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Slappy Seconds
01:23
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So we're killing this Curb and someone yells STOP
I say "look here fellas another lame mall cop"
Somebody's already been here wouldn't you know
Always some guard telling us GO
SLAPPY SECONDS
Bomb the garage 9 stories high
I'm gonna make these Speed Labs fly
Shred top to bottom floor by floor
Again and again like a westside whore
SLAPPY SECONDS
Gonna ride my skate thru city hall
Let the politicians know they can lick balls
Skate Skate Skate any where you can
Ride your skate, Fuck the man Fuck the man
Fuck the man
SLAPPY SECONDS
If you're out shredding you better mind
If you see our sticker don't waste your time
Look out for the cops, keep a close eye
Cause the CONCRETE CRIMINALS, Stole the last ride.
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American Despair
01:25
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The government’s concerned with things that can’t be fixed
Terrorism, Communism, and everything I missed
They don’t care about the real problems at hand
Accepting visas, losing jobs, and handing out food stamps
They won’t sort it out
They don’t really care
Greedy fascist slobs
American Despair
We’ve got some bigger problems; we need to renovate
The borders of America, the altering tax rate
Sanction us with rules, don’t care about the state
Concerned with petty crimes, not the welfare rate
They won’t sort it out
They don’t really care
Greedy fascist slobs
American Despair
Fuck you, Abe Lincoln, you’ve led us to this fate
Our country is diminishing, no time to set it straight
We’ve had too many chances to turn this thing around
Like a pilot in distress mayday, mayday, going down
They won’t sort it out
They don’t really care
Greedy fascist slobs
American Despair
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Roll On
01:52
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Slappy grind
Slappy grind
Slappy grind
Kill that curb
Method air
Method air
Method air
If you’ve got the nerve
Bomb the snake
Smoke the bowl
Hit the J
Don’t lose control
Grab your board, now let’s go skate
Let your wheels determine your fate
It’s old school night at the Kona Bowl
Let’s all go; enjoy the roll
We’re gonna ride to Treaty park
Gonna shred, gonna leave our mark
Run the grommies out of town
We’re gonna skate until the sun goes down
Frontside smith
Frontside smith
Frontside smith
If you dare
Judo air
Judo air
Judo air
If you’re not scared
Bomb the snake
Smoke the bowl
Hit the J
Don’t lose control
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Concrete Criminals Jacksonville, Florida
Concrete Criminals is another 80s punk/hardcore/skate rock band; the only difference is they started in March of 2015. With riffs like Battalion of Saints and Agression, and vocal strength like many of the East Coast 80s hardcore bands, We skate into another chapter of driving skate styled punk rock. Most of the lyrics discuss getting old and skateboarding. ... more
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