[Verse 1] All these hippies just to say just a bunch of whacked out freaks what you are is almost done is all coming down on you [Chorus] 25 years too
ounce, we get drunk they call me a filthy fuck Well I am! 40 OUNCE, 40 OUNCE, 40 OUNCE CASUALTY 40 OUNCE, 40 OUNCE, 40 OUNCE CASUALTY 40 OUNCE, 40 OUNCE, 40 OUNCE CASUALTY
Here we are once again (getting drunk is not enough) Spray it all over our heads (god I love that fucking stuff) It fizzes all over me (getting glued
Oh yes! Down in the bar every fucking night getting in trouble and getting into fights If you lost your job or if you lost your home If your girlfriend
On The Streets! On The Streets I've got no home! On The Streets I'm on my own! On The Streets I'm all alone! On The Streets I got no home! On The Streets
Sick of the pranks you play always on me, fuckin' insane I can see you all the way Always cool without the brains You put your pride above it all what
[Verse 1] I'm rebel in a world full of hate I'm a rebel because nobody cares I'm a rebel the streets are all I've got I'm a rebel you can't understand
They all say they're worth it now Then you go and sell yourselves Go and watch some House of Rock Only hear some "Blah Blah Blah" Rock and Roll Kids
Another fucking love song for all you fucking drunk punks [x8] Love for you is real, if you leave ill live in fear, Please don't leave my dear, my
1234 What are you doing Oi Oi Oi Born in England Oi Oi Oi Bomb the Hippies Oi Oi Oi Women have rights Oi Oi Oi Oi Oi Oii Oi Oi Oi Oii Oi Oi
God loves everyone Like a mother loves her son No strings at all Unconditional Never one to judge Would never hold a grudge 'Bout what's been done God
stampede for the exit sign And some fainted from the heat There were heroes who did their best to help The children escape the flames And the others
Cobblestone pillow Newspaper sheets Ten below zero Sleeping on the street Someday we all will have a home A place to come in from the cold Somewhere
It's written of in papers, books and magazines For centuries adventurers set sail In schooners, clippers, sloops and brigs and barquentines O'er the
Behind the house where I lived Back when I was a kid I played G.I. Joe beneath the tall pine trees I'd fight imaginary wars 'Til my mom called from our
Daffodils and tulips Now surely they're a sign That lemonade and mint juleps Can't be far behind Love, there's a touch Of sweet perfume on the wind
Intro: The American flag is tied to a fence on an overpass With a homemade sign written in red, white and blue And it reads "Welcome home, Jason Miller
no place left to run to Where you can stay above the fray We all learn to need to get along And not just get our way Not only for each other but For our
