INDIE ROCK STRIKES BACK

KEEP IT REAL

Let's go!! Punk rockeeeeers!!
Stay on the street
Stay in the pit
I believe
You guys are real fuckin' punks

Keep the feel, Keep the faith, Keep it cool, Keep it real

You and I
Fuckin' brotherhood
We unite
Then, we can do something new and fuckin' real

FOOTBALL FREAKS

Go for it Chase the fuckin' white ball
Go for it We support the S-Pulse
Go for it Fuckin' orange and blue
Go for it They are football freaks

Ole, ole, ole, ole

Go for it All they do is run and eat
Go for it We're proud of the S-Pulse
Go for it Fuckin' orange and blue
Go for it They are football freaks

BIG MAC

Big mac!

In my left hand A large cup of soda
In my right hand A fuckin' juicy burger

This is my favorite style
The is my fuckin' sweet moment

Big mac rules, big mac rules, big mac rules

I don't care what it's made of
I don't care why it rules

I only eat this greasy shit
I gotta eat it every fuckin' day

Big maaaaac!

SICK GUY

Sick guy, sick guy,sick guy, sick guy, you are such a
sick guy, sick guy, I don't know why

You are always talkin'
But you never listen

Tired of hearing you
And seeing what you do

Don't wanna be with you anymore
You make me fuckin' sick
You still don't realize

It is yoooou

You act like you wanna act
You say what you wanna say
If I ever get a chance
I will fuck you up

Fuck you

I HATE THE COPS

I hate the cops The cops
I hate the cops The cops

I hate the cops That's all I wanna say
Hated, despised, every single way

Salute the power Bow to the floor
Always talkin' money even from the poor

Is that what a man should do?

Someone broke my window I dialed 110
They didn't wanna listen They didn't wanna know

The useless men in blue

Taking our taxes to pay their way
Taking our taxes to pay their way

I hate the cops The cops

WINNE-THE-POOH

He likes honey when he can get it
He flies so high with his toy balloon
He likes to play with Christopher Robin
He's always singing a stupid tune, ya!

He lives in the wood inside a tree
Everyone loves him, "Winne-The-Pooh"
He kind of fat, simple and free
What's his name? "Winne-The-Pooh"

Winne-The-Pooh

Some people say his words are funny
But he's a kind of philiosopher
He knows the truth He knows the meaning
He knows the way to enjoy his life

HONGOLIAN'S THEME

My name is Hongolian
I'm not a real singer
Ken forces me to sing
No choice because he's the boss

"Remember this song" "Yes, sir"
"You're siginin' it wrong" "Yes, sir"
"That's the wrong key" "Yes, sir"
"Stop wastin' time" "Yes, sir"
"Drive me home" "Yes, sir"
"Go buy some food" "Yes, sir"
"Take out the trash" "Yes, sir"
Yeah!!!

I'll make you mosh

My name is Hongolian
I'm not a real singer
Ken forces me to sing
I'm fuckin' busy but he's the boss

ANTI GOOD

Hey brother Teru
Anti good
A bad boy
You drink too much

Hey Teru
What a fuckin' nice guy
A skin head
And tattoo on your back

Everybody loves you
Everybody loves you
Everybody loves you
Everybody loves your machinegun ta ta ta talk

Hey Teru
What a fuckin' nice guy
A skin head
And tattoo on your back
　

POPCORN LOVE

When I'm eating popcorn
It makes me feel happy
I'm popping every kernel till it's white as snow
Well yesterday's popcorn It loses a flavor
It's always stickin' in my teeth

Popcorn love
I wanna popcorn love
Please give me a little taste
I need a popcorn love

I have a new girlfriend
She's like a brand new popcorn
I'm popping every kernel till it's white as snow
It's fresh, hot and fluffy But if it loses flavor
I'm gonna eat it anyway

I need a popcorn love

FUCK YOU

I am in my room alone
Jerkin' off beside the phone
Turnin' on the TV
Nothing fuckin' good is on

What the fuck! What the fuck! Can anybody hear me say?
What the fuck! What the fuck! Is anybody here?

Fuck yooooou!
Fuck you

I go out into the street
No one there I wanna meet
Where's the girl I love so much?
She's fuckin' with some other guy

BBQ CHICKENS GO

BBQ, BBQ, BBQ, BBQ
BBQ
Come on Come on
Come on Let's go
BBQ Chickens
Fire in the hole

BBQ Go!

BBQ, BBQ, BBQ, BBQ!

ANDY'S DEAD

Andy's dead
I saw the news
Couldn't believe it

Andy's dead
Never gonna kick some ass again

OSU, fuckin' blue eyed samurai
OSU, and his killer heel drop
OSU, I am gonna miss you
OSU, Andy's dead

Andy was strong
Body and spirit
Andy's dead
It's so ironic to die so young

Andy's dead

BIG CITY

Big city, that what it is
We live here but nobody cares

Every fuckin' place I go
Everyone is like a clone

Big city I'm fuckin' bored
Big city Is this really fun?
Big city I've had enough

I don't want a thing from the big city

THE MASTER

I wanna be a great master someone like you
Master of something, whatever, but what should I do?
Master, Master, Master, Master

I'll be the master if you give me something to do
'Cause I'm a disaster, whatever, I don't have a clue

STUPID MAGAZAINES

They ask the question
We give the answers
But then the story
Is something strange
They try to call it
Rock journalism
But it's a slave to the music machine

Don't buy Don't buy
Stupid magazines

They try to sell you
A new edition
Of propaganda
And stupid lies
You'll never find
The truth of music
Inside the page of a rock magazine

FAKE PUNKS, FUCK OFF

Fake punks, fuck off

But I don't know how to judge
Who's a fuckin' fake punk
You gotta make sure yourself
What's is real, what is not

THE THEME FROM BBQ CHICKENS

If you ever get lonely Lying in your bed
If you feel kind of sad Just close your eyes and think of this
Honglian's whisper ISO's shakin' hip
You're gonna burp and have a real good time

We're BBQ Chickens Who the fuck are you?
We got 2 more members that we can introduce to you
Drummer's name is HATANO and it's the same old KEN
That's the end of the story It's time to start all over again

RITZPOO

Ritzpoo

HUNGRY

Hungry!!