الأغاني:
U S Bombs Back At The Laundromat

me, millions died for a color'd cloth on a pole knee deep Children fight so buerocrats can have a seat Inflations up the dollars down war means economy He's

a drink Always a better man that I Thats why the saints were always marchin in EvenWhen their was no luck in sight so who's to know? when's our time

Crash, Rats in a Trap Hyper Me back, Won't let me crash Clean off yer T.V. screens Wipe the film nobody see's eyeball that phoney smirk cuz we've got

they've got no pulse , we dance at the speed of sound Get off your asses get off the mattress now Go on back to the rubber room proud ya gotta get back

road there aint been a lick of sense the manager hides the lable sighsthrough booking agents and promoter ties The contracts runnin out tonight back to the laundromats

Theres a brand new gig and its called the wig its not for your head its not the jig Lossen up your pants and freak to the beat take a slug of you beer