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Social Disaster
01:44
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Social Disaster
And when the end comes you’ll be wrongfully mistaken
That time will come along you’ll see you were wrong
And there’s something you should know
There’s nothing you can do now so forget about it
And at times I think you know
But you just get fucking angry like some bitch in a hole
You turned into a bastard a social disaster is all that you have become
And I can’t stand where you’re coming from
And when your time comes they won't be there when you need them
And when your words die you destroy your kind
This is the end of it you know
There’s nothing you can do now so forget about it
And at times I think you know
But you just get fucking angry like some bitch in a hole
You turned into a bastard a social disaster is all that you have become
And I can’t stand where you’re coming from
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2. |
Animal Dreams
02:12
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Animal Dreams
In his dreams writing about his friends
He cries into his mic an honest
Recollection of mammalian indecencies
Birthrights on these moonlit nights outside
And he could hear their voices clearly
As they rang out in the night
Their chorus rose in unison
And their shadows danced a free and sacred vale
And the men with their plowshares
Left them with next to nothing
A neon crucifix and a solitary man
In his dreams he tried to save their world
Culture and their puppet shows with humans
As their marionettes strung up by their dorsal fins
To show them all they could never win
And as their flesh met steel and saw
For every inch that they won
Well there seven more they lost
This solitary man can’t cop that mortal cost
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Greyhound Killer
02:20
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Greyhound Killer
I pecked out his eyes a crow with a knife hellbent on a cide can’t decide what type
I gotta end a life my kids and my wife can meet me on the other side of bars
I’m polishing the scars merit badges let me know I’m still in control
Now I am here, here in my cell I’m speaking to god less often
But that can change I’ll rehabilitate and find him again
I’ll speak to him in faith and they’ll let me out so I can kill again
The Greyhound Killer
You thought it was safe to travel there and then you saw my cold dark stare
And now your head is mine
Now a ferry to the isle I’m cruising down the aisle
Gun in hand got a plan and a sinister smile
I’m laughing all the while the people I’m blowing away it’s easier this way
Take your last breath the angel of death is here
You thought it was safe to travel there and then you saw my cold dark stare
And now you fucking die
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Diesel Machine
02:06
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Diesel Machine
The bowl is cashed and I need to reup from my stash
Blast counterattack machine cuts deep into my sac
And it stays in place a volcanic eruption blaze for shame
Two bags and a panic attack well it’s not crack but I’m thrashed
It’s my sweetest green diesel machine
And I heard this shit helps cancer patients breathe
My sweetest green machine
It’s my swish I fade out of murky waters wade
Mist mountain escape the tar pit sinkhole pursuaze
Blasted off my Vulcan haze red planet malaise
Twist jointed relate off of old saucer and on to plate
My sweetest green diesel machine
Forget to turn you off
It’s my sweetest green diesel machine
And I heard this shit helps cancer patients breathe
My sweetest green machine
I’ve got to enjoy myself while I’m on this ride
So why should I deprive myself of a private enterprise
I blame your police state
It’s my sweetest green diesel machine
Forget to turn you off
It’s my sweetest green diesel machine
And I heard this shit helps cancer patients breathe
My sweetest green machine
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Left, Right and Crazy
02:59
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Left Right and Crazy
Can’t see check my mirrors and inventory
Are my squadmates on a lucky streak
And do they have another Lucky for me
Dodge that jogger who’s playing Frogger
Hopefully later I’m not playing Sorry
Sometimes wheelbound my mind breaks off into its own world
And I’ll drift between them lines and breathe heavy exhale
Indecision painful gasps at another life
A rapid transition into new agony
And there’s an urgency
To get to the conclusion of my day a completed stage
Yeah it stems from a second player syndrome that casts its
Shadow over recent arthritic pain
Reset new challenges await
Troubled thoughts make every day a mockery
Angry act make later daft apology
Stay home brew me screw me sleep mentality
As clever puns allude to my mortality
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6. |
Medical Tourism
01:42
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Medical Tourism
Way down South of the border
Down Mexico way
There’s a place where you can get some help
You won’t really have to wait too long
And there’s a mariachi band
There to meet you take the nurse’s hand
Rush away from the place where you are oppressed
To care for your health
Medical tourism to clean up the mess
Relative service at minimal expense
Say goodbye to waiting times
But say hello to staph infection
Did you forget protection?
We’ll take away the pain, minimal shame
No brochures or religious sermons
But cash up front without insurance
Rush away from the place where you are oppressed
If you care for yourself
Medical Tourism will work for the less
Fortunate souls who must still be aborted
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7. |
Hoot Poop Good to Go
02:32
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Hoot Poop Good to Go
Hoot poop good to go let’s fucking start this show
Fuck that promise I made I need a salad day
I’ll smoke another bowl and play
Connect to fun I need an upgrade for my gun
Mark first shoot later and we gotta mp
Smoke weed in between each day
I’d say I’d rather not be purchasing
Any weapon that I might need to slay
Hoot poop good to go let’s fucking end this show
Hey bro how’s your head is there someone by the shed?
I’ll take a lookie see, leave him to me I’m a brawler
Shoot first mark later return for another hoot
Stomp hopes and faces under boot
I’ll feel like a deathmatch braj will it be enough?
I need something fucking new
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8. |
Candle
02:24
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Candle
Deride my mind on my dab ride
Excise all else but my prize
Deregulate my new enterprise
Shat night forgot about sat night
Date night I’d rather sate my
Guy pride ascending a mile high
Moving down stateside to alleviate my
Fear of the law fear of you all I can hear her call
Farm to Table hands be stable can’t finish it all
The apple of my eye shatter
Once again I fail to properly clean my nail
And now I’m lighting a candle
A little tiny flame
Around this piece of metal
Driving me insane
Now it’s a pyre
Cough and cry but laugh the lie that makes my mind so well-defined
Give me one give me more give me all clear this stress
It’s a full frontal assault on fear of death
Pass the torch break the glass clear my head
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9. |
Uncle's Basement
02:32
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Uncle’s Basement
I said please back when we were living south of 60
Would you take me to Chuck E Cheese?
But that’s not what uncle had in store for me
It was actually his basement
And I remember those dark stairs
Feeling I probably wasn’t safe because you were impaired
Down below I didn’t find air hockey table of which you spoke
Just a camera a bottle and some Akwesasne smokes
You said you were taking me to Chuck E Cheese
But you only took away my dignity
And I got it back when I turned thirty
When I poisoned his fish
And I remember all the lye and the ditch that I dug behind the fence
And every time I go riding by I can still smell the stench
Of his rotting flesh and it makes me stay
I should have known that the neighbors would see me dancing on his grave
And call the GRC
You said you were taking me to Chuck E Cheese
But you got me locked away in cell block D
And now I’m getting anal raped bi weekly
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10. |
Hickory Huey
01:12
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Hickory Huey
Now living alone in the woods he starts all the fires
One night these kids came and slashed his tires
Pissed in his shed and stole up his bread
And so he loaded his shotgun with lead
And put a couple fucking slugs in each of their heads
He takes off into the forest rangers and officers all in pursuit
He was hiding in a beaver dam with weeks of rations he brought his wet suit
He had to exercise the lessons taught by his opa and pa
A woodsman they had wrought he’ll never be found he’ll never get caught
He’s Hickory Huey
He’s hiding in the chasms amidst the briars and badgers
He missed stop lights and ladders
And he’s watching you
He sees what he can’t have and it must burn
Just as his soul surely one day will
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11. |
Bloodsport
01:37
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Bloodsport
a summons to appear in court
high fine for my online retort
ain’t social media a bloodsport?
well i will have my day
that judge will say comments i made
shattered you securities gave you ptsd
The label you gave me a cyber bully
or are you just a stupid twat?
and if i'm a fuck well i know i'm a fuck
but at least i don't waste your time
a summons to appear in court
high fine for my online retort
I know this shit is a bloodsport
But I will have my say
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12. |
Drive
02:42
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Drive
Welcome to Strata Payments
No time to slave to pavement
But I remember when we barely survived
Somehow we thrived
That shelter seemed to offer more
I like having my own door for sure
Buying in selling out property is owning me
So I'll struggle with the best of choices
I feel just like a cannon holstered
I need to just go off so I can feel alive
So come on let’s drive
That shelter seemed to offer more
I like having my own door for sure
Buying in selling out property is owning me
And even on the best of days
I long for the worst of days on the road
That shelter seemed to offer more
I like having my own door for sure
Buying in selling out property is growing these
Distances between you and me
The miles we won’t walk to build the foundation
The places we won’t go to secure the walls we know
The faces we’ll forget they’ll become just regrets
Of a time when we were young
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Fableway Victoria, British Columbia
Melodic Skate Punk
Originally formed in 96' Terrace B.C. Canada
Based in Victoria B.C. Canada since 2004.
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