CANCEL CULTURE
Come for the culture stay for the profits
Buy it all up drive everyone out

Khakis and clipboards make condos and towers
And minimum wage can’t pay for the power

They’ll tell you that your work is not enough
You should have worked harder gotta be tough

Khakis and clipboards make condos and towers
And minimum wage can’t pay for the power

They’ll tell you that your work is not enough
You should have worked harder gotta be tough

Eat eat eat consume consume
We really are all doomed
Paying month to month on a sinking ship

In every city we’re watching our memories become a prize
Its appeal its demise

Eat eat eat consume consume
We really are all doomed
Come for the culture stay for the profits

They’ll tell you that your work is not enough
You should have worked harder gotta be tough

Khakis and clipboards make condos and towers
And minimum wage can’t pay for the power

Pay for the power

DOWNFALL COLLECTIVE
Can you imagine being okay with the way things have ever been?
Always a new collective attempt at our own destruction
Fight for the last marshmallow stick in a forest fire

Can you remember the last time you saw a bridge that wasn’t also someone’s home?
For the left behind and down out of luck
While up above, a surplus of vacant second houses
Keep pulling up, but those old bootstraps keep getting stuck

Reckless. Sightless. Careless.
Reckless competition renders us sightless to the reflection of our careless lack of empathy for our hopelessly degrading population

A fanatic cult, money is our god for whom we give our sacrifice each day
Our minds and bodies, our time and talent, we just give it away
Just to survive, yet with our lives we’ll surely pay

We need help, this culture is only motivated by the distraction of wealth
Not by community, not by progress, not by health
Our social fabric, a cheap plastic caste of itself

As we descend to our impending coup de gras, let’s leave the ending
Skip the last page, put the book back on the shelf

Is this system for survival just a symptom of our parasitic self?

WTF?
What the fuck were we thinking?
Rarely opened our mouths to say something ornate

Why did we buy all those Dead Kennedys records
If we were never going to read the liner notes?

The riffs are sweet the lyrics are obsolete
Who knew you could combine thought with music?

For only five bucks I can get fifteen rad tracks
I am no Hannah I cannot compete with that

BUT WE CAN TRY TO DO BETTER

Write something that means something
Benefit everyone

TACOS AND COFFEE
Tacos and coffee, gonna start out the day
I don’t think I could think of a better way
To get this bullshit out of my brain
I know I’m going insane, nobody but me to blame
But it’s all part of the game when everyday is the same
Work, drink, get high, and I don’t even know why
But it doesn’t matter

We’re all gonna fucking die
Every road’s a dead end
Nobody asked for life
We got born anyway
You think your life just sucks
Change or be miserable

We’ll do what we love until we’re dead

Pirates still exist, but not the kind you see on labels and bottles of rum
And who the fuck gives a crap about vampires anyway?
We’re just a fucking band, we’ve got a van but can we sleep on your floor?

We’ve probably had enough but we’ll probably have more

Pizza and beer, gonna start out the night
Maybe some whiskey ’til the sky gets light
Conversations with strangers that I think I don’t hate
Puts a smile on my psychological state
But it’s getting late, the sun’s come up
I’ve got an empty cup, gotta start the day
Tacos and coffee, carne asada, no sugar, no cream

LIBERTY STREET
I take two pushes at the line
The wheels start to turn
But not before Pat goes first
And Chad is cruisin’ third

Oh fuck!
A car just turned up the street
There is some point at which we’ll have to meet
I’ll stay in my lane if you stay in yours
Don’t worry about me keep driving just like normal

Oh yeah it’s nighttime you can’t see me
My fuel is beer, weight, and whiskey
I’ll hold the turns as the wheels slide
My speed picks up and Chad flies by

He catches up and Pat is pissed
We’re triple wide cracks hard to miss
Chad takes the lead with the fastest board
We even out and pass the car

(bombmob)
Bombmob attacking
(the streets)
The streets of Ashland
(bombmob)
Bombmob attacking

Fuck Chad goes down
A sacrifice to the road
The armor saves him he’ll be fine
We’ll see him at the bottom

Oh fuck!
A car just turned up the street
There is some point at which we’ll have to meet
I’ll stay in my lane if you stay in yours
Don’t worry about me keep driving just like normal

(bombmob)
Bombmob attacking
(the streets)
The streets of Ashland
(bombmob)
Bombmob attacking

DON’T CALL ME AN ALCOHOLIC
Backed in a corner advice all around
And my eyes are focused straight on the ground
(the ground)
It isn’t that I don’t appreciate
I am determined to do it my way

I’ll wake up in the middle of the day
And then I will smoke the rest away
(away)
The sun going down the spirits going up
There is a hole in the bottom of my cup

You may say I’m wasting my life
I say you’re wasting your breath

Spite is sour
Fun is sweet

HOLDING ON TO THOUGHT
If I died today that would be okay
‘Cause everyone has to sometime in their lives
I’ll fuck up I’ll get mad I’ll get sad
And if I react poorly I’ll be sorry later on

You tell a story and it will always be one sided
Perception only happens once
Everyone is having kids
But I still want to have a beer
I just want to be me
It stays the same each year

Feelings skew the story more often than not
I’ll later realize exaggerations of
Misrepresentations of the truth and wherein lies the fault
Some of which I’ll accept later on

You tell a story and it will always be one sided
Perception only happens once
Everyone is having kids
But I still want to have a beer
I just want to be me
It stays the same each year

Though it was not just me
You must accept some blame
We could have tried harder
If we had believed
Though I see it now
We are better off
We’ll probably die alone
Holding on to thought

You tell a story and it will always be one sided
Perception only happens once
Everyone is having kids
But I still want to have a beer
I just want to be me
It stays the same each year

If I died today that’d probably be okay

VAMPUNCH
Drinking all night
Driving all day
No time for days off
Productive each day
Gotta print t-shirts
Gotta eat tape
Order more pizza
Keep Krump in shape

Gotta make flyers
Gotta book shows

Asking for nothing
We’ll see how it goes

We’ve got so many
Friends to get drunk with
In every city
That’s why you should book us

Mission to make friends
Make van stay happy

On any occasion
We’ll drink until the morning
Shitty beer and whiskey
Otherwise we’re boring
When we stay at your house
We’re gonna drink pizza and eat beer
We’re coming to your town and we’re gonna drink

We’ll drink any beer
That’s in abundance
As long as there are friends
To drink it with us
Drink ‘til the morning
Drive ‘til the night
No time for nights off
Pizza beer’s alright

THE LAND OF PIZZA DELIVERY
Back from tour time to make some cash
So we can do it again
Gonna put on that hat
Cheese and peppers in hand
It’s pizza delivery season my friend

Gonna kill my car
Drivin’ door to door
Year round Santa
Slinging obesity

Road rage screaming as I pull away
I drove to your house
You’d better fucking tip me

It’s not asking for much to drop a couple bucks
Cause we need it more than you’d assume
And you never can tell but your gratitude
Helps this pizza guy rock a stage near you

30 minutes or it’s free
You get no tip from me
Fuck you I ain’t gonna pay
Where is my hot pepps and chee
Eat shit I’m not gonna pay
I thought you brought ranch for me
Can you grab some beers on the way?
No, you get no tip from me

Where’s my pizza?
Double sausage
Bring me pizza!
Alright your pizza’s ready

So don’t be a jerk compensate us for our work
It takes it’s fucking toll
If you’re gonna stiff the driver and unfriendly reminder
You’ve got no gosh dang soul

(pizza)
It’s unbecoming to snub the service industry
Especially when we know your street

I’m not here to make idle threats
But stiff me one more time
And I’m gonna park in your fucking living room

NEW D
What goes up comes down, so it goes
Surfing through life on ebbs and flows
Looking for means to meet the ends
Lucky for me I’ve already met my friends

I like what I do with my life
Could have by now had kids and wife
Time and a place for everything
Focusing on my time and place to sing songs

No time to think of what went wrong
No time to think about what if

I
Had stayed to see to what could be
If my mind was fine to feel less free

Grass is always greener when
You never take the chance to spend
Time and see the rest of the lawn
Doesn’t get greener than the grass you’re on

Make a decision stick with it
Nobody’s gonna give a shit
When my mind’s filled with regret
I can distract myself with fingers and frets

Take a walk to see how green the grass can be
But either side you’re on you step in shit

IN ITUNES WE TRUST… SYKE!!!!!
iTunes to categorically pretext what something sounds like before you even hear it
Facebook to let the public decide whether you should like it or not like it

Art should never be formed to project superficial bullshit on you

Give yourself a chance to enjoy your own experience
Clear your head and listen to what it makes you feel inside

Nobody can stop you so make the moment yours

Who decided music should have an image anyway?
Passion over money and fame and image any day
Close your eyes and listen and hear the image fade away

Always complaining
Act like a baby
Insinuating
Procrastinating
Not contemplating
Feebly blaming
Every day by day

Not gonna show your fall
Nothing to stop you at all
Lookout here comes last call

Always complaining
Act like a baby
Insinuating
Procrastinating
Not contemplating
Feebly blaming
Constantly straining
Completely draining
Interest is lost

Music is an aural art form, your ears can’t see one’s clothes
Fashion, you don’t need to abide by dress codes to go to shows

Musical styles were never intended to imply a visual appearance

Give yourself a chance to enjoy your own experience
Clear your head and listen to what it makes you feel inside

Nobody can stop you so make the moment yours

Who decided music should have an image anyway?
Passion over money and fame and image any day
Close your eyes and listen and hear the image fade away

DESTINATION NOW (third seven)
And here I’m locked in indecision
In this brittle cold dark alleyway
Always hidden from those who can’t afford
The color of the flames

Disguised blue devil
In white eyed reason
To trust invoking strange mistakes
Encouraging such challenges

The unknowing and undoing
Causes flat wound awakenings
Like sinner men or a eucharist in a church
Grit in your teeth and a pause on your tongue

Tasted memory
The taste of redemption
Adjustable sufferable talents
Layered here so as not to be understood

Disguised blue devil
In white eyed reason
To trust invoking strange mistakes
Encouraging such challenges

POST GENRE (featuring third seven)
We have much more in common than I think you realize
I want to show you something, but you have to close your eyes
I need you to remember the way it used to be
Before we were so jaded and unable to feel

Do not let them open until it tells you so
A spirit? A feeling? Or love?
I do not know
But promise to leave it untamed
Description will deceive
Remember our youthful perceptions?
Unhindered unbiased and clean
End this endless division
To sort and sort
Please try not to label
Language will fall short

It’s either good or bad and that is completely relative
These labels mean nothing at all
It’s either loved or hated and that is completely fine
Do not rely on words to make this decision

Do not let them open until it tells you so
A spirit? A feeling? Or love?
I do not know
But promise to leave it untamed
Description will deceive
Remember our youthful perceptions?
Unhindered unbiased and clean
End this endless division
To sort and sort
Please try not to label
Language will fall short

We do not need to classify
Every single little thing
Instead let them pass through us
See what they will bring

Oh

HELLATIO SANZ
I am getting sick of
Always feeling exhausted
Can not get my mind off
Always feeling shitty
Who’s to point the fingers?
But if you are happy
And I still feel like this
I don’t think that I can

Help it
If I blame you
For how I feel
When I’m without you
So I’ll go on
And keep drinking
Try to keep my
Mind from thinking about it

In my veins I feel it flow
Anxiety, depression takes control
Can’t suppress these feelings anymore
Reminders bring me back at every turn
Never thought it’d last so long
My time is burning faster than this song
This is my own fault, I know
I should have known to love you all along

I will teach myself to
Live my life without you
Drink my mind away from
Always thinking of you
Always be exhausted
Trying to forget you
I don’t know what I’ll do
And what if I fucking

Never
Can forgive you
For reacting
To my actions
Yelling at you
Yelling at me
You’re not sorry
Message is undelivered

INVISIBLE DICKS
What’s this world coming to?
Zach got a muffstache tattoo
Three days in Sacramento
Thirty hours ten left to go
Thought we had our shit together
Thought we had prepared better
If we blow it no one will know
Thanks to sound magician Joe
Tracking songs written days ago
No lyrics but no worries though
Jesse’s here to save the day again
What could we do without that friend?
Time it ticks down, but don’t sweat it
Don’t forget the last minute’s the
Most productive minute

Down to the last second
No time to regret it
Third Seven flattered Pat
Two awesome split records
Released on the masses
Blow minds and break eardrums
Bomb hills and do dishes

Travel across the sea
Vampirate your country
Get this party going
Time to write some lyrics
Eat another pizza slice
Extra habanero
No time to go to sleep
Got to use every moment
Making up for the lost time
We spent doing something
There’s a line missing
Unloading expression
Did we learn our lesson
Working on the music
Shut your fucking mouth

Just sayin’
Just sayin’
You’re always just sayin’
I can’t help but notice
You’re always complainin’

Or bitching about something
That’s not helping nothing
The time’s almost over
The memory holder
Will soon be the owner
Of all this we’ve finished
Get this show on the fuckin’ road

RIAA CERTIFIED BLOOD DIAMOND
Too hungover to get some food
Last night what did you make me do
My brain it never stopped as I slept
I thought about my dick

Saved enough for Irish Coffee
This holiday should be tons of work
I thought that we swore off writing
Lyrics in the studio

Can’t let my boys down
They’ve got songs to record
Beer to drink a tour to book
They’re good boys

Too hungry to get more booze
Last night what did you make me do
My brain it never stopped as I slept
I thought about hilarious

Need more whiskey and more coffee
This job should be tons of fun
I thought that we swore off writing lyrics at Pus Cavern

Delivery is finally here
We’ve got pizza, whiskey, and beer
Two more days for thirteen songs
Things are moving right along
Pizza for dinner, beer for brunch
Keep Krump happy
She’s as thirsty as us
Europe’s coming up so fast

This album’s going diamond

FARTS AND FEET
It’s the smell of success
The dispel of excess
A crippling aroma
From a night that is hungover
It’s 10 hours ahead
Another 24 behind
A refried mac and habe blend
The scent will make you blind

It’s call and response
(response)
Public nonchalance
It’s toxic it’s hypoxic
It makes the paint peel off outside
The flowers wilt and die
When we pass the gas station
Has a warning sign
With a picture of our van

Demons are escaping from each of our buttholes
And our windows still don’t roll goddamn down
So we smell lovely ready for business
Smelling extra sharp

It’s the smell of success
The dispel of excess
A crippling aroma
From a night that is

Ready for business
Smelling extra sharp

COMMON GROUND
Sometimes I
Consider giving society
A second chance
I think that we can turn it around

Could it possible to pull it together now

To live on common ground
Tolerant of differences
Nope I think we’re fucked

Consider the past
Our standard of living is absurd
Diamonds and hummers
Starving children dinner for the birds
We’re the fucking
Kettle accusing the rest of the world
Of being blacker than our own very hearts

Do you think that you’re innocent
Of the blood dripping from your palms

I don’t think so
Ignorant servant
Now

Get on your knees and take one against evil

UNTITLED
Write it down already
The clock’s been ticking for years
Make up your mind already
You’re clogging all of the gears

In the back of the room
Last in first out
Apathy I assume
Insufficient amount
The plate is piled so high
Yet it’s always spread so thin

Write it down already
The clock’s been ticking for years
Make up your mind already
You’re clogging all of the gears

In the back of the room
Last in first out
Apathy I assume
Insufficient amount
The plate is piled so high
Yet it’s always spread so thin

The brain (the brain)
In a lull (a lull)
This is (this is)
A deadly sin

What was I saying?

The brain (the brain)
In a lull (a lull)
This is (this is)
A deadly sin

You’ll write a shitty country song
And win yourself a Grammy award

Write a song with half your ass
And watch the praise come pouring in

Write it down already
The clock’s been ticking for years
Make up your mind already
You’re clogging all of the gears

The brain (the brain)
In a lull (a lull)
This is (this is)
A deadly sin

What was I saying?

The brain (the brain)
In a lull (a lull)
This is (this is)
A deadly sin

Write a song with half your ass
And watch the praise come pouring in

THIS MERCH IS A PIPEBOMB
I lost my backpack in El Paso
It contained one important thing
We lost some gear in New Orleans
And we also lost our weed
We drank and smoked on a porch in Nashville
Drank fighting cock with Chris
Only one thing that sucked
Was coming home to out find that

This merch is a pipebomb

Fueled by beer in Austin, Texas
Dave rode the tall bike down the stairs
We played a full basement in Flagstaff
There’s fucking awesome people there
In Vegas TBR showed up
We filled that room up with smoke
The Buick made it back to Reno
And I don’t think that we went broke

This merch is a pipebomb

Punish your Buick

Someone stole our merch at the returning show
We lost money to guarantee
Why come home?
Someone found our suitcase in the parking lot
With all our shirts, posters, patches and a note that read

This merch is a pipebomb

STATUS UPDATE
The people who encourage you would love to derail a train
Unwarranted complaints and laundry lists of gripes
These stupid fucking people are ruining your stupid life
And how much longer can you bite your lip

I could take myself out
But then what would you do
Life would be so boring
Couldn’t do that to you
Though my life would be through
‘ts you I’ll be ignoring

Words lost to drunken nights
Ideas lost to the slightest of distraction
This mental train is losing traction

I could take myself out
But then what would you do
Life would be so boring
Couldn’t do that to you
Though my life would be through
‘ts you I’ll be avoiding

Time grows slimmer
Minute by inch
You grow fatter
While you fucking bitch
(while you fucking bitch)

How much longer can you bite your lip
In the face of ignorance
How much much longer can you be polite
In a world that’s fueled by dicks
Unwarranted complaints and laundry lists of gripes
These stupid fucking people are ruining your stupid life
And I’ll spend every minute jumping through the hurdles
Just to poison myself

Great

T MINUS
Holy shit there’s a lot of cops
Fuck fuck fuck they’re surrounding us
All of this for covering Bodycount
Verbal harassment and drug dogs
Hope they can’t

Smell my car
Or the jar
In the bar
Of narco

Ticks count down
Set to explode
Patrick get out of

Here we are I ran away
Shit dick cunt they’re after me
Pat calm me down they’ve got Maddy
But I’m not the one
(not the one)
Who took something out

Of the car
From the jar
In the bar
Of narco

Ticks counted
Pat got out

DIARRHEA GENERATOR
Ingest mystery from some stranger
Now my colon is in

Danger the future
Is destined to end
Inside of the blue box

Overwhelmed a last resort
Who’s occupants it must abort

Sani hut melting
Blue bidet
Beyond the chamber
Beats shake the ground
Cannot escape

10,000 degrees
Aromatherapy
Want out can’t delete
Can’t expel any more
Goddamn you Andy Moore
Shitting, sweating, stinking, spewing
This is my life
The hell am I doing?

DRUNK MONEY
There’s something that I’d like to say
Pull you aside so you can understand me
It’s not about integrity
It’s more about the ticket money

How many can you sell?
How many can you sell?

Ticket sales and booze money
It’s not about integrity
Ticket sales and drunk money
We’ll fuck the kids exclusively

Power boners don’t come cheap

Own the scene in our own way
Controlling bands by when they play
Owed to us: talents displayed
We take advantage everyday

How many can you sell?
How many can you sell?

How many can you sell?
What’s your best draw?
How many through the door?
What’s your genre?

Ticket sales and drunk money
We’ll fuck the kids exclusively

Power wood does not come cheap

So you’re in a band that wants to play?
What kind of music did you say?

How many can you sell?

What’s your best draw?
What’s your genre?

Ticket sales and booze money
It’s not about integrity
Ticket sales and drunk money
We’ll fuck the kids exclusively

Power boners don’t come cheap

EAT THIS SONG
8 years, X number of shows
Just learning as we go
Jump in a van with your friends and fam
Quit your day job, hit the road
Screen your own merch, make hats and shirts
Sell it cheap, learn how to sew
Gas ain’t cheap, let’s beat the streets
And play another hundred shows

Bodies thrashing, cymbals crashing
Don’t die young but live fast

It pays to know your life is worth a goddamn hell of a lot more than cash

What once was our band is now a way of life

Drive the van
Unload the van
Live the dream
Pack it up and do it again
We´re not better than you
You can do this too

We’re not better than you
You can do this too
Go on tour
Start a band
Live your fucking life
You only get one chance
Punish your television
Do the dishes

I
I
Just can’t stop writing in the first person
I am trying to write a persuasive paper

I
Just wish I could write in narrative
Make up sweet stories

But

I

I get so caught up bragging about myself
Get so caught up bragging
Get so caught up bragging about myself
Get so caught up bragging

I
My editorial
My autobiography
By opinion
Every song is about me

Me

If you’re looking for some insight
You have come to the wrong guy

NEVER
I’ll never be able to repay
The wisdom, courage and love
That I have received
I wouldn’t have
Half the friends that I have without this

I can’t remove the smile from my face
Every single time that I see you play
Your words inspire me everyday

I will never forget
When I asked you for advice
And you told me
“Never give up, never give in”
No one I know lives truer to those words
So please do not
Do not forget

I have watched some friends
Grow into what could be the next big thing
It’s hard work and genuine love
That will get you what you deserve

There is so much for me to learn
So much for me to teach
We are just one step away from the next
And I look to you

I will never forget
When I asked you for advice
And you told me
“Never give up, never give in”
No one I know lives truer to those words
So please do not
Do not forget

It goes so fast as things take off
My best friends, me, the van, guitars, drums, and voice
Play on those streets to fill that tank

It goes so fast as things take off
My best friends, me, the van, guitars, drums, and voice
Play on those streets to fill that tank

Never give up
Never give in

OBVIOUS DAY
Hey you fucking dick
Come in an get a drink
Hey you fucking bitch
Your aura fucking stinks
You’ve found the best camp around
Whiskey is the name of the game
Skateboarding live music
You’ll never be the same

Before you get on the half pipe to skate
You must take a shot of whiskey
Before you think of taking the mic

Don’t touch that fucking mic
Don’t you fucking think about it

You are the scum we are the gods

Forget your stupid life
Forget you’re stupid

I know we’ll have to fight
(have to fight)
Not for
For what is right

Can’t win ’em all but you can fuck yourself
Cause this really is as good as it gets
Can’t think of anything that could be better
But if I could I’d probably be pissed

Don’t touch that fucking mic
Don’t you fucking think about it

Today we’re the leaders
Tomorrow we’re scum
Gauges full throttle
Buckets of fun

Didn’t you hear what I just said
When I told you to knock it off
Spray paint to your face
We’ll see you next year

I know we’ll have to fight
(have to fight)
Not for
For what is right

Can’t win ’em all but you can fuck yourself

You’ve found the best camp around
The one that doesn’t close
Spewing all the hatred
Cracking up all of those
If we’ve taught you one thing
It’s that you can do anything
You set your mind to
You fucking idiot

DARK WATERS
For way too long
You’ve had our friend
He’s all locked up
In your cages

We’re talking about people’s lives here

And I
Won’t call him a saint
He’s no different than you

He just prescribed to his friends in need
What the damned conservative

Refuse
To let him out
It’s sick that we elect these chumps

To steal people’s lives
Rehabilitate my ass

The system has obviously failed
Can we sit back and watch the show
Until they decide to come
And take us all away

And hand in hand we’ll all be locked up
Freedumb!

C#
Sometimes it’s hard to see the forest from the trees see things for what they are
Demons in your brain but you can ease the pain with whatever makes the feeling seem so far away

I’m no perfect man, I might drink my problems away down at the bar
It’s your life, it’s my advice, don’t ever let a pink elephant crash your car

Confusion illusion delusion straight losing touch forgot what it’s all about
World’s got nothing left to give it seems incentives to live are all running out
You can kill yourself you can’t kill the pain
You’ll just give it back to those who care the most instead
Think about that next time you let a pink elephant hold a gun to your fucking head

ONE PAST MY PROMISE
The unintended consequences of the decisions that we make
This isn’t how you thought it’d end

But you have little choice
So get ready for change

And it isn’t that I’m implying that we can’t all live our dreams
I’m talking about when life shows up

Pushes you down
And spits in your face

And once again you
Pick yourself up and brush yourself off
Tell yourself it’ll be alright
Correct itself
It very well may
But you aren’t the one

The one who is rolling the dice

The unintended consequences of the decisions that we make
This isn’t how you thought it’d end

But you have little choice
So get ready for change

And it isn’t that I’m implying that we can’t all live our dreams
I’m talking about when life shows up

Pushes you down
And spits in your face

In a blink of the eye your life is upside down
Divide that time try to figure it out
More problems are certainly abound
You can try to take control or just delegate the blame

Why even bother when the strongest of efforts
Still turns out the goddamned same
Why even bother when the strongest of efforts
Still turns out the goddamned same
And how many times can you pick yourself up
And brush yourself off

Tell yourself it’ll be alright

A speck upon a speck in an endless cosmic ocean
Convinced we’re in control
Blindfolded on the freeway
Walk the plank to the end of the line

You’ve been a great crowd
Tip your waitress

BOTTOM OF THE TOP
Fought your way to the bottom of the top
Worked your soul away
Cold to the world you look down upon
Don’t bother to relate

Well don’t let me burden you king fucking shit
Another unlearned kid
Well I don’t buy that you are divine
Don’t let me burden you

Shameless, a man with no heart
Spreading self-hatred afraid of the world
Can’t you show respect to anyone but yourself?

Don’t let me burden you king fucking shit
Another unlearned kid
Well I don’t buy that you are divine
Don’t let me burden you

Unlearned kid
Telling you you don’t mean shit
And how does it feel to know that it’s true?
I’m just an unlearned kid
Telling you you don’t mean shit
It crawls beneath you
Screaming in the back of your head

You are not divine you don’t mean shit
Go fuck yourself

BY MY BALL
You are driving me right up the wall
You have got me by my ball
I don’t seem to understand
What’s so wrong with hanging with my friends

Cause I’m not so great
Why don’t you

Get your own fucking life
Leave me the fuck alone
Get your own fucking life
Leave me the fuck alone
Get your own fucking life
Leave me the fuck alone
Get your own fucking life

Easy to offend
But so hard to please
Get your discontent away from me
‘Cause I tried
You lied
We died
You cried

I’m not so great
Why don’t you

Get your own fucking life
Leave me the fuck alone
Get your own fucking life
Leave me the fuck alone
Get your own fucking life
Leave me the fuck alone
Get your own fucking life

Using hatred as your front
Conceal your fear
Using chaos your front
Conceal your fear

Hatred your front
Chaos your fear

GERIATROCIDE
Today
Just like yesterday
In disarray in tumult
Geriatric motorist
It’s always your fault
Today

I can’t believe that you have a license

You’re too fucking old to drive on my road
You’re too slow to drive my road
You’re too fucking slow to drive my road
You’re too old
To drive
To live

Fuck you grandma
Fuck you grandma
Fuck you grandma
Fuck you grandma
Fuck you grandma
Fuck you grandma

SO WRONG, SO LONG
Can’t you see it’s killing me
Forced to live society
With alcohol my only friend
Marijuana

Take my life and then you’ll see
How little it meant to me
And you’ll be left asking why you
Didn’t do a goddamned thing

You could have said to make me stray

So wrong so long
You’ll never know hard this was

I had to see
What it’d be
Like to be inside of thee
But now I know it’s growing old
Sorry but I’ve got to go

So wrong so long
You’ll never know how hard this was
It’s been so wrong
For so long
You’ll never know how hard this was

SWEET RELIEF
You would probably be offended
If you knew half the shit
I said about you when you weren’t around
But I could give a shit about your feelings
‘Cause you always cared so much about…

I’m just so fucking glad
I don’t have to deal with your bullshit
Can live my life just how I want

I hate to be the dick you always thought of me
It’s way more fun than your attitude and depression

So hard I tried expanding
Tried to think your way
In return I got nothing but the blame
Worked with no credit
Exiled with ease
Time has been wasted
Now I am free

You would probably be offended
If you knew about half the shit
That I said about you
When you weren’t around

But you are a

VISUALIZATION
I see four walls and six doors
I see pictures of better off worlds
Playing punk-rock and punching christ
Morning trumpet ends the night

I still see you sleeping in my bed
Fighting you foreshadowed the end
Can’t forget fucked shit that you said

I see guitars and I see cases
I see amps and cords
Out there clustered blissful faces
Fuck you you don’t know these words

I won’t see you sleeping in my bed

THE ANGRY SLOTH
America, a great country
If you can justify
Thriving on poverty
Oppressing the rest of the world
For comfortability’s sake

It’s easy
Sit on your ass and get fatter
As you complain about everything

So you want me to fight for this land?
You want me to fight?

George Bush’s war
That I will not support

On oil

Tell me can you
Justify killing the innocent
Just to feed the angry sloth?
This is not war for your freedom
This is war for the buck
This is not war for your freedom
This is war for the buck