MOKE COVE BATTLE OF THE BANDS LYRICS

 
Turn the moniter up a little, buddy!

Alright, yeah, we're Moke Cove. I'm Dave, that's Tim. No, that's Tim, that's Colin. Alright, let's start it off right here.

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Can I get a little more guitar in these moniters here, if that's alright?
This song's about my favorite pastime.

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What's the deal tonight, b'ys, what are you going at? Anyone got any plans, made doubtfully at that! I think I got a fin, you know I hope that you do, too. Well I'll be in the shed with the b'ys, having a laugh or two. Everyone in the circle now, all the b'ys are here, hey! Any form of bust tonight, oh what's the problem here? We got no problem, we lives in the shed. In there til the morning cause then we goes to bed. We got no problem, we lives in the shed. In there til the morning cause then we goes to bed. Goes into the house right, we sitting next to the fire. We just got in from the shed. I'm about to fall asleep, when now, it almost knocked you out! So all hands piles to the shed, to the shed without a doubt. Everyone in the circle now, all the b'ys are here, hey! Any form of bust tonight, oh what's the problem here? We got no problem, we lives in the shed. In there til the morning cause then we goes to bed. We got no problem, we lives in the shed. In there til the morning cause our eyes are bloodshot red. We takes a break from the shed, into the room we goes. Lower off the grackinfield, that's how she goes, you know. 36 hours of people smoke, how she looks like fog. All the b'ys made the trip, even colin dawg. Everyone in the circle now, all the b'ys are here, hey! Any form of bust tonight, oh what's the problem here? We got no problem, we lives in the shed. In there til the morning cause eyes are bloodshot red. We got no problem, we lives in the shed. In there til the morning cause our eyes are bloodshot red. We got no problems, we lives in the shed.We got no problem, we lives in the shed. In there til the morning cause our eyes are bloodshot red. We got no problem, we lives in the shed. In there til the morning cause our eyes are bloodshot red.
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(haha yeah)

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Not one more word tonight, between here and there. We'll put a distance the size of the ocean, well then his heart can't beat a skipping rythym. As the cadence carries me I almost drift away far enough to forget, when it comes you cannot hesitate. And we found, on account, I will, (haha) in an envelope, addressed to your last known residence. Woah, Woah, Woah. And we sink and we drown, and what is lost can never be found. Well these arms did swim until the legs pulled it, and panic was lost in a deep understanding. And you will see what is wrong with everything, what is wrong with you and me, that makes all the right reasons, to shag it up. You're gonna shag it up! Woah, Woah, Woah.
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So, ah, we're here at the battle of the bands. Right on, Griffin's terrified, look aww, it's alright Griffin by. Anyways, we're gonna sing a song about my favorite word, I guess, haha, and it ain't a bad word.

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I spose, I spose we'll go with that one.
This song, I know you've all been waiting for. Patiently waiting for.

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Hah, So how's everyone enjoying it, I spose. Trying to kill some time here, having a chat with ya'll. These lights are .. intense. Heh, very bad. You, watch your mouth. So, yeah, so this is the battle of the bands. I spose it's the kickoff to the frosty festival. Sweet. We had a laugh, we won last year. It was good time, lots of good bands and stuff like that. We're hoping for some good bands this time. See what happens, I guess. Hope for the best.

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Alright, Im gonna try.. We're gonna try to do this one. I'm so shady , yeah I will. I'm so shady at the words but I'm gonna give it a try anyways.

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Are you all mad I'm not screaming? Are you all mad I don't have an electric guitar in my hand, AND screaming? Haha, I bet you all are. Alright, this is as far as we're going with it.

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When they tightly strap me in, give me lethal injection. Just a few more minutes to live, no remorse for what I did. For the betterment of man, I gave the upmost sacrifice. Before more damage could be done I took his life. There was a split second of silence when the dart punctured my skin. Beedy eyes rolled back in head, body dropped from the poison. They could incompasitate me but could not erase my stare. With a thousand people screaming, while three billion others cheered. He was gone, and I would soon be executed by the state, all the peels would be in vein, was not criminally insane, in fact I was found to be an otherwise caring and respectable member of society, a minor threat except for that one man I killed. As the seditives take effect, just smile and close my eyes, and the priest kneeling next to me asked me if I realised I was going straight to hell, and he thought that I should know that the man I killed's replacement planned this whole scenerio, and what I did had no significance at all.
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That was some new NOFX. NOFX kicks ass. Yeah! Totally rock on! Ah, this is only pre..day. Pre-pre drinking day. It's only thursday, but this song is about friday through sunday. And we're gonna... yeah.

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Well I, I don't mind my life. Although sometimes, it plays back into rewind. I don't cry, just rely for the week to pass me by so I can try not to die, why would I die? I'm getting loaded, I'm getting canned. I'm getting drunk as *gasp*, I'm getting hammed. I'm getting absolutely ossified 'til I can't see. Until the weekend's over, that's how I want it to be. That's how I want it to be, to be, to be, to be, to be. That's how I want it to be, to be, to be, to be. So maybe, you and me, can go half's on a 60, easy. Believe me, you will be falling onto your hands and knees. And I believe, then baby we can mosy on back to a party, I'm thisty. So baby can we, can we get salty. I'm getting loaded, I'm getting canned. I'm getting drunk as balls! I'm getting hammed. I'm getting absolutely ossified 'til I can't see. Until the weekend's over, that's how I want it to be. That's how I want it to be, to be, to be, to be, to be. That's how I want it to be, to be, to be, to be. Here we go! Friday right through sunday, I wont have no remorse. I'll be getting hammered on a case of Black Horse. Could be in a bottle or it could be in a can. There's a point no where we don't stop, we cant take no slams. I'm getting loaded, I'm getting canned. I'm getting drunk as balls! I'm getting hammed. I'm getting absolutely ossified 'til I can't see. Until the weekend's over, that's how I want it to be. That's how I want it to be, to be, to be, to be, to be. That's how I want it to be, to be, to be, to be. That's how I want it to beeee.
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Alright this is gonna be our last song before... shit. This is a De-mons cover. It's not us, it's them. I mean it's not me, it's them.
This one's dedicated to Dick and Street Fighter, whoever they are.

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Hello friday, I'm back again, just to confuse you til my own.

I never thought it would end this way, I can't change my past. I never meant to make you cry, but I sure as hell didn't mean to make Griffin laugh.
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Thank you. Whiskey River's up next. We'll see what happens there! Hey there we go, good stuff. We'll see what happens there.