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Punk Rock Candy Mountain lyrics
One evening as the moon came out and we had a joint a burning
Down the alley came a punk rocker, and he said "dudes I'm not turning
"I'm headed for a town that's far away, does my face look like I’m clownin’
"So come with me, we'll go and see the Punk Rock Candy Mountains"
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains there's a show that lasts all night
And they never charge a cover and you’ll never see a fight
The taxis drive ya around for free and no one gets in your way
No bloods or G’s and no hippies
And no one clings to their one night flings
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains you can never break your legs
And for the price of a forty ounce you can buy yourself a keg
Cause stores are made for you to loot and ya never gotta pay
Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Just the kind that you put up your nose
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains you’ll never see a clock
And the little streams of PBR come a-trickling down the rocks
The shows are never-ending and the bands are all unsigned
There’s a joint for you, go head take two
Cause you can always do what you wanna do
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out of them as soon as you are in
There ain't no fuckin’ assholes, no douche-bags, cops or dicks
I'm a-goin' to stay where you drink all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains you’ll never go to court
There are no processing fees and no unpaid child support
The skate-parks are full of life and ya never wait in line
No falsification they call taxation
There’s no violation of fuckin’ probation
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains
One evening as the moon came out and we had a joint a burning
Down the alley came a punk rocker, and he said "dudes I'm not turning
"I'm headed for a town that's far away, does my face look like I’m clownin’
"So come with me, we'll go and see the Punk Rock Candy Mountains"
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains there's a show that lasts all night
And they never charge a cover and you’ll never see a fight
The taxis drive ya around for free and no one gets in your way
No bloods or G’s and no hippies
And no one clings to their one night flings
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains you can never break your legs
And for the price of a forty ounce you can buy yourself a keg
Cause stores are made for you to loot and ya never gotta pay
Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Just the kind that you put up your nose
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains you’ll never see a clock
And the little streams of PBR come a-trickling down the rocks
The shows are never-ending and the bands are all unsigned
There’s a joint for you, go head take two
Cause you can always do what you wanna do
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out of them as soon as you are in
There ain't no fuckin’ assholes, no douche-bags, cops or dicks
I'm a-goin' to stay where you drink all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains you’ll never go to court
There are no processing fees and no unpaid child support
The skate-parks are full of life and ya never wait in line
No falsification they call taxation
There’s no violation of fuckin’ probation
In the Punk Rock Candy Mountains
