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