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Rock Kills Kid (Rock Kills Kid) · Kid's Dance Express: Kid's Dance Party, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Kid's Dance Express: Kid's Dance Party, Vol. 2 (Kid's Dance Express) · Kid's Dance Express: Kid's Dance Party, Vol. 3 (Rainbow Butt Monkeys) · The Kid's Dance Express: Kid's Christmas Dance Party (Kid's Dance Express) · The Kid's Dance Express: Kid's Disco Dance Party (Kid's Dance Express) · Repetition Kills You (The Black Ghosts) · Are You Nervous? (Rock Kills Kid) · Are You Nervous? (Rock Kills Kid) · Thrills, Kills & Sunday Pills (Grinspoon) – and 90 other albums »


Kid
On a downhill skid like father like son

Now I got out of prison 'bout a year ago
Seven long years really went by slow
I didn't kill my daddy
always eat the hand that bleeds 
Violence for the people 
Give the kids what they need 
Kill your god, Kill your god 
Kill your TV 

This is what you
servin' cocktails by Molitor 
So PMD, ahh, when you ready then you're wilin' 
Pick up the steel and hold it down for Strong Island 

It's PMD up in
a bigger one

two swords slashing at each other
Only sharpen one another
And in the long run even he's your brother
Said, even though that kid's a Nazi

Are
A rock star Billy left the town
Punk rock kids, nowhere to go
No stop crime, every Saturday night
Punk rock city, here we come
We are Nicotine from
'n' roll singer
I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll,
A rock 'n' roll star
(I hear it pays well)

Well you can stick your nine to five livin'
And your
can hear your heartbeat, you're scared

You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
They
can hear your heartbeat, you're scared

You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
They
and leave your ass mindless
When snakes slither in the grass spineless

That's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill
That's rock bottom,
by a money hungry jerk
Got a letter, answer woman, won't you freak out on my shirt?

Well can you rock it like this?
I can rock it like that
Can you
the people 
They always eat the hand that bleeds 
Violence for the people 
Give the kids what they need 

Kill your god, Kill your god 
Kill your TV
a California King
I swear it's everywhere
It's everything

Psychic changes are born in your heart entertain
A nervous breakthrough that makes us the same
a California King
I swear it's everywhere
It's everything

Psychic changes are born in your heart entertain
A nervous breakthrough that makes us the same
you want to cry, cry, cry
Power Equality, Ghost Dog
For Christ Bearer, Killa Bees, west coast God

Yo,
Yo, son will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo,
a California King
I swear it's everywhere
It's everything

Psychic changes are born in your heart entertain
A nervous breakthrough that makes us the same
blast
Is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs here
Kids know the half, you get plugged here, that's just
The hardest rock shit you gon' hear

If we are no more
Suffer the consequences
We are the way the Lord intended

Her ass, she got it from her momma
Tits
Mommy and Dad are never nervous or mad
When you teenagers go downtown.
Daddy and Mom just stay at home and be calm
And watch the late late show,
you get plugged here, that's just impossible
for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin you, watchin me
Throwin rocks from
Everybody's looking for last gang in town
You better watch out for they're all comin' around

The sport of today is exciting
The in crowd are
Hello, wherever you are
Are you dancing on the dance floor or drinking by the bar?
Tonight we do it big, and shine like stars
We don't give a fuck
The fantasy is a weird dealing
We've been told pleasure kills
But don't get nervous
You can tell
You can tell by the way we walk

We got hard feelings
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes

Brothers are amused by others brother's reps
But the thing they know best is where
you say?
Killing time - aha, killing time

And he knew what he needed to keep us alive
No time for cowardice, kill and survive
Like a killer kid
god damn faggot, we're gonna kill you, 
you motherfucker." 
So I got in a phone booth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside, 
held my legs