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| − | + | You're not punk, and I'm telling everyone. | |
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| − | + | Save your breath, I never was one. | |
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| − | + | You don't know what I'm all about. | |
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| − | + | Like killing cops and reading Kerouac. | |
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| − | + | My enemies are all too familiar. | |
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| − | + | They're the ones who used to call me friend. | |
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| − | + | I'm coloring outside your guidelines. | |
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| − | + | I was passing out when you were passing our your rules. | |
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| + | One. Two. Three. Four. | ||
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| + | Who's punk what's the score? | ||
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| + | Got a friend. | ||
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| + | Her name is Boxcar. | ||
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| + | Cigarettes and beer in El Sob. | ||
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| + | Her hair was blue, now it's green. | ||
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| + | I like her mind. | ||
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| + | She hates the scene. | ||
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| + | You're on your own. | ||
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| + | You're all alone | ||
<b>Chris Griffin</b>: Dad, can you help me with my math homework?<br> | <b>Chris Griffin</b>: Dad, can you help me with my math homework?<br> | ||
<b>Peter Griffin</b>: Math. Math my dear boy is nothing more than the lesbian sister of biology. | <b>Peter Griffin</b>: Math. Math my dear boy is nothing more than the lesbian sister of biology. | ||
Revision as of 20:45, 31 January 2007
You're not punk, and I'm telling everyone.
Save your breath, I never was one.
You don't know what I'm all about.
Like killing cops and reading Kerouac.
My enemies are all too familiar.
They're the ones who used to call me friend.
I'm coloring outside your guidelines.
I was passing out when you were passing our your rules.
One. Two. Three. Four.
Who's punk what's the score?
Got a friend.
Her name is Boxcar.
Cigarettes and beer in El Sob.
Her hair was blue, now it's green.
I like her mind.
She hates the scene.
You're on your own.
You're all alone
Chris Griffin: Dad, can you help me with my math homework?
Peter Griffin: Math. Math my dear boy is nothing more than the lesbian sister of biology.