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enough to listen to it) Give me my fucking beer. Sniffing glue, Drinking beers, Don't give a fuck how the hippies feel This is for you Joey Your memory fucking lives The three chord wonders Made in N.Y.C. *Chorus* Gabba gabba hey Punk is here to stay Hey ho let's go Sniffing glue all day Blitzkreig bop Punk is found On the street corner Of my home town They called you D.U.M.B. The punks heard the noise The scene you created Street punk is born Teenage Lobotomy We're the pinheads Made in N.Y.C. Where true punk lives Fuck hippie hendrix Or fat elvis in his grave The pet cemetary Won't be your burying place  More Casualties, The Song Lyrics
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