"Heroin Beach Party"  Parental Advisory genre: Punk
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	Hilarious and crushing.
	Credits: Olivari, Gutcheon
	Story Behind the Song The Judge came up with the wise-ass song title 'Heroin Beach Party' while drinking Coors Lite and hitting on Marco's sister. Marco wrote the body of the song while the Judge was being held hostage by Basque seperatists. Upon his release, the Judge edited out the song's baffling profanity and re-wrote the lyrics in a more radio-friendly idiom. The song was recorded at Unique studios, engineered by the extraordinary Adam Hawkins, in one drunken, sprawling Saturday night. New York Scene luminaries like guitar-freakshow Crash (the 'Dark Jesus') and Mr. Ed came to lend their voices to the chorus, along with assorted females, and we pounded the thing out in three takes, plus secondary guitar and vocal tracks. Lyrics Down by the ocean Under the boardwalk A party's goin' on you're not supposed to see But if you come and take a look as the sun goes down, ask for Sandman and say you know me He'll get you a chair & a pillow & a blanket-- it sure is comfy, but nothing's free He only takes cash, and nothing but Twenties, but oh, can't you feel that breeze? Annette and Frankie had parties like these-- and then they all fell to their knees 'cause it's a Heroin Beach Party- Everybody's throwing up under the Boardwalk Heroin Beach Party- Everybody's throwing up under the sun Heroin Beach Party- Everybody's throwing up under the moonlight Heroin Beach Party- Come down and get you some Down on the bowery, just off of St. Mark's Place, A gilr on the street asked me for change She hasn't been the same since she met the Sandman; she tells me she feels strange And sooner or later he's gonna start takin' the tax on her body and the tax on me Watch us all wash away, and don't lift a finger 'Cause Sandman fulfills her needs And he listens while she pleads And she'll do his dirty deeds Down at the Everybody's throwing up under the Boardwalk Heroin Beach Party- Everybody's throwing up under the sun Heroin Beach Party- Everybody's throwing up under the moonlight Heroin Beach Party- Send Frankie back out to go cop- Annette, who said you could stop?- Let's take it from the top... BRIDGE Early in the morning At the end of the evening Wonderin' what happened Was that Really me? Maybe I was dreamin' That I killed the Sandman But Lord, how'd I get his car keys? And I feel a little woozy kinda lightheaded driving out of town, thanks for sticking with me and I suppose I should feel guilty That I killed the party but the party was gonna kill me Everybody, can't you see? You've got to fight to get free... (Chorus)

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