1. |
Another Drunken Day
02:17
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Verse 1
I am stuck inside my head
Cause no one understands my art
They see me as a demon
Selling babies at a fast food cart
But I am just a honest man
That's searching for stability
This world is fucked and so am I
Or shitfaced, you get what I mean.
Chorus
I try to hard to stay awake
The truth is too much for me to take
I sit back and drink my worries away
Wake up, start another drunken day
Verse 2
I am just a tortured soul
That's drowned in whiskey and red wine
They told me this would hurt
But I can't feel so I am fine
Numb and intoxicated
Got keystone but forgot the keys
This world is fucked and so am I
Or shitfaced, you get what I mean
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2. |
Made In Mexico
02:32
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Verse 1
Why the hell do I feel this way
It feels like wisdom tooth decay
Constantly throbbing in pain at any moment
If music isn't my path in life
I'll go up to Jesus with a knife
And demand him for rebirth
To make sure my voice is heard on this earth
Chorus
I feel so broken
And yet I have a home
I have a women by my side
And yet I feel alone
I was made in Mexico
And I know
They forgot a piece
Verse 2
I guess I will live with it
I'll rise up to the government
I feel like I was born to start a uprising
If they try to take our rights away
There will be hell to pay
Wether pedestrian or law
I will kick you in the jaw
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3. |
Slug
02:42
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You end up in a coffin
Sooner or later
I think about it often
It's driving me fucking insane
It's driving me fucking insane
The food makes you sick
We get spoon fed drugs
To get over shit
And become a slug
Sit on the couch
Get nothing done
Drug induced bliss
Because I'm a slug
Anti-depressing
DO NOTHING SLUG
Anti-depressing
DO NOTHING SLUG
Take a daily dose
Start feeling great
Walk like a zombie
Smiling half awake
How are you doing?
Oh I'm just fine
In the back of my mind
I just wanta die
The food makes you sick
We get spoon fed drugs
To get over shit
And become a slug
Sit on the couch
Get nothing done
Drug induced bliss
Because I'm a slug
Anti-depressing
DO NOTHING SLUG
Anti-depressing
DO NOTHING SLUG
Fuck all these pills
I can be me
Shit isn't perfect
That's reality
Sure I am anxious
And I tried suicide
But in the end
It's not worth it to die
The food makes you sick
We get spoon fed drugs
To get over shit
And become a slug
Sit on the couch
Get nothing done
Drug induced bliss
Because I'm a slug
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4. |
Walls
01:57
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From Behind These Walls I hide from my neighbors who like to call the cops on me out of curiosity
Behind these walls I'm terrified of the world all their small talk and smiles contaminates my thoughts
Behind These Walls every little word they say keeps going to my head and taking up my precious time
Behind These Walls I stand and pace the room amongst the snakes that quietly share my tomb
Behind These Walls my home is a jail cell I hide my mind and myself from any judgment from you
Behind These Walls I hate myself and it makes me think so much that I must really hate you
Chorus:
These walls! These walls!
These fucking walls! (repeat)
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5. |
Addictions
02:17
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Most adults smoke cigarettes
Some people smoke cigars
Most people have smoked ganja
And the resin black tar
Some rich bastards snort cocaine
Or inject heroine in there veins
Cause life is all about
Addiction induced pain
And these are my people
Who don't believe in a cross or a steeple
Some people need their coffee
Some need their Irish cream
To go on with the struggle
Of a daily routine
Some people drink a fifth of vodka
Before two o' clock
Some people smell like assholes
And are wearing crusty socks
And these are my people
Who don't believe in a cross or a steeple
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6. |
Swing
03:04
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Verse 1
These fucking feelings
These negative thoughts
There is no explanation
Why my smile is lost
But I still wear it cause
I don't want you to ask
What's going on?
I just don't know man
Maybe it's me
And Im just fucking lazy
Maybe it's you
And you made me this way
Chorus:
I got no hope but I got rope
I think I'm going to use it
Slip that noose around my neck
And swing to the music
I'm gonna to swing all night
Yeah baby I'll swing all night
Nothings going to be alright
I'm gonna to swing all night
Verse 2
What am I to say
Except everythings ok
There's no one to find
My body when I die
Colonies of spiders
Will lay eggs in my eyes
Shut it off, I'm sinking
I just wanna stop thinking
Maybe it's me
And I'm going fucking crazy
Maybe it's them
And life's guilt and shame
Chorus:
I got no hope but I got rope
I think I'm going to use it
Slip that noose around my neck
And swing to the music
I'm gonna to swing all night
Yeah baby I'll swing all night
Nothings going to be alright
I'm gonna to swing all night
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7. |
Sister Catherine
02:57
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Stop hitting me with rulers
Stop telling me fictional lies
Your lord wants you on your knees
Society's guillotine
What's more dangerous lies or war
Ones not started without the other
Suicidal bombers promised pussy galore
Religious faith has brought nothing but gore
Sister Catherine, Sister Catherine
You can burn in hell
You treated me like shit
While you treat the other children well
Sister Catherine, Sister Catherine
Your a fucking cunt
You call it your faith
But I call it a fucking crutch
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8. |
Deported
02:13
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Your fired, fired, fired, fired, fired
Fucking fired from your life!
Say goodbye to your father
And your daughter and your wife!
Cause your deported!
Under martial law
You own nothing at all!
Your extorted!
You are all fucked
Under dictator trump!
Cause your DEPORTED!
EXTORTED!
DEPORTED!
EXTORTED!
Bigotry is now the norm
All LGBTQ rights erased!
He who does not conform
Shall get shot in the face!
Cause your deported!
Under martial law
You own nothing at all!
Your extorted!
You are all fucked
Under dictator trump!
Cause your DEPORTED!
EXTORTED
DEPORTED
EXTORTED
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Germ Circus Fargo, North Dakota
Vocals - Sami
Guitars - Sic Dog
Bass - Luke
Drums - BJ
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