me gotta go
Louie Louie Louie Louie
Louie Louie Louie Louie
Louie Louie Louie Louie
Louie Louie, me gotta go
Go you Motherfucker
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I was a teenage zombie!
What's Johnny doin out on a Tuesday night
Johnny can't read, Johnny can't write
Johnny just don't understand
And Johnny don't care about this world
Long as he can fuck his girl
and prove that he's a man
He wastes his days eatin ludes
Ya know, he's a real teenage vegetable
Gettin high proves that he's cool
Yeah, He hates to think he's ignorant
He's a mindless brain-washed pig
Ring a bell he'll start to drool
Degenerated degenerated
And your minds all vegetated
Degenerated degenerated
Yeah, your minds so constipated
He's got PCP and its in his veins
He's got a void in his brain
He's addicted to the T.V.
And when he grows old he's gonna have a son
both them grow up deaf and dumb
What's to become of young Johnny
Degenerated degenerated
And your minds all constipated
Degenerated degenerated
Yeah your minds so vegetated
Oh, Degenerated degenerated
Your mind, its so constipated
Degenerated degenerated
Your mind is all constipated
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Oh Mary
I got you in my pocket
Right next to all of the change and things
My heart is in your locket
Right next to all of the change and things
my heart is in your locket
Oh Mary
How could you do this to me
I'm sayin oh no you know
I'm a wicked man
Oh no you know
I'm a piece of trash
Break it down
Oh Mary
How could you do this to me
I said oh no you know
Im a stupid bastard
I said oh no you know
I'm a piece of trash sir
Oh Mary
I got you in my pocket
Oh no your hearts in my locket
I said you're deep in my pocket
Tell em something neat
Oh Mary
You're in my pocket
Oh no I'm a piece of shit
I said oh no
I'm a stupid son of a bitch
Tell em something
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BREAKOUT
Rivers of sorrow, diamonds in the rough
Everything you wanted, but it still ain't enough
Load it in the chamber, fire point blank
If it don't make a change, it surely won't make a rank
I'm not ready
Cause I'm not ready
Oh I'm not ready
I said I'm not ready
Strike it in silence, witness denied
If we all take the backseat, who the fucks gonna drive
Eye on America, justice is blind
If we're so far ahead, how are we running behind
Cause I'm not ready
Oh I'm not ready
I said I'm not ready
Oh I'm not ready
I'm not ready to let go
I'm not ready for stereo
I'm not ready to give in
I'm not ready to start again
I'm not ready to be controlled
I'm not ready to be so-so
I'm not ready to calm down
I'm not ready to leave this town
Cause I'm not ready
Oh I'm not ready
Oh I'm not ready
Yeah I'm not ready
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1 2 3 4
You'll be the cat
I'll be the mouse
I said you'll be the cat
And I'll be the mouse
Oh you'll be the cat
I'll be the mouse
If you'll be the fucking cat
Then I'll be the mouse
The Mouse
You'll be the cat
I'll be the mouse
You'll be Tom
I'll be Jerry
You'll be Itchy
I'll be Scratchy
It's gonna get real fuckin scary
The mousetrap
Mousetrap
You'll be the cat
I'll be the mouse
You'll come over
to my swiss cheese house
You'll be the cat
I'll be the mouse
You'll be the cat
I'll be the mouse
The mouse
The mousetrap
Mouse
You'll be the cat
I'll be the mouse
I said if you'll be the cat
I'll be the mouse
If you'll be the cat
I'll be the mouse
You'll be the cat
I'll be the mouse
But the one thing
I don't wanna do
Is get caught in your mousetrap
1 2 1 1 2 3 the mousetrap
The mouse
The mousetrap
The mousetrap
The mousetrap
The mousetrap
The mousetrap
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Mousetrap mousetrap
And that's what its all about man
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Its a beach party Vietnam
Surfing with the Vietcong
Gotcha hot dogs and your napalm
It's a beach party Vietnam
Frankie and Annette were laying in the sand
When Frankie got a letter from his Uncle Sam
It said get ya moondogs and all your friends
You're all invited to a
Beach party Vietnam
Surfing with the Vietcong
Cooking hot dogs with napalm
It's a beach party Vietnam
Bring it down now
"Hey Frankie, aren't ya gonna give me your class ring?"
"I'm afraid I can't do that Annette."
"Why not?"
"Cause I don't got any arms!"
Beach party Vietnam
Surfing with the Vietcong
Cooking hot dogs with your napalm
It's a beach party Vietnam
Did ya hear Annette say
Frankie wants her thing
They're laying on the west coast
There's gonna be a weiner roast
Beach party Vietnam
Surfing with the Vietcong
Got ya hot dogs, napalm
Ya know, It's a beach party Vietnam
Well I was gonna commit a war crime
But I haven't got the time time
Hey Charlie look up above
There's a missile coming down on us
Beach party Vietnam
Surfing with the Vietcong
Hot dogs, napalm
Beach party Vietnam
Woah, Goodbye
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released September 22, 2023
Holden Perron- Guitar, Vox, Album Art
Hunter Theisen- Bass, Recording, Mastering
David Perron- Drums
Alli KB of Mary Jam- Cover Photo
