1. |
The Mutt (demo)
03:44
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A friend of a friend's party and some apocalyptic drunk
The rest are awkwardly socially awkward
But I, well I give zero fucks
We're all gonna die with so much regret
If we don't let loose
Get up and say hi to those we have not met yet
I must ask about your handlebar moustache
And where you bought that sake beer
House pet, the best conversational started
And yet, the mutt's your only friend
Pitbull, husky, pomeranian, golden retriever
Black lab, yellow lab, black lab, yellow lab
Scottish terrier, corgi and a dalamation
Black lab, yellow lab, black lab, yellow lab
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2. |
Youngins (demo)
03:06
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Listen up! You only live once
Make no plans for the future, you just wanna have fun
Cut the crowd! It's bound to get loud
Keep the drama undercover or in the lost and found
It feels right so take your pocket knife
Pierce a hole through the beer
Chug it 'til it's done with like you just don't care
Light them up! Go on a blunt run
Take the drugs, there's no pressure
You only take one
Crush the pill! You know you will
Take a Lincoln from your wallet, roll up the bill
It feels right so take your pocket knife
Pierce a hole through the beer
Chug it 'til it's done with like you just don't care
Pass the bend, follow them
Roll the keg, shout who's next
We've got all youngins here, lined up for beer
Hold you upside-down 'cause the party's now
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3. |
Dear Journal
02:54
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Big money won't make you happy
Doug Funny forget about Patty
You greed for their attention but still you're not happy
Stolen Stoli, so damn trashy
You're at the bottom of your bottle and the top of your pony
Loud and lonely screaming something sappy
Don't let the world turn you into Roger Klotz
He has a good heart beneath it all
Dear journal this is your atypical emo song
Our faces beaming brightly but we're sad at the same time
Find your Skeeter and never let him go
We all need real friends until the end
Dear journal this is your atypical emo song
Our faces beaming brightly but we're sad at the same time
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4. |
Captain Oats
01:41
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A warmness when I see your smile
A firmness in your voice I haven't heard in a while
I want this light to wrap around
Our weaknesses, put an end to this darkened town
'Cause to know you is to love you
To know you is to love you
To know you is to love you
To know you is to love you
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5. |
Bad Thursday (demo)
02:55
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Why bother? There is no heaven
Hallowed by our pain
Your victims come imprisoned and dumb
No worth as it is in this Hell
Take us that night your nightly dread
And punish us all our friendly actions
As we punish those working for us
And lead us far into damnation
But blither us in your cathedrals
God damn, for the prison, the weakness, the shame is ours
Forever and ever and ever
Live us this day, our daily lies
Girl in the room, lean on that crutch
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6. |
Brady 80
04:42
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Sixth round pick, three-layer dip
Crowd the TV, touchdowns and hoagies
Pass the ball and guacamole
A common comrardery
Help Brady put up on the board 80
And get another Superbowl ring
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7. |
Princess Sparkle
03:41
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A warmness when I see your smile
A firmness in your voice I haven't heard in a while
I want this light to wrap around
Our weaknesses, put an end to this darkened town
'Cause to know you is to love you
To know you is to love you
'Cause to know you is to love you
To know you is to love you
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8. |
44444 (demo)
05:35
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The bags under my eyes will never go away
I won't see me old. I won't see me gray
At this rate that's ok. At this time I will age
At this rate that's ok. At this time I will age
The bags under my eyes will be my body bag
As I follow them into the grave
This will lift my curse. Close them with the earth
This will lift my curse. Close them with the dirt
My kind is sunken into skull and into dirt
Stung by holy water after blessed with birth
At this rate that's ok. At this time I will age
At this rate that's ok. At this time I will age
My kind is living dead in the hull of an unmanned ship
Our sails are broken so we're grateful when we sink
This will lift my curse. Close them with the earth
This will lift my curse. Close them with the dirt
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9. |
May
02:53
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A cold snow day on your parade
We all want to catch the sun with our tongues
But our mouths freeze every night
A warm heart in a cold-blooded body
We're everyone
We hide our guns
My waves will heat us and it'll be enough
to bring back every blooming flower
and thaw all of humankind
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Panzerchocolate Providence, Rhode Island
Postal punk. We deliver the goods.
Bryan Dee - guitar
Marina - bass
Tyler North - drums
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