1. |
The Fold
01:27
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I tried to escape maybe 100 fucking times
I turned my back and drew an imaginary line
always thinking back to where it all began
bright smiles fresh faces the bands and all the places...
then things got dark and took a turn for the worse
the noose around my neck got tight that's for sure
nowhere left to turn nothing left to lose
I turned my back on my whole world it was my choice to choose.
and I tried to get away, man i tried to get away
I tried to get away but it kept drawing me back in...
I tried to get away but it kept drawing me back into the fold...
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2. |
American Lie
01:06
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They want to keep us poor.
They want to keep us dumb.
They want to keep us pressed right under their thumbs.
They dont give a flying fuck who they offend.
It's a mindless aggression that will never end.
It's a capital disgrace.
Red White Blue in your fucking face.
It's a matter of distrust.
Lawyers, guns, money, it's a fucking bust!
They want to keep us sick.
They don't want us to get well.
They want to keep us stuck in their corporate hell.
They want us to live.
They want us to die.
They want us to keep living that American lie.
Its a capital disgrace
Red White Blue in your fucking face.
It's a matter of distrust.
Lawyers, guns, money, it's a fucking bust!
They want to keep us poor.
They want to keep us sick.
They want to keep us poor.
They want to keep us SICK SICK SICK
They want to keep us poor.
They want to keep us sick.
They want to keep us poor.
They want to keep us SICK.
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3. |
Hypeman
01:40
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You're a social ladder-climber.
Your friendship's been denied.
Parasite. Pariah.
The worst fucking kind.
Merchandise junkie.
The friend you don't need.
A fragile self-image.
My support's guaranteed.
Talent based on street cred.
You're gassed-up like a machine.
I'm taking you down with me, you're a fucking mind disease.
On a desperate mission as if you don't fucking bleed.
Baseless claims, a target on my back.
Just please fucking leave.
I've got no advice to offer you.
I've got no spoons to share.
My tank is running on empty.
And I hope you're well aware.
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4. |
800
01:17
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5. |
Camper
00:50
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You're at it again !
Your existence brings me pain.
An endless charade.
A cruel fucking game.
I flash my lights and I honk my horn.
Throw you my middle finger, but your mind's still gone.
Stick figure family, next to your Jesus fish.
If you don't move over you're going in the ditch.
Did all I could to get your attention.
I've fucking had it.
Here comes my next license suspension.
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY
STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY
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6. |
Scalps
01:50
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I'm not your enemy.
You thought too quick.
THEY are the ENEMY.
They make me sick.
Show them no mercy.
Hit them with bricks.
Nazi Punks ? Nazi Skins?
GET THEM OUTTA HERE QUICK !
They poison the scene from the inside out.
Trust me, they're still here.
Been quiet for a few decades but pay attention they appear.
Push them out, kick them out !
2019 any beyond.
They stand to the side and hold their racist stance.
That type of shit has never been welcome here!
** Punk ain't no religious cult.
Hardcore means thinking for yourself.
You ain't hardcore with your slicked back hair,
when a jock still lives inside your head! **
**lifted/paraphrased from the Dead Kennedys. Don't sue us.
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GRIPE Massachusetts
Zach-Guitar
Joey-Bass
Brock-Drums
B.Long-Vocals
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