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QUINCY PUNX
Load the Beerbuster in the truck We're going camping don't give a fuck About the wildlife or the trees Fuck the birds and fuck the bees Got a chainsaw to blaze the trail DDT to keep the bugs away M-16's for hunting deer And a keg of Bud, the king of beers [Chorus:] Punk rock party in the great outdoors Lots of beer & drugs & whores Nothing could be more hard-core Than camping with the Quincy Punx Diesel generator in the camp To run the stage lights and the amps Plus bug zapper neon lights And groupie sluts in fishnet tights A gallon of gas to start the fire It'll be some chipmunks funeral pyre We'll shoot ones with our BB guns And chop em up just for fun [Repeat Chorus] The campsites full of broken glass If the rangers come we'll kick their ass Our six-pack holders drown the ducks But who really gives a fuck At dawn we've left a blackened crater We're leaving now but we'll be back later To add to the pile of beer soaked trash And burn more trees down to ash [Chorus 2] Its a wasteland kind of scene Tree-huggers think we're really mean Nothing could be more obscene Than camping with the Quincy Punx
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