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I see the confusion in your eyes
Some things you can never hide
And I cant stand to hear you talking shit about what you don't realize
I don't wanna be like you
Take your convictions and shove 'em up your ass
I don't wanna be like you
Fuck you!
Standard by-product of white-collar upper class
Whats wrong with you?
Cynical and ignorant yet condescending toward me
Whats wrong with you?
Look at yourself before you judge from your insecurities
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Whiskey Days
03:12
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Wanted to die when the sun came up, I couldn't face the day
My head is spinning and I’m still half drunk
It must be Saturday, but I’m not too sure
I can’t remember what I did last night to make me feel this way
My baby says that I need to grow up and turns her back on me
Leaving town to see a rock n roll show in the city tonight
Punk rock on the radio and a couple of tall boys and I’ll be feeling fine
I don’t care if they take me to jail when I get outta line
In the morning when my mind is gone, I’ll pay for my crimes
I’m sitting here just wasting time
The dreams I've long since left behind
Spent all my money on a bottle of whiskey
And now I've lost my way
Thrown it all away
For whiskey days
Thrown it all away
The liquor is to blame
I should have turned the page
Cuz now I can’t see your face
The road has gone astray
And now I’m so misplaced
Thrown it all away
For whiskey days
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Casualty
02:46
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I don’t understand the way we think
Our minds suffer from a common infection
I don’t understand the things we say
Our voices echo through an empty room
I don’t understand the way we fight
Our missiles poised like a political erection
I don’t understand the things we do
We've drawn the blueprints to our tomb
And I don’t understand how we can hate so unreasonably
This racist propaganda and this anger keeps us behind the wall
And I can’t comprehend the burning greed within the eyes of men
We see the price of everything and the value of nothing at all
There’s blood on these hands of mine…I’m a casualty
I’ll hang my head as ashes fall from the sky
Bloodstains on the hands of time…I’m a casualty
A casualty of suicide and we never ask why
We never ask ourselves why
A casualty of suicide
Blood is running down the face of the human race
All I can taste is bitter disgrace
As we’re laid to waste with such careless haste
Your mind is erased as you sit and wait to die
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My Baby's Crazy
01:46
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My baby’s crazy
She don’t understand the way I think
She says I’m running off the deep end with my problems
I try and tell her she’s the only one
But she’s a lunatic
I swear it’s never me
Bartender, make it a double shot
Cuz I can’t find the words to make her sane
Bartender, pour another round
You know I gotta find a way to kill my pain
My baby’s crazy
And she don’t like it when I drink
She says I’m a fucking asshole when I’m loaded
Cheap beer and Jagermeister set my mind at ease
You know she’s the reason
I've been drinking all night long
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Executive Control
02:40
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Caught in a crossfire of violence and hate
Leaders are born from what remains in the wake
Of social and political unrest
We find ourselves among the ranks of the oppressed
How can we walk with our heads held high?
Run by the system til the day we die
As the machines manipulate our world
Down with the authors of executive control
Independence, liberty
System of society will no longer succeed
Revolution, insurgency
We cannot compromise our individuality
There's something in the way
There's something in the way we think
And we don't know, we don't care
No sign of victory is in our sights
But the strength to rise above is in our minds
The towers fall as we wage our war
against the robots of executive control
Independence, liberty
Too many leaders, too many clones
Revolution, insurgency
Too many outcasts, too many fools
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6. |
Run Through the Circle
02:32
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How can you say it's all for nothing?
How can you say it's all a lie?
How can it be that I looked up to you?
And how come now we can't see eye to eye?
You can't open up your eyes
Take another shot of suicide
You tried killing time before
But now the time is killing you instead
You're hanging on by a string
You don't believe in anything
Got nowhere left to run
When there's a time bomb in your head
Its in your head!
1,2!
Run through the circle
3!
Ruin your mind
4!
Tell me another lie
1,2!
Run through the circle
3!
Shoot up a line
4!
Taking you for a ride
I'm sick of listening to you whining
I'm sick of listening to you cry
I can't stand it when you're falling down
I can't stand to watch you die
Hypodermic needle in your arm
Another minute and you'll be gone
Turn your back on your friends again
Only to fall down to your knees
Have a little and you'll feel alright
You're never gonna make it back tonight
Locked up in an empty cell
And now your dying to be free
To be free!
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Sunnyside of the Street
02:39
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Broken Bottles
02:08
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Seems like I've seen this place a thousand times before
No answers to our questions, no windows, no doors
Running in circles from something that I can't see
Behind my eyes there lies an emptiness that's taken over me
Dead or alive? Do or die?
There's got to be another way
Run and hide? Suicide?
These voices never go away
I'm losing my mind
And I can't feel the pain no more
I'm running out of time
And nothing feels alright tonight, oh no
Cut off from reason with a bottle in my hand
I'm locked inside this prison cell and no one understands
Running from the enemy, running from myself
I can't see the broken bottles
I can't see, there's no way out
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Stand and Fight
04:18
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There’s a firestorm on the rise in the Eastern sky
And we’re all in this together until the day our fears subside
Through all this death it’s so hard to remain so proud
But together we've become what we can never be without
Your hands are shaking and you've never felt so cold
As you walk through the valley of death down the unknown road
But you’re a hardened soldier steadfast from the scars of war
You take more than a man can bear and you still take more
Face down in the trenches it’s so hard to keep your head held high
You've been beaten and attacked and you've seen your brothers die
We stand alone but together as one through the violent night
If we’re all in this together then we’re gonna have to stand and fight
You left a memory of the good old days behind
On a bar stool back in England where the bullets don’t fly
Through all this death it’s so hard to remain so proud
But together we've become what we can never be without
You fight not for the honor and you fight not for your life
You fight for the cause and the brothers by your side
But the enemy is coming and good men are gonna die tonight
If we’re all in this together then we’re gonna have to stand and fight
Face down in a deep foxhole on the bitter front line
The echoes of the mortars send shivers down your spine
The gunshots are getting closer so you better lace your boots up tight
If we’re all in this together then we’re gonna have to stand and fight
You fight not for the medals and you fight not for your pride
You fight for the freedom of a thousand shattered lives
With bloodstained hands and gun smoke in your eyes
If we’re all in this together then we’re gonna have to stand and fight
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10. |
Generation Suicide
02:15
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CODE 4-15 Santa Barbara, California
California punk rock band based in Santa Barbara
Matt Wilson: Vocals, Guitar
Steve Meronk: Guitar, Vocals
Scott Barrett: Bass
Josh Lewis: Drums
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