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Local H As Good As Dead

Hey! Well, punk is dead And, yeah, you're next But it seems no one has told you yet So hardcore You must be sore You come on like a major threat Face

I'm not mad I'm just bored And everything I do is only because There's nothing much else for me to do And that includes you And that includes you Messing

Abusive excuses are all I have to hold Use and re-use to explain why I'm so cold One for headaches One for stress But the one for fear's the one I like

You're on to something good But it can't be all that matters You're on to something good But it can't be all that matters You're on to something good

like the only freak in this town What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? What's wrong with me? We've got a life of scratching tickets At the local

I'd like to think that it's out of fear When you blow into town, maybe twice a year To check on me, see if I'm still here And make me think that it's

I'm at your local newsstand jerk While the only XXL you been in as a shirt And, speakin of shirts, get a new white T God damn it feels good to be me -