1. |
Riding the D
03:58
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What ever happened to those six string serenades?
And the voices in my head?
Mixed illusions
Utter confusion, when will it end
I’m just waiting for better days
Cause there’s nothing but trouble down in the gutter
Never did the right thing, only the exciting
Exit out the past
Living life fast
Going through the motions
Trying to figure out what it means
Just get me outta here…
Enough of the bad luck
Enough of the hang ups
Just don’t keep me suspended
Bad intentions
Are false pretensions
I think I need to be ejected
Cause there’s nothing but trouble down in the gutter
Never did the right thing, only the exciting
Exit out the past
Living life fast
Going through the motions
Trying to figure out what it means
Just get me outta here…
Went to a bar last night
To finally clear my head
Met a girl with black hair,
Leather jacket, a beer in hand
I started to think,
I might finally understand
Just what the fuck is my plan
Cause there’s nothing but trouble down in the gutter
Never did the right thing, only the exciting
Exit out the past
Living life fast
Going through the motions
Trying to figure out what it means
Just get me outta here…
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2. |
Blacklisted
03:19
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I’ve been blacklisted by the FBI
For Something I seen
Up in the sky
Not sure what will come
What will come of me
Not sure I’ll make it
Make it out alive
I'm Blacklisted by the FBI
I’m Blacklisted by the FBI
(Whoa’s and Oh’s)
I've been calling
Calling Everyday
They keep on stalking
Why are they stalking me?
Telling me that its all
That its all in my head
I know those tall suits,
I know they want me dead
Im Blacklisted by the FBI
I’m Blacklisted by the FBI
(Whoa’s and Oh’s)
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3. |
Twenty Four
02:12
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When you said to me
This isn't how you wanted to be
Did you stop and think to yourself
That you could make the change?
Just take a look around
As you run yourself aground
No one’s righting the ship
As you take this final trip
It’s full speed ahead
You’re better off dead
No one will be there when you fucking fall
I always had your back
Through the good times and the bad
Do you remember those days?
And all the fun that we had
Just take a look around
As you run yourself aground
No one’s righting the ship
As you take this final trip
It’s full speed ahead
You’re better off dead
No one will be there when you fucking fall
I fear now it’s too late
You seem destined to your fate
That call I got so late
It filled me with hate
Just take a look around
As you run yourself aground
No one’s righting the ship
As you take this final trip
It’s full speed ahead
You’re better off dead
No one will be there when you fucking fall
I always had your back
Through the good times and the bad
Do you remember those days?
And all the fun that we had
Just take a look around
As you run yourself aground
No one’s righting the ship
As you take this final trip
It’s full speed ahead
You’re better off dead
No one will be there when you fucking fall
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4. |
Brooklin Hardcore
01:45
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Driven by a beat
In 4/4 Time
Yelling words
That may not rhyme
Singing songs
A little off key
Power packed
Like TNT
There's no turning back
No place left to run
Not in it for the fame
Yeah we’re doing it for fun
I found out long ago
What punk was about
A place where you could be you
And I could be me
So come to a show
Join the crowd
Learn the words
Yell’em out loud
Hit the stage
And grab a mic
Drunken sing-a-longs
Are what we like
There's no turning back
No place left to run
Not in it for the fame
Yeah we’re doing it for fun
I found out long ago
What punk was about
A place where you could be you
And I could be me
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5. |
Running Away
02:42
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Teenage angst, it fuckin' ranks
You're up against the world and what society thinks
Lost and found
You're trouble bound
The only way up from here is down
Young kid on the streets
Tickets in hand, and a couple of dreams
But your dreams won't last
You're times running out, and there's no turning back
This kid, is running away
Leaving town, with nothing to say
Better get out of my way
This kid, is running away
Pocket full of quarters but no one to call
But all the change in the world won't stop this fall
You've got nothing to lose when you stand alone
This trip ain't done yet, because the roads become your home
This kid, is running away
Leaving town, with nothing to say
Better get out of my way
This kid, is running away
Burnt his last bridge down
There's no turning around
We're gonna tear this town down
From the underground
It's just a roll of the dice
Show'em what you got
You'll end up stronger, once the battles been fought
This kid, is running away
Leaving town, with nothing to say
Better get out of my way
This kid, is running away
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6. |
Frontal Nudity
02:37
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Sodomize the public, erase all hope with vanity
don't breastfeed in the open, broadcast your lack of dignity
a belligerent time of shaming, the upside down flawed hatred
invite us all to your place; in your basement, party naked
a display of bold lackluster bought, excitedly take off your top
the fastest race in humility, assault with frontal nudity
do you sink your teeth with the first bite, augment your tits to start a fight
the fastest race in humility, assault with frontal nudity
go fuck
make peace, take a piece, shove it right up your ass
does it volumize and moisturize? pull outcome on your back
no shame, no blame, big bucks! from peeling to gettin' shot
everyone wants more of you star, put your makeup on while your soul rots
a display of bold lackluster bought, excitedly take off your top
the fastest race in humility, assault with frontal nudity
do you sink your teeth with the first bite, augment your tits to start a fight
the fastest race in humility, assault with frontal nudity
go fuck
does it pierce your skin?
feel it deep within
your body sold for wealth and fame
you're a lost broke slave to
a display of bold lackluster bought, excitedly take off your top
the fastest race in humility, assault with frontal nudity
do you sink your teeth with the first bite, augment your tits to start a fight
the fastest race in humility, assault with frontal nudity
go fuck
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Critical Hit! Whitby, Ontario
Three guys that met up in a legendary man cave, stacked high with piles of wood to fuel the fires and fully loaded with
Doug's revenge, started playing music together searching for the fast and upbeat grooves that will move your bod.
From Brooklin Ontario, Punk rock!
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