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