Lyrics

killin time
I wasted my time just to get here
As far as Ive gone it seems to be nowhere
Nothing to expect anything can happen
Last in line for a piece of the action
Im payin my dues for tryin to make dreams come true
When I lay awake in bed
The songs start playin in my head
I try to catch some now and then
But they just keep runnin from my pen
Nothing ever works out when you want it to
Just one chance
To get things right
Just one wink
Of sleep at night
Another day
Has come and gone
Another day
Has gone wrong
Im killin time and time is killin me

when I think of you
When I drop my food on the floor
When I slam my finger in the door
When I hit my head
When I wish I was dead
That’s when I think of you
That’s when I think of you
When I smash my balls
When I go over the falls
When I skin my knee
When I start to bleed
That’s when I think of you  2x
When I crash my car
When I see a scar
When I lose my keys
When I get stung by bees
That’s when I think of you  4x

the perfect ex
you used to be
pretty fuckin cool
til you let that bitch
get a grip on you
i thought we were friends
but you only call when she’s not around
you can’t even be yourself
you have to lie
what you gunna do
when she takes everything she needs from you
and throws you away
you call it love
i call it shit
you give her everything
she fucking wants
when she doesn’t get it
she makes your life a livin hell
you’re just a perfect ex
can’t you tell?
what you gunna do
when she takes everything she needs from you
and throws you away

rampart cop
you lock people in a cage
you judge others in your fit of rage
you think the chicks think you’re cool
think again you rampart fool
rampart cops
you’re gunna die
rampart cops
ill tell you why
put a gun in my hand
you think you’re the man
it wont be long til you fry
and all your rampart squad will die
rampart cops
were comin to get you
rampart cops
don’t sleep at night
rampart cops
were comin to get you
rampart cops
don’t sleep at night

little worm
you do anything she tells you to
she wont even have sex with you
she tells you you’re too old
to do the things that made you cool
and you’ll see
some day you’ll be sorry
there will be nothin left of you
you don’t have a life
instead you have a wife
you got it
what you wanted
up to your neck in shit
you say some day ill see
but its much too late for me
you say some day ill see
but its much too late
she’s got you
you’ve got nothing
she’s got you
you’ve got nothing
and you’ll see
some day you’ll be sorry
there will be nothin left of you
you don’t have a life
instead you have a wife
you got it
what you wanted
up to your neck in shit
you say  some day ill see
but its much too late for me
you say  some day ill see
but its much too late
you’re just a little worm (4x)

american slave
nothin to look forward to
but a fucked up life
living in paradise
without a dime
where rich men live
and poor men starve
the government wants their money
so get a job
is this what makes you proud
to be american
its the american way
to work all day
you dont have the time
to have a life
now your chick needs some shit
liposuction and a pair of tits
botox shots and a tummy tuck
now you have to sell your truck
is this what makes you proud
to be american

bond money scam
take away everything that’s real
leave behind concrete and mud and umbrellas made of steel
rip apart the habitat, sterilize the wilderness
and kill all things natural
heal the bay is to blame
the coastal commission is lame
state parks is in on it
the EPA is full of shit
they destroy nature to get paid
killing all wild life in their way
up and down the coast
looking for a place for a restoration
and synthetic developments
it’s a bond money scam

livin on the corner
livin on the corner
in a paper bag
tryin to do anything
its such a struggle -4x
I could have worked all day
tryin to pay my bills
I could have owned an island
a house on the hill
but I’m livin every day like its gunna be the end…oh no
I said I’m livin every day like its gunna be the end tomorrow
I could have gone to college
I could have been so cool
instead i played my guitar
I’m such a fool
cuz I’m livin every day like its gunna be the end…oh no
I said I’m livin every day like its gunna be the end tomorrow-4x

no money
I’ve got no money….no no no no, but,
i am free
free as a slave
in society
I’ve got no money….no no no no,
no need for greed
cause I’m in no race
with the human breed

no need no
hey
no need no plane to fly
no need no
car to drive
no…….need no train ride
love is enough to survive

sock-knocker-offer
my socks roll up and down
every time you come around
my heart is stoppin
my pants are droppin
you cant hurt me
i got my cup on
jaws drop to the floor
when you come through the door
eyes poppin out of  heads
all kinds of broken threads

punker blues
I’ve got no money
but i am free
free as a slave
in society
i work all day
when i play i feel guilty
im stressin hard to think of a plan
to get me out of this fuckin shit
all day…………………i gotta get out of  this shit(back up vocals)
every day
i got a shitload of bills in my hand
but i can’t find a job that i can stand
so i surf all day
and play my guitar
i wouldn’t have it any other way
or i would fucking go insane
9 to 5…don’t want to be a slave
9 to 5…working every day
9 to 5…it’s the american way
9 to 5…i gotta be free
as a slave

the other one
when i dream i dream of you
and it seems thats all i do
i’m feelin like it’s meant to be
i never knew you were so right for me
times flyin
while I’m dreamin
now I’m woken by this feelin
it seems you know what I’m thinkin
you can tell my heart is sinkin
you know I’m livin to make you smile
and I’m dyin to be with you a while
you know I’m sittin here freakin
while my voice is squeekin
if you ever move away
no i wont need to say
even though it’s meant to be
you’ll still be a part of me
times flyin baby

the people around me
All the people around me
Live in a bubble cant you see
Indefinitely they’re partially alive
Scared to be themselves
They run away from everything
Except from their security
Hiding behind their walls of money
Guarding it so passionately
When do they have time to live their lives?
Stressing all day they wither away
Figuring out how they can pay
It seems like such a waste of time
Responsibility insecurity
The ingredients of their recipe
They add them to their empty insides
They fill their voids with things
Luxury cars and diamond rings
Greed and power consumes their minds
Hiding behind their walls of money
Guarding it so passionately
When do they have time to live their lives?
Stressing all day they wither away
Figuring out how they can pay
It seems like such a waste of time

heal the bay
Narcs on the beach watching you
Spyin on the things you do
Taking notes for their evil plan
Taking away all your land
They say they’re protecting marine life from you
Heal the Bay needs to go away
Don’t believe a thing they say
They’re trying to steal the bay from you
No more surfing
No more skimming
No more fishing
No more swimming
No more fun for you

nothing left
there aint nothin left of me
but a trail of suffering
worn out bones and weathered skin
tell stories of where I’ve been
a trail of tears and a broken heart
a life that fell apart
all my fucked up family
turned their backs on me
all alone in my room
grounded with nothin to do
my parents fucking hate me
hate me 4x
you never wanted me
you should’ve aborted me
my mother abandoned me
you beat the shit out of me
sent me to shrinks and away from home
to a fucked up boarding school
i hated my life and wanted to die
as the time passed by
all alone in my room
grounded with nothin to do
my parents fucking hate me
hate me 4x

wrangler
he’s got women on the line-4x (intro)
he’s got women on the line …………..wrangler(back up vocals)
he aint got the time
…………..wrangler(back up vocals)
you know he’s flyin on cloud 69
…………..on cloud 69
he’s got women in a pickle
…………..with his pickle(back up vocals)
because he knows what to tickle
…………..with his pickle(back up vocals)

ball and chain
get my 6-pack baby
you’re my ball and chain
get my 6-pack baby
relax my brain
I’ll never get through
once i get started
never get through
once i get started

cat on my newspaper
you’re just the cat on my newspaper
you never come when i call
you wait until I’m busy
then you want it all
you’re just the cat on my newspaper
scratchin me with your claws
you say that i aint nothin
but i don’t give a fuck
yeahpaper

far away
thoughts keep flyin through my head
im spending my life in my bed
but then my eyes start to glow
im watching my dreams fly out the window
far away
in my mind is where you’ll find me
im tryin to find
all my dreams i left behind
im on my way
to that place i came back from
far away
off in space is where I’m goin
and i don’t mind
cuz I’ll leave this place behind                                but you’re not real
you’re just a dream i woke up from

poor todd
poor todd
the aardvarks are comin
and his clutch is broken
and he blew the three week rule
and he needs a new mechanic
and he blew the three week rule

the sky is fallin
the sky is fallin
the sky is fallin on my head
well i had a friend
i guess i blew it again
she had me so confused
i may as well be sniffin glue
she said she loved me
and do what you gotta do
but one thing she didn’t tell me
was if you did you’d be through
there was nothin i could do
but sit around and think of you
and nothin i could say
she would’nt believe me anyway
the sky is fallin
the sky is fallin on my head

wet but thirsty
my wood, it’s rustin
but i don’t care
im runnin on empty
my feet are bare
im prayin for rain
in the cold air
my wood, it’s rustin

malibu theme song
im on my way home
to where the ocean meets the sea
and i dont care how long it takes
she’s waiting there for me…there for me
im gunna lay down in my bed
and hear the waves hit the sand…and the wind
i can hear the ocean calling me
when i lay down on my pillow
and the waves…put me to sleep
am i coming home to fire
am i coming home to rain
are the streets covered in mud
are the hills fallin down…falling down
im gunna lay down in my bed
and hear the waves hit the sand…and the wind
i can hear the ocean calling me
when i lay down on my pillow
and the waves put me to sleep

daddy’s little girl
dont blame your fucked up life on me
or the things that will never be
you tried to take revenge on me
public record for the world to see
you said that i beat the shit out of you
you said that i raped you too
i guess our little girl
doesn’t really need a dad
and you can tell all your friends at church
about all the fun you had
FUCKING OVER DAD!
now you’re living for free
demanding money from me
you moved in with my family
saving up for lawyers to come for me
you locked me out of the house i was raised
you had my grandfather serve me the case
i guess our little girl
doesn’t really need a dad
and you can tell all your friends at church
about all the fun you had

The Original Malibu local band – PUNK, jazz, blues, surf, reggae