Got my ass handed to me
By this society
Work is a fuck
And the schools groom my brain

I cant go outside
And i cant own a gun
But at least they got
Beer in a can

Theyll give you some meds
And youll talk to some feds
Theyll find out if youre safe
To be treated as man

Theyll call up the pigs
And theyll lock you away
But at least they got
Beer in a can

(instrumental)

The priests and the preachers
They call out the name 
Of an anarchist who hates em
And sees through their plan

From lockheed to EB
Monsanto and Nestle
At least they got 
Beer in a can

The media tells you 
Hate trannies this week
And the false flaggin
Nazis all stand

Up for their anthem
The donkeys and phents
Well at least they got 
Beer in a can

(Instrumental )

Got my ass handed to me
By this society
But at least i can still call
Myself a man

Through the capital’s thugs
And the pigs greasy mugs
At least they got beer in a can

Beer in a can

she kissed me first

Miss X Fucks Kids

I'm a Nazi (Yeah Right)

Admission Fee

Popeye

Bent Edge

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Dust Bunny Family Reunion (demo)

From the Ceschi & Pat The Bunny Acoustic Split 12" available now at: 
https://diybandits.bandcamp.com/album/ceschi-pat-the-bunny-split-12-and-zine-package-1

Lyrics: 

Chorus: NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH 

Pat: 
Termites are eating my home and squirrels laugh at me through the walls. 
I hate to admit it, but most days I wake up and follow the laws. 
I used to dream my beliefs would lead me onto barricades with molotovs, but mostly they lead me straight to a line at the post office to send zines to someone behind bars. 
Ceschi: 
This city is killing me. Pretty sure New Haven PD wants all of my friends to go down. I walk down to Whalley and think of my fellow felons sleeping on overcrowded room grounds. 
My girlfriend can't handle the lifestyle I lead (Sorry Amber, I take this lyric back - you support me constantly, thank you) 
so I wander around this country, 
sleep on couches, 
play shows for 20 kids hoping they'll house me.
(sorry I'm allergic to cats)

Chorus: NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH 

Pat: Some just talk a good game—I can’t even do that. Some just want to look cool—-I don’t even wear black. Some just want an excuse for crime and destruction. I’m too afraid to shoplift, because last time I got busted. 

Ceschi:  I can promise you this, Officer Smith: you don’t need to piss-test me or re-arrest me. I’m just playing these shows, I’m a law-abiding citizen. Please give me my license back. I no longer sell crack. I’m just 33, rapping, broke, trying my hardest to cope on the road. Almost all of my homies know that. 

Chorus: NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH 


Pat The Bunny & Ceschi - This City Is Killing Me

I like wearing my boots around

lyrics:

when I get out of bed I'm lacing up my boots
they make me look so tough and make me feel so cute
even my girlfriend she only likes boots 
and thats why shes my girlfriend cuz wear the same shoes
when I wear my boots I feel so cool and proud
when me and all my friends go stomping around

nananananananannananna
nanannanannananannananan

you can customize your boots all different sort of laces
to show you dislike cops or hate other races 
when I wear my boots I'm always gonna win 
you better not make fun of them or I'll kick your head in!

My Boots

Anarchist Skinhead Folk punk.

if u wanna contact me my discord is HarlemGlobeSharter

also hardcore vocalist for Admission Fee

Beer in a can

klunni

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