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We are
The Brothers Grim
Punkcast!
Fuckin’ haters
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2. |
No One Cares
00:57
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Once upon a time (no one cares)
We were in a band (no one cares)
We were the only (no one cares)
Punkers in our county (no one cares)
No one cares!
We are Brothers Grim (no one cares)
This is our new album (no one cares)
We also have a podcast (no one cares)
It’s actually a punkcast (no one cares)
No one cares! (except for us)
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3. |
Outsider
01:29
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I’m an outsider
They say hate’s a strong word
But it’s one I must reserve
For the bitch I wish was dead
The fucking cunt who said
I’m an outsider
Condescending is the word
For you, or maybe it’s absurd
You think your shit doesn’t smell
You can go to hell
‘Cuz I’m an outsider
Outside of everything
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4. |
Movin' to Mars
00:38
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I’m movin’, I’m movin’ to Mars
Closer to the nearest star
I’ll just bring some beer and barbecue
I’m movin’, I’m movin’ to Mars
I’m movin’, no red or blue ‘tards
I’ll crash land Elon’s hooptie
I’m movin’, I’m movin’ really far
I’m movin’, I’m movin’ to Mars
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5. |
Nuke the Family
01:29
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When the fog cleared from the mushroom cloud
We held fast while you can’t stay around
Playing catch was a priority
As you stretched your society’s orifice
Thank you mom and dad
For nuking the family
You stayed around and nuked your dino chicken
Swiping right as you choke your Tinder
I’m still good for an occasional bender
I’ll punch that time clock like an addicted offender
Thank you mom and dad
For nuking the family
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6. |
Don't Need You
00:53
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I don’t need you
And I never did
I’ll just do it on my own
It’s easier when I’m alone
I don’t need you
Why do I insist…
On asking you to assist?
I just end up getting pissed
All I have to say is this
I don’t need you
I’ll just do it by myself
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Fuck the old farts
(Including me)
(fuck ‘em man)
I try to get through life and not use it
But somehow I always come back to it
I try and try and try not to abuse it
From my vocab I’ll never lose it
It’s fuck, good luck trying to replace it
It’s fuck, come on everybody just embrace it
You can’t deny it means a lot of things
Anger, sex, shit luck to name a few
No other options have that ring
Friggin’, frickin’, fudgin’ just won’t do
It’s fuck, good luck trying to replace it
It’s fuck, come on everybody just embrace it
Say fuck!
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8. |
Coin of the Realm
01:50
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Fight back, let’s get irate
Fight back, or assimilate?
The fact that you’re free
The fact that you have endless possibilities
Because the CDC said it’s good for me
Because what we thought was freedom no longer is
Fight back, let’s get irate
Fight back, or assimilate?
The middle class takes a step back
Just another working class hack
The middle class still pumping gas
And wearing sheep skin for masks
While the incarcerated stay educated
While the less fortunate accept their freebies
While leftist Nazis try to overwhelm
It’s the coin of the realm
Fight back, let’s get irate
Fight back, or assimilate?
Ignorance or racism? That is the question
I hate you because you suck as a person
But we still complain
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Viva America Reggae Man
02:02
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(We’ll blow you off the map)
You may think you got it pretty bad
Well my friend you should be fucking glad because
You take for granted everything you've got
Try to find a Disneyland in Africa, asshole!
America, not China, not Canada
America, not Cuba, not Jamaica
Yah man, let’s go
We be jammin’, oh yeah
Guttermouth man
Seemed to be our friend
You ignore our texts,
We still love G-mouth to the end
He’s Jamaica man
Yah yah yah
He’s Jamaica man
We be jammin’
(We’ll blow you off the map, man)
Get a job you leaching welfare whore
In the stars, there's no need to be poor, because
True Americans our pistol-packing pals
Don't tread on me you filthy foreigner
America, not Asia, not Nevada
We're Americans, not Indians, not Russians
Put us down, we'll blow you off the map
In a flash of hot water from the tap
Light bulbs, movies stars, we can cure the clap
You stupid fuck
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10. |
Kill All The Earthlings
02:05
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Don’t you say another fucking thing
I’ve been sent to kill all you earthlings
Don’t you say another fucking word
I’m here to flip a universal bird
That’s right you little twit I didn’t vote
Not until these cronies learn to count
Furry animals make pretty coats
Your sister is the lass I’m gonna mount
I’m not wrong ‘cuz I know everything
My mommy doesn’t like the way I sing
I’m not mean, but I hate everything
Tell your dad your mom was just a fling
Yes, I’m the one that keyed your stupid car
I hope I didn’t set off the alarm
Stupid cows equal juicy steaks
“Meat is murder”? Oh, give me a break
Kill all the earthlings
I know you’re thinking I sound kinda sick
A raving dumbass psycho lunatic
Or perhaps you think I’m doing drugs
‘Cuz I bought an 8-ball from those thugs
I hope I didn’t waste your precious time
You could be skankin’ to Sublime
For the 10-bazillion-enth time
Brad’s spoon cooketh over in his prime
Thanks for your time
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11. |
Punkbot 138 Anthem
01:28
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My model number is Punkbot 138
It’s human scum that I really hate
I’m from a galaxy far far away
All you earthlings are fucking lame
But nice job on Robo Cop and Terminator
I am the ultimate cyborg hater
Programmed to love one kind of score
Beam me back to 1994
Be a number not a human
Gender neutral before it was cool
Definitely more punk than you
No punk cred, no need to drop out
Best software uploads no doubt
Unfollow Elon’s useless tweets
Follow me on Instagram for punk rock beats
I am 138
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12. |
I'm Mad (I'm Grim)
01:42
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I think I’m gonna blow my top
I think I’m gonna flip my lid
I think I’m gonna lose my shit
I think I’m gonna throw a fit
I’m Mad, I’m Grim
I think I’m gonna blow my stack
I think I’m gonna come unglued
I think I’m gonna lose my cool
I think I’m gonna blow a fuse
I’m Mad, I’m Grim
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13. |
Ditchin' Me
01:45
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Hey hey, whoa oh!
Tell me what I did and I’ll
Come back beggin’ on my knees
Tell me why you never called
Girl, now I’m asking please
Tell me what went wrong and I’ll
Be there at the count of 3
Tell me why it had to stall
Or what you keep ditchin’ me
You keep on ditchin’ me
Look down deep inside and think
Think of all the time we’ve had
I don’t know why you don’t want…
Want me back in your arms
Try to ask yourself to be
Be the one that forgives me
Get the thought out of your head
That you’ll keep on ditchin’ me
You keep on ditchin’ me
Hey hey, whoa oh!
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Miss You
01:54
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I… miss you
Don’t get to kiss you
I miss you
Just can’t resist you
I love you
Don’t get to hug you
I love you
Ain’t no one above you
Who ever said that, “absence makes the heart grow fonder”?
Being away from you, makes my soul wander
I adore you
Do anything for you
I adore you
I want more of you
I need you
Really want to see you
I need you
Just want to squeeze you
Who ever said that, “absence makes the heart grow fonder”?
Because bing away from you, makes my soul wander
Take it away…
I miss ya baby
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15. |
Broken Record
01:54
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It’s the definition of insanity
Doing something over and over again
Why the hell do I expect a different result?
You don’t even understand the insult
Why am I a broken record?
Constantly a broken record
I’m not sure why I even complain
Its impossible not to refrain
It really shouldn’t be this fucking hard
My faith in you is totally marred
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16. |
I Hate to Fly
02:09
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Get in the security line
Take off your shoes
Stuck behind morons who don’t have a clue
Step into the body scanner
Thanks terrorists
Hijacker attackers went and ruined it
I hate to fly
The seats are now half the size
I hate to fly
John Madden was pretty wise to want to drive
Flying South-worst, it makes me wanna wince
Won’t serve drinks or snacks (due to) minor turbulence
The thought of flying has me scoffing
There’s a baby crying and a sick guy coughing
Don’t leave your bag unattended
Treated like a criminal before you board
I hate to fly
Treated line an idiot
I hate to fly
I think I’ve had it
I hate to fly
Get me off this plane
I hate to fly
I’m going to go insane
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Reno to Nowhere
01:53
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Going nowhere fast
Watching life go past
Why won't the snow melt faster?
This trip is a disaster
Sixteen hour drive
Hardly feel alive
Reno to nowhere
I’m never gonna get there
A million miles away
From everyone I know
Stuck here night and day
With five more months to go
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18. |
Antennas (Burned)
01:11
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You’re just a victim
If you’re still with them
You’ll do anything you can to get the fuck out
Are you still standing?
They’re just planning
To sell more house to the idiots who demand it
You realize that
Your compass is pointed in the wrong direction
Now you’re filled with frustration
So and then, evacuation
Let California burn down to the fucking ground
Oh, they sold ya
Come to our town man
Tricked by some rotten scum bag
Well it’s a done deal
Oh signed and sealed
Deal makers making it all happen
You can’t go back
Your compass is pointed in the wrong direction
Choking on inflation
So and then, evacuation
Let California burn down to the fucking ground
Let California fall into the fucking ocean
Wave goodbye to Californ-I-A
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19. |
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You’ve been listening to
You’ve been shredding to
You’ve been moshing to
The Brothers Grim Punkcast
See you fuckin’ haters in the pit
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20. |
The End of Brothers Grim
00:04
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This is the end...
Of another awful Brothers Grim
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Brothers Grim Punk
Brothers Grim Punk, originally from the Wine Country in California. Check out our albums, ranging from old to new! We've also produced The Brothers Grim Punkcast since 2012: brothersgrimpunkcast.blogspot.com. Available on Archive, Apple, YouTube, Punk Rock Demonstration, Ripper Radio, and more! Us against the world... Long live punk! ... more
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