1. |
The Fuse
01:54
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I'm loosing concentration,
My brains full of frustration,
Maybe it's your reputation,
What you get for manipulation,
Don't forget to place your bets,
If you don't you won't forget,
What was there, you can't get,
And if you win you're fucking set,
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!
Drug addicted drinking booze,
In your mind you can never loose,
You obviously you haven't hear the news,
Your brain is like a burning fuse,
No one cares, no one will learn,
You obviously gotta take your turn,
Trying not to crash and burn,
Stealing to make an earn,
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!
The world is fucked do not get sucked,
Into their fucking mind games,
Win or loose I'll drink my booze,
Their all fucking insane,
The world is a fucking bore,
Let's get messed up just once more,
No one knows what its good for,
Eating them four by four,
I'm loosing concentration,
My brains full of frustration,
Maybe it's your reputation,
What you get for manipulation,
Don't forget to place your bets,
If you don't you won't forget,
I was there, you can't get,
And if you win you're fucking set,
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2. |
Never Change
02:55
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Back in the day you wished that things were better,
Little did we know they were the best times that we had,
Always had drugs and on a bender,
No job to speak off but it was always in our hands,
And now were older a little more sober,
Bet you'd give everything to get those days back,
That's not an option, those days are long and gone,
Close you eyes and memorize back when we were young and dumb,
No reason it can't last forever,
Even better now the world is in our hands,
Fucked up and passed out we will always remember,
'Cuz we still do it now just only when we can,
Lots of the abuse has killed lots of juice,
Some people seem amused but I'm still going strong,
Little more tamed out, little liquid therapy,
Brings the old days back but you know we still don't burn the fucking place down,
No reason it can't last forever,
Even better now the world is in our hands,
Fucked up and passed out we will always remember,
'Cuz we still do it now just only when we can,
So now were all washed up with one eye open,
Paths not so clear come open the fucking door,
We need reflection, we need a state of mind,
Our vision is so unclear were living on borrowed time,
No reason it can't last forever,
Even better now the world is in our hands,
Fucked up and passed out we will always remember,
'Cuz we still do it now just only when we can,
Yah these nights are why we'll always remember,
Even better now the world is in our hands,
Fucked up and passed out we will never surrender,
'Cuz we still do it now just only when we can,
Only when we can
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And so they pray for the sake to think it all might be ok,
More free funds are soon to come blue sky a bright and sunny day,
Coast to coast, sea to sea, a calling of who were supposed to be,
Well I can't sit and just await, no more time to pass it's all in yesterday,
This is our battle song,
We won't wait any longer,
No sight ahead we've got to find somewhere to run,
This is the bed we made,
Blacked out plans are laid,
No coming back this what we asked marked down as one,
One blanket tax makes one ask is this the right way to proceed,
Silence the voice, kill the dream, to fulfill your socialist needs,
Cast away the only folk that put you up in hope of change,
Well in time they'll come to see, no matter what you say it won't take pain away,
This is our battle song,
We won't wait any longer,
No sight ahead we've got to find somewhere to run,
This is the bed we made,
Blacked out plans are laid,
No coming back this what we asked marked down as one,
So fuck your GDP don't tell them it's for me,
Fuck your eastern state and your province full hate,
Go fuck your precious hill with your water full of fire,
Dig up your fathers ashes and tell 'em we ain't for hire!
This is our battle song,
We won't wait any longer,
No sight ahead we've got to find somewhere to run,
This is the bed we made,
Blacked out plans are laid,
No coming back this what we asked marked down as one
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4. |
Mr. Hoovers Revenge
02:53
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Oh my friend yeah,
He gets so wasted,
No matter where he goes,
He gets complaisant,
He's on a mission,
With full ambition,
You can not state yeah,
Here's a story to listen,
He takes some pills yeah,
'Cuz he's always shaking,
You know the woman hates,
When the dishes are breaking,
He's got a kid now,
And the times are changing,
With no time for shit,
'Cuz he's always raging,
Yeah the welders running,
And the smokes he's bumming,
But the wheels keep turning,
And the rods keep burning,
He leads the crazy life,
And the victim is,
His own sobriety,
Yeah it's a cunt you see,
A new house payment,
Yeah the wife and kids,
The Alberta advantage,
Well it's the shits,
You know the hoovers are coming,
And the dyson too,
And all the bathroom mirrors,
Well he smashed them too,
All the doors are busted,
But the handles are hanging on,
Nate we're sorry my friend,
'Cuz of you we have this song,
You crashed our lives yeah,
You know it's coming true,
My homie It's been so long,
A cleaning is overdue,
Overdue, Overdue, Cleaning is overdue,
One cleaning device,
A cleaning is overdue,
You know he's all out of luck,
And now the vacuum is fucked!
And now the vacuum is fucked!
And now the vacuum is fucked!
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5. |
T.V.
02:37
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So he stood, a broken man, the kid was 21,
Mind made up, suited up, no looking back now,
Wasted time, debts are due, nowhere to run too,
All these years you fucked with me, well I guess I'll see in time,
Twisted thoughts, a mental block, I'm sorry it must go down,
Like this my friend, were at the end, this is your last round,
I promise you, I'll see this through, nothing you can do will mend,
Broken bones, broken home, well I'll see you in hell my friend,
It's come down to all the violence we see,
What's got the best of you has got the best of me,
Locked and loaded and we're coming to your town,
Our rebel cry you know it didn't make a sound,
The engines off, the doors are locked, under the streetlight,
Piece in hand, my final plan, a narrow vision tonight,
The families homes, tucked in bed, yeah you bet they bleed,
No more school, no more work, well rot in hell my friend,
It's come down to all the violence we see,
What's got the best of you has got the best of me,
Locked and loaded and we're coming to your town,
Our rebel cry you know it didn't make a sound,
No more time to contemplate the terrible things I've done,
I could stay, I could run, I could use this gun,
I've finished you, I'll finish me, that's the way its gotta be,
One last though, a tragic plot, that I seen it through to the end,
It's come down to all the violence we see,
What's got the best of you has got the best of me,
Locked and loaded and we're coming to your town,
Our rebel cry you know it didn't make a sound,
Didn't make a sound,
Didn't make a sound
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6. |
Human Wasteland
03:23
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Sensitivity levels are too fucking high,
Everyone's a mess and I sit and wonder why,
A world full of pussies who are scared of regret,
Who never do anything I'm willing to bet,
I hate to generalize but back in the day,
Things were much better and now we're not ok,
I sit and I ponder about how far fucking gone,
The people of this planet are I see it all day long,
The more I watch TV the less I give a shit,
About what's going on around me I've decided to quit,
There's always someone pissed off and fighting against,
Petty fucking problems and I'm loosing my patience,
Yeah people piss and moan they say we need change,
But at the rate we're going we may never see the day,
Desperately need it now just take a look and see,
The unemployment lines are overflowing we're begging on our knees,
Stupid decisions yeah there always being made,
Like that ugly cunt running our show just watch our province fade,
As you move a little farther up the line,
A forty four year old baby who is out of his fucking mind,
The more I watch TV the less I give a shit,
About what's going on around me I've decided to quit,
There's always someone pissed off and fighting against,
Petty fucking problems and I'm loosing my patience,
Kids nowadays don't even go outside,
Are they even fucking alive?
We all sit around and play our stupid games,
Worthless technology to melt away our brains,
What happened to hard work to fill our needs,
Now one click of a buttons all it takes yeah so it seems,
I don't know where were going or going to end up,
I got a sinking feeling we are fucking it up,
The more I watch TV the less I give a shit,
About what's going on around me I've decided to quit,
There's always someone pissed off and fighting against,
Petty fucking problems and I'm loosing my patience
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7. |
Reckless
02:08
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Well the girls in the back well their drinking fine wine,
And you can't help but think that you're wasting your time,
You got better things to be thinking about,
And if you don't slow down times gonna run out,
Reckless,
Yeah reckless in the way you're strutting about,
You're reckless,
And if you don't slow down times gonna run out,
Reckless,
Yeah reckless in the way you're strutting about,
You're reckless,
And if you don't slow down times gonna run out on you,
Well your best laid plans are falling apart,
Got salt in your wounds ever since the start,
Can't find no middle ground things are always a blur,
Your drunk mumbled statements I just can't concur,
Reckless,
Yeah reckless in the way you're strutting about,
You're reckless,
And if you don't slow down times gonna run out,
Reckless,
Yeah reckless in the way you're strutting about,
You're reckless,
And if you don't slow down times gonna run out on you,
Distorted, Distorted, Distorted imagery,
Retorted, Retorted, Retorted verbally,
Distorted! Distorted! Distorted imagery!
Retorted! Retorted! Retorted verbally!
Reckless,
Yeah reckless in the way you're strutting about,
You're reckless,
And if you don't slow down times gonna run out,
Yeah Reckless,
Games over now nothing left in town,
You're reckless,
And if you don't speed up you're gonna slow down,
Fuck you!
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8. |
Rigger
01:56
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Falsified stories you lie like a child,
Don't mind this gonorrhea its really fucking mild,
Prancing on our streets like you so god dam wild,
So lift this!
Lift this!
Lift this!
Ya fucking prick!
Grab a fucking brain you self-entitled bitch,
You're like a dirty rat that just wants to snitch,
Stop acting like your so god dam rich,
So lift this!
Lift this!
Lift this!
Ya fucking prick!
Filling up our bars with your shitty cut blow,
Even in the end you just can't say no,
Get your grimy hands off my fucking ho,
So lift this!
Lift this!
Lift this!
Ya fucking prick!
Tied and fucking bound by the economy,
Put your mouth on my dick I'll give you something free,
Maybe in the end you'll be forced to see,
So lift this!
Lift this!
Lift this!
Ya fucking prick!
There will come a time when you cease to exist,
So lift this,
Lift this,
Lift this,
Ya fucking prick!
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Western Frontline Whitecourt, Alberta
Three friends who met in high school reconvened one new years eve and after a few bottles of champagne decided that it would be a good idea to get the old band back to together. Fast forward and here we are, making music and loving life. Who new the consumption of cheap champagne could have such life changing consequences! Hit us up if you like! Stay grimy friends... ... more
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