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Dear Landlord
04:04
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Dear Landlord,
This whole place is a mess. I'm dying from all the stress you're putting me through right now. You tell me that the rent is due. What of the things on you? This should not be allowed!
What have you done? You've never done nothing!
The sink's been backed up for weeks, there's a rat that I can hear squeak, and the broken stairs caused me to fall. And if that's not bad enough, I'm developing this cough from the mold in the walls.
What have you done? You've never done nothing!
This place - it should be condemned - and I cannot comprehend how I'm still alive. Yet, it's all I can afford, contributing to the hoard of slumlord left to thrive.
What have you done? You've never done nothing!
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We can't breathe
With your lies
Boot lickers
I despise
Small man using your knee to snuff out black lives
Step over the thin blue line and I'll show you who's got the time
Put your fists in the air and put down your gun
Step in the ring and we'll go
One!
One to one!
One to --
I won’t
Stand by
When rights
Denied
Small man pushing kids around with your trigger finger on your gun
Remember the third precinct? The fires have just begun
And when we come after you
Run, motherfucker, run
We'll set it off and we’ll go
One!
One to one!
One to --
(Whooooooa)
“Without a gun and a badge, what do you got?
A sucker in a uniform waiting to get shot.”
What
Would
You
Do
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3. |
I Will Let You Down
03:31
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I know it’s a mistake
To think that it’s too late
I will – I will let you down
Down
I’ll let you down
I won’t justify
Why I’m getting high
When I feel so low
About to let go
It’s part of who I am
I wish it wasn’t, man
Reject the words of Freud
Just embrace the void
I know it’s a mistake
To think that it’s too late
I will – I will let you down
Down
I’ll let you down
Anhedonia
Melancholia
Say I’m feeling fine
While I rot inside
I don’t want your help
Because I know myself
Don’t think “suicide”
I’m too damn stubborn to die
I know it’s a mistake
To think that it’s too late
I will – I will let you down
Down
I’ll let you down
The pills, the pills they’ll make me fine
The pills, the pills take too much time
The pills, the pills SSRIs
The pills, the pills my mouth is dry
The pills, the pills I’d rather have drugs
The pills, the pills drinking’s more fun
The pills, the pills they make me numb
Now I can’t cum
AND THAT’S THE ONLY THING I STILL LIKED!
I know it’s a mistake
To think that it’s too late
I will – I will let you down
Down
I’ll let you down
I will make you hurt
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4. |
Time Bomb
03:42
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Sad little kid in the living room
Stuck in this house it feels like a tomb
Wishing his mama never pushed him out of the womb
Mama was a drunk and daddy wasn't there
“What's love? No one seems to care”
Life can be so unfair…
Revolving doors, no man stayed
Bangin’ the walls to get paid
His sad eyes soon filled with rage
A judgment day, the end draws near…
Internalized hate, externalized fear
Of all things Black, Brown, Femme, or Queer
He grew up strong
He grew up so wrong
(With a gun in his hand)
That boy's a time bomb
Hateful eyes looking for reprise
Healing was something that he never tried
Manic pixie girl broke his heart last night
The anger grows, he's filled with spite
A few clicks away he's joined the alt-right
And everyday now he is out looking for a fight
“It was always HER fault!” in his eyes
Seed grows, anesthetized
“Gonna find a way to make them pay for my shitty life”
Climbed the tower that fateful day
Gun in his hand, I heard him say
“Gonna show them all what makes America great”
He grew up strong
He grew up so wrong
(With a gun in his hand)
That boy's a time bomb
No
No
No More time bombs
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It started off just a riff in his head
Became a song that all the kids lived
Johnny Thunders come lately
Johnny Thunders come lately
And now that he's dead and gone
They took that song selling cars and guns
Johnny Thunders come lately
Johnny Thunders come lately
My stomach turns and my brain hurts
Johnny rolls over and flips the bird
Johnny Thunders come lately
Johnny Thunders come lately
I never thought it would get this far
When KIA killed the pirate radio star
Johnny Thunders come lately
Johnny Thunders come lately
But the songs of my life live in you
But the songs of the night live in you
The songs that changed my life live in you
The songs about my life live in you
It started off just a riff in his head
Became a song that all the kids lived
Johnny Thunders come lately
Johnny Thunders come lately
And now that he's dead and gone
They took that song selling cars and guns
Johnny Thunders come lately
Johnny Thunders come lately
My stomach turns and my brain hurts
Johnny rolls over and flips the bird
Johnny Thunders come lately
Johnny Thunders come lately
I never thought it would get this far
When KIA killed the pirate radio star
Johnny Thunders come lately
Johnny Thunders come lately
But the songs of my life live in you
The songs of the night live in you
Those corporate fuckers are going to do what they do
Yeah they always do
Trying to control you
Fuck them
But the songs of my life live in you
The songs of the night live in you
The songs that changed my life live in you
The songs of my life live in you
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6. |
Dead Miles
03:37
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This one goes out to the life and times
Of all my friends who ever died
By their own hands
They were my friends
The last thing Bob ever said and done
Russian roulette behind Taco John’s
On East 6th
In front of some kids
And i don’t know how or why
Barbara died under Texas skies
But I knew
the pain in you
Hey, don't hesitate!
Check on your friends before it's too late
No matter how far I go
No matter what I do
These dead miles keep bringing me back to you
Johnny had a crash, a DUI
Shot himself in the heart to avoid
The sight,
Of his mother's eyes.
Donnie was railing pills that night,
With high proof liquor the sadness he couldn't fight….
It isn't right!
Katie tried, tried, and tried
so many times to end her life…
And now,
she’s gone too…
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7. |
Boomer Punx Fuck Off!
02:06
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When did punk rock get so tame?
No safe space back in my day
Nice shirt, kid. Name three songs
Yeah, I saw ‘em and then fucked your mom
Cash in your 401K
To buy a case of IPA
Boomer punks fuck off
Thinking that you’re better than me
Because of bands you got to see
Boomer punks fuck off
Fuck off, fuck you
Fuck off, fuck you
Boomer punks fuck off
You wouldn’t get it. You weren’t there
Nice shorts hippie, now cut your hair
I’d get in the pit but my back aches
That’s real pain you snowflakes
Your dreads they need rogaine
Find any excuse to complain
Boomer punks fuck off
Listening to you drone on and on
It’ll be better when you are gone
Boomer punks fuck off
Fuck off, fuck you
Fuck off, fuck you
Boomer punks fuck off
Nazis in the bar below
So why don’t people go to shows?
You stay there and get shitfaced
In no time you’ll replaced
Getting ready for the show
By putting powder up your nose
Boomer punks fuck off
Thinking that you’re so hot
Because that time you fucked Jeff Ott
Boomer punks fuck off
Stand in back just like a sculpture
Going on about cancel culture
Boomer punks fuck off
Spent your whole day in the queue
Getting tickets to blink-182
Boomer punks fuck off
Fuck off, fuck you
Fuck off, fuck you
Boomer punks fuck off
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8. |
Even Rock Stars Die Too
03:19
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It hits different when the 27 club turns 51
Too young to die, but too old to die young
Sad deaths alone in motel rooms
I found oblivion between the bed and the spoon
I never wanted you to leave
But I heard the bells chime
Cuz even rock stars die too
It's just a matter of time
I would tell you, “You're not in the wrong”
“We just wanna hear you play your songs”
To see the look of Joy spread across your face
As the beat drops, the hook carries you away
I never wanted you to leave
But I heard the bells chime
Cuz even rock stars die, too
It's just a matter of time
I don’t wanna go back to high school
But those songs you wrote really got me through.
Do you remember the shape of your last breath?
Looks like a pack of smoked cigarettes
And it makes me think about the fact of my mortality…
That historic, predestined eventuality
And ain't it funny, I'm so goddamn happy…
To have shared this moment with you while we were still breathing
I never wanted you to leave
But I heard the bells chime,
Cuz even rock stars die too
It's just a matter of time!
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9. |
Mr. Yukkk
02:27
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Oh my,
Little baby with your Bow tie,
NB candy going to make you cry
Feeling sexy, confused, and plotting a ruse
Decoy,
With a story about a soy boi
Rolling coal in your Tonka toy
You can't compensate when you're tucking for Tate
Fascist fingies trying to pluck
Uncle Sam is making the bucks
Can you see our freedom getting sunk?
Know your enemy, that is the crux
Deploy
Tiki torches for the Proud Boys
A sucker punch and you know what?
That Nazi did not see that coming at all
The score:
Not a Civil but a T.E.R.F. War
J.K. LOL Rollin on floor
Nobody wants your books anymore!
Those fascist fingiies running amok
Hate breeds hate from dawn to dusk
Everything's feeling so in flux
Made in America, made to destruct
Woe, Mr. Yukkk…
We’ll stay woke, get untucked!!!
We hate your guts, we think you're nuts,
You really suck
You schmuck
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I never expected you to understand this message
Because you’re too goddamned self-absorbed
Watching as you stagger through the wreckage
Delusional as you pile on scorn – while we mourn
No one said the devil’d be ugly
Take away your pain and misery
Lead you to the gallows
Drown you in the shallows
Fight your lost battles my friend
The devil will be here for you again
The devil will be here for you in the end
Push away those who were here for you
Pretending at superiority
Trying everything we can do to break through
While you play at authority – masking insecurity
No one said the devil’d be ugly
Take away your pain and misery
Lead you to the gallows
Drown you in the shallows
Fight your lost battles my friend
The devil will be here for you again
The devil will be here for you in the end
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The Burn Vault Minnesota
Four dudes who decided to keep playing punk rock instead of slowing down in our old age.
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