FIGHT YOUR OWN FIRE (lyrics-JMST music-Mike)
Hang up flags when one of them dies I really don't think I understand why You're just like pigs without the guns Always ruining all my fun Just because you slide down a pole Doesn't mean you have control I need a fucking permit just to cook a burger, If I had my way, you'd all be fucking murdered.(Self explanatory)
WHERE'S THE SAUCE?(lyrics-JMST Music-Big D)
Took away our fun I guess it makes you proud We can't bring it back, But we can play fast and loud We'll always miss your grease and fat your food stained customers sporting syphillis and clap So where's the sauce, I need it now No DIY Pizza No where in town(Poppy's Pizza went out of business, and this is our Eulogy)
PUSHING THE WHITE BOX(lyrics/music-JMST)
Piss coming out of the pipe, Rolling down, ending someone's life. As we all sit and laugh, You stand up Covered in Crap (chorus)Pusing the White box, Dirtying someone's socks, Hit the thing with rocks, Push the fucking box Lights Camera Action, Tape rolling for satisfaction, Running town to town, knocking crap houses down (chorus)
STRUMPET(lyrics-Mike, Music-Big D)
What happened to self respect, You used to have a brain But tonight you'll be in his car again because every nights the same I don't get what's in your head, You know he just wants to get laid Emotions lose out to popularity And once again you play his game Cry tonight but we both know You'll just do it again Another guy with another lie and your on your knees again Does meaningless sex make you feel better? The answer is in your tears But I see you'll never learn, Stuck in this cycle for years (bridge)And tomorrow when he leaves you in the road You'll just go home and cry In the end to you its no surprise, But I still wonder why (I wrote this in 11th grade about a girl we were friends with and thought was a decent person, till she lost her virginity to some creep four years older than her, in a room with two other people watching.)
HEADBANGER'S BALL(music/lyrics-Mike)
Bring back the old days Of AC/DC, Iron Maiden and Slayer When all we did was rock hard and nothing else mattered Bring me back the days of spikes Of jean jackets and long greasy hair Whatever happened to Motorhead Anthrax and bloodstained guitars Tight pants Long Hair Leather jackets Let's Go (chorus)I miss Headbanger's Ball None of the new bands matter at all I miss Headbanger's Ball Death to false metal Whatever happened to playing fast, now its all so boring and slow Where's the warlock guitars and giant stacks These new kids will never know None of the new bands care anymore They're all just in it for the cash Go out to the new clubs if you want, I'll stay home with Slayer and relive the thrash Slayer Anthrax Sepultura Let's Thrash!(chorus)(This was inspired after our first show, seeing the singer of PH Low in a demin jacket with a huge Iron Maiden patch on the back)
ROUTINE IS MEAN (lyrics,music-Big D)
Say my band can't be my job Can't spare change and be a slob Thing about what you're saying Stop your bitching, stop restraining I know the idea's just so dumb, I guess I'm sitting here on my thumb You look at us, we don't compare 9-5, can't see me there (chorus)I don't wanna be a routine x3 Routine is Mean Falling like a domino, Pushing up the daisies You're acting like touring Is about being lazy Opressed till I die Is it ok to ask you why? I dont think you're being fair, I don't think you even care (chorus)(trying to explain DIY hardcore and the lifestyle behind making a band work to someone in mainstream society is probably one of the hardest things there is. People just can't fathom the idea of having a band, booking you own shows, recording your own stuff, and not being some superstar)
PUBLIC EDUCATION(lyrics,music-Mike)
Bring me here to educate me, All you do is desecrate me Give me detention for thinking alone When I voice my opinion, You call my home Train to be complacent and vote With a public education there's no hope Youth are brainwashed turned to zombies Slaves with white collars and Abercrombie (chorus)It gets hard just to survive Bring me here so I can die I just want to live my own life, all you do is give me strife Kill my brain, make me dumb Fail because of the social class I'm from Who made you god, what gave you the right To tell me I'm nothing and destroy my lifeHarass individualists until they drop out If they don't you'll expell them without a doubt Force your opinion on the entire class Those with their own graduate last (I wrote this in detention, inspired by mine and Darick's Living On Your Own teacher, who would call our houses because of the T Shirts we wore, etc)
I HATE POLICE(music-Big D Lyrics-Mike/Devin)
Treat me like a criminal Brag about beating up kids Act like you're above the law And you wonder what my problem is (chorus) I don't recognize your athority I don't cry when pigs die Your badge doesn't mean shit to me I don't cry when police die Just a capitalist tool to maintain control Discrimination against te mass with racist goal Their only motive profit, for the greedy corporations Their death is our only salvation(chorus)(This is about as close as we get to a political song. Partially inspired by the cops that would frequent Jiffy Mart when I worked there. Devin wrote the second verse 'cause I lost the lyric sheet when it was time to record)
FUCK YOUR QUOTE SHIRT(lyrics-Mike music-Dick Tater)
Your just jealous because the voices talk to me, well for some reason I don't find that funny, I'm sure that real schizophrenics don't either, so why don't you go overdose on ether (I wrote this about those shirts with messages like "I'm only wearing black until they make something darker" or "Don't Piss me off, I'm running out of places to hide the bodies". We all really hate seeing those shirts on local kids that think they make them look interesting. They're wrong. It was one of the first songs I wrote lyrics for, hence that last line not making any sense. I just added it because it rhymed)
MODERN MYTHOLOGY (music,lyrics-Mike)
Your savior, your christ Means nothing to me Put your faith in it if you want, but I just don't see How you can base life on a book by men And centuries-old stories Proven false time and again (chorus) I don't believe in jesus christ I don't believe in the bible Keep your dogma to yourself I'm not your mindless disciple Modern day science Has proven christianity false But still you play the part Afraid to be your own boss You think my life is blasphemous, First clean your own house With centuries of lies, deception and murder, I can do without (chorus)I don't believe in jesus christ I don't believe in gods might The truth it seems escaped your sight I don't need your wasted life(Written after a van full of guys gave me pamphlets on the bible and kept asking me what I was doing after work and when I got off. Fucking wierd. Believe what you want, but don't push it on me. The fact is, at 4 years old I heard AC/DC for the first time, and since then the Dark Prince and I have been pretty tight)
SONGS WE DIDN'T WRITE YET
EVERY TIME I (hear your band I want to)DIE(lyrics-JMST, no music yet)
I don't know how many bands I can hate Pull your hands from your eyes, I shit on your face With your spacers and gelled hair, Our bands better than yours, so there! Brand new hoodie at every show, you dont need me to tell you you blow Poison the Well? I hope they get raped Eat my shit and buy our fuckin tape Emo show and tell, c'mon, fucking spare me put your shirt back on, your burly ass is scary(This song isn't aimed at any one person or band, we just hate the whole "fashion core" trend. How you look should have nothing to do with how good your band is. Most of us got into hardcore to escape that "you have to look cool, or else" mentality, and now to see it pop up here really sucks. I mean, come on, Poison Idea didn't make it on their boyish good looks.)
ROBOCOP MASTURBATING(lyrics-JMST, no music yet)
20 inch rims and your crafty dual exhaust, between my ass is where you can floss 12 year old girls impressed by your speed kneepads and a straw is all you need (every time I see a suped up Honda civic with and "In Touch Electronics" decal I wanna throw a brick through the window)
