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Good Riddance - Punk Sucks - Mother Superior
Punk Sucks
01. Slowdown
02. Soulmate
03. Racer X
04. All You Need
05. Face in the Crowd
06. Descendent’s Song
07. Germs
08. Too Many
09. Sometimes
10. Old School Pride
11. I Hate You
12. New Dreams
13. Crazy Poway Kids
14. Mother Superior
15. M+M’s
16. Support Your Troops
17. Right Now
18. 49/61
19. Damn You
20. SONG #9
21. The Ballad of Johnny X
22. All My Time
23. Skate the Haight
24. Cereal Killer
25. Can’t Figure It
26. Omit
27. 2000 A.D.
28. Bummers
29. Out on the Grass
30. Deadbeat
How ready are you
To die for an ideal?
What's the connection
Between a lie and what is real?
Mother Superior
I've got an angel on my back
I'm one of the righteous
And I'm never going back
No, no, no
I'm never going back

Who's that shining forth-right man
About to die behind me?
He's waiting for the portress to
Send me head over heels
Who's that black-heart four-star
General walking up the hill?
To ask the liberals nicely
To help, finance his private war

And if I didn't trust that man
When he puts the rifle in your hand
Sings you songs of pageantry and grace
And how much you want to bet
On the other side
There's a man with twice your pride
And they put you feet first in an
Unmarked grave

There was a time in our history
When we justified by saying
Our destinies manifest
Now imperialism is the mantra
Of the west
See that trigger happy
College boys, love a chance
To try out their new toys
Then they wash the city streets
Clean, with the blood of infidels

And if I didn't trust that man
When he puts the rifle in your hand
Sings you songs of pageantry and grace
And how much you want to bet
On the other side
There's a man with twice your pride
And they put you feet first in an
Unmarked grave

As the fabric of democracy
Lay tattered in the dust
We could put, another greedy man
Into the dictatorial
Puppet-show, now
Tell me, who do you trust
Who do you trust?

In a volatile hemisphere
We'll perpetuate a hostile
Atmosphere
Call it a threat
To national security
Call it just a poor-sick face
One more place
To export cheap labor

Hail the monarchy
Hail the oligarchy
A potential for anarchy
And we pat ourselves
Firmly on the back