| Maximum Rock & Roll Magazine Thinks We're Hopped Up On Goofballs  
 some sort of hang-up or just a mental block
 a magazine that wants to playl cop to punk rock
 and maximum rock and roll tells the world i smoke pot
 fork tongue lies false alibies
 thanks a lot
  you won't eat meat but you'll kill a cow
 blood upon the street capped doc that you bought from the mall somehow
 lace up your red or white or blue symbols
 paint yourself into a corner on the cover of your next issue
 shaky codes
 misuse your laws
 like fake tattoos and swastikas
 my hairdo make you think i'm hopped up on those damned goofballs
 while your circulation falls
 so a movement's not dead 
      no it's not you shot it in the head with that mouth you got
 maximum rock and roll says i smoke the pot
 i never have never will
 but do you feel better while you're throwing lies my way
 and is it such a bitter pill
 smoke screen gossip so your flock won't say goodbye
 you won't eat meat but you'll kill a cow
 with your steel capped doc from the mall
 somehow
you got your red or white shoe laces
 and codes and laws
 and fake tattoos and swastikas
 bringing down your own movement but claim i'm high
 won't look in the mirror
 but you'll print the lie
 arrogance of the captain on a sinking boat
 as you choke the life out of your own movements throat
 judge a book by cover that you never see
 publish up a lie when you don't know me
 all based on some bunk scoop you got
 how many others do you lie about
 are there a lot
 never have never will
 but do you feel better when you're throwing lies my way
 and is it such a bitter pill
 smoke screen gossip so your flock won't say 
goodbye
 fake tattoos and your swastikas OI! OI OI!
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