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Oh F*%$
He can't take it anymore
another twisted F*&% with another debt to score
took some guns and bullets out to the Interstate
found himself a grassy knoll and manufactured hate
Manufactured Hate
Manufactured Hate
Oh No
another 60 dead
all because you listened to the voices in your head
never on a watch list, or enemy of the state
just another morbid F*&% who manufactured hate
Manufactured Hate
Manufactured Hate
His God
is the only God
his race
is the only race
his war
is the only war
and we all must pay
Oh no
another good man down
controversy in the air before he hits the ground
stop the revolution before it is too late
just another government that manufactured hate
Manufactured Hate
Manufactured Hate
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Lyrics:
Gotta take a walk
Just a couple blocks
wanna save some time
so I'm gonna short a cut
but in the lane of death
can’t take a fucking step
needles on the brick
some homeless guys dick
why’s it even there?
does anybody care?
Drugs in the alley!
The cops do nothing!
Easier to die!
Easier to gentrify!
North South wrong way
East West Bloody Alley
Drugs in the alley!
Drugs in the alley!
North South wrong way
East West Bloody Alley
Drugs in the alley!
Drugs in the alley!
Cutting through the lane
Like every other day
There Maggy stands
countin all her cans
But what’s she gonna do
when she cashes out his cart?
A fentanyl injection
Going straight into her heart!
Chorus
Finally heading back
Cutting back through crack
Cardboard Steve hi!
I see you didn’t die!
Hows she fuckin go?
Cause that looks like it blows
I tell you fuckin what
Stand your ass up
Fuck this shitty lane
you’re a human fuckin being!
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Billboards they block the sun, brainwash all the young
Second hand or brand new, the choice my friend is up to you
Fumes from the factory, avarice it lacks in me
Can't we try to fix and repair?
Re-use, recycle no one cares
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Take what you want or use what you need
We live in a society that's full of greed
Make sure you're up to speed, make sure you're in the lead
Materialistic spending, it's a fucking disease
Consume don't look back, latest fashions what you lack
Out with the old in with the new, the old works fine but still won't do
Sweatshop is where it's made, landfill it's final grave
Blinded by shiny and plastic, spending money is fantastic
(chorus)
Will you take what you want? Or use what you need?
We live in a society full of fucking greed
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Lyrics
I won’t adjust to hate and war, won’t adjust to the corporate whore
I won’t adjust to inequality, I won’t adjust to police brutality…..nooo
Cause yes I’m maladjusted, I am maladjusted, well I think I’m maladjusted
Fuck ya, I’m Maladjusted
I won’t adjust to poverty, sure won’t adjust to stupidity
Can’t adjust to government control, won’t adjust to consumerism in a whole….nooo
Yes I’m maladjusted, I am maladjusted, well I think I’m maladjusted
Fuck ya, I’m Maladjusted
I won’t adjust slaving 9 to 5, I won’t adjust sit at my desk
I won’t adjust to live for work, Kiss my ass, I’m just not going to do it
Not gonna do it…..and you wanna know why ?
I won’t adjust to beating the Jones’s, I won’t adjust to
all the new toys
I won’t adjust what the TV tells me, fuck that , I do my own thinking
My own thinking….
Yes I’m maladjusted, I am maladjusted, well I think I’m maladjusted
Fuck ya, I’m Maladjusted
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We can’t bring bottled water on a plane
But it’s perfectly OK for us to carry a blade
Proxy war peace like a damaged beehive
International standard, since ‘45
Weapons to Iran-armed Contras kids
Keep ‘em weak & angry and their countries on the skids
Failed war fighting commies, funding Mujahideen
Our holy friend’s our enemy in 2018
The final solution for the shit-hole nations
We'll provide you with water and sanitation
Have you working like a slave for only two weeks vacation
Enlisting the priests for your indoctrination
Seed contamination taking
farmer’s rights away
All nations with Monsanto
and agree they will obey
Once Korea and the Middle East
agree to toe the line
Their diets will be westernized
by 2029
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don’t crash the party
just make me numb
you’re lost in mindscapes
help me catch up
i got lost in your head
now i want out
i could leave but instead
you'll chalk me out
liquored again
help me sober up
i could give in
to even out, yeah
don’t close your eyes
just close the blinds
realize
that the moon is tired
it’s 5 a.m.
our eyes are wide open
the night goes stale
when the sun shines in
it’s 9 a.m.
our eyes are still open
the night's gone stale
cuz the sun is shining
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Awake
Feeling rough and moody
Smelling chaos in the air
And sensing danger brewing
Into the madhouse of this world
Like a flame I’ll lick and curl
Into its corners and its edges
Up its walls and along its ledges
To awake
The rough and the moody
To seize the fuckin night
And dance as it’s burning
Your cornerstones will crack
As you stare into
The back of your masks
Counting fucking sheep
I count dark places in me
Jumping fences
In dead dreams
Eyes spread wide apart
And bursting at the seams
Cold sweat has taken over
Heavy fever and it grows
As I lie here wide awake
I can feel forever
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Warren never played a gig at Captain Tony's
Rocks his ukulele for stockholders
He might join the Coral Reefers yet
Jimmy, 40 million net off of a live show
Warren likes to stick to his bridge games, though
The former seems much more fulfilling
One is the richest guy alive
One's the best singer in a dive
They are both self-made millionaires
Jim's having more fun with his shares
Jimmy can leave a Parrothead crowd in awe
But he's not the wizard of Omaha
Playing high stakes corporate money games
Warren can't use Coke to mix a margarita
He needs to use Jimmy's own tequila
Fins to the left and to the right
One is the richest guy alive
One's the best singer in a dive
They are both self-made millionaires
Jim's having more fun with his shares
One is the richest guy alive
One's the best singer in a dive
They are both self-made millionaires
Jim's having more fun with his shares
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Direct Hit
Ticky ticky tripping side to side time for me to walk away
A little high I stand aside no I don’t wanna play
Sketchy sketchy flipping side to side don’t you try to block my way
I walk around you’re such a clown running round and round again
Well you decide if you want my direct hit
So step aside stop being such a prick
Feel the beats your face my fist
A direct hit , a direct hit
Shimmy, shimmy snaking side to side time to change your mind again
Come inside nowhere to hide , no I don’t want to hate
Twitchy, twitchy shaking side to side there’s no place to hide hell bent
You crossed the line nowhere to hide running round and round again now..
you decide if you want my direct hit
So step aside stop being such a prick
A direct hit , a direct hit, a direct hit
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I know you saw cause I saw you seen that
(You don’t believe that)
I know you know cause I saw you read that
(You don’t believe that)
Now you don’t talk, you just start to feed back
(You don’t believe that)
I sure hope that one day you’ll be back
One day - you’ll see
Commies on tv and a fear of refugees
Cold war’s over, just people hungry
Take a gun from me is to kill democracy
Cold dead hands don’t sound like being free
Bitching all the time about the stupid shit online
First world problems, glad to have mine
Can not recognize that you’re choking on the lies
You feed in scraps and myths of mankind
I know you bleed cause I saw you take that
(You gotta feel that)
I know you grieve cause I saw you regret
(You gotta feel that)
I know you’re back cause I seen you think straight
(You gotta feel that)
Stand for the ones that can’t stand to fight back
One day - you’ll see
Commies on tv and a fear of refugees
Cold war’s over, just people hungry
Take a gun from me is to kill democracy
Cold dead hands don’t sound like being free
Bitching all the time about the stupid shit online
First world problems, glad to have mine
Can not recognize that you’re choking on the lies
You feed in scraps and myths of mankind
Commies on tv and a fear of refugees
Cold war’s over, just people hungry
Take a gun from me is to kill democracy
Cold dead hands don’t sound like being free
Bitching all the time about the stupid shit online
First world problems, glad to have mine
Can not recognize that you’re choking on the lies
You feed in scraps and myths of mankind
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She's tearing me apart and I'm about to break
Fighting off this hate for you in more than I can take
You're the hole inside my lifeboat, you're the poison I can't cure
And you laugh while I burn
Woa-oh-oh-oh
Woa-oh-oh-oh
Woa-oh-oh-oh
Woa-oh-oh-oh
You weren't there for me when I was falling down
I was reaching for your hand to save me from the ground
But you didn't try to catch me, you just let me fall
You did not care at all
Woa-oh-oh-oh
Woa-oh-oh-oh
Woa-oh-oh-oh
Woa-oh-oh-oh
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Growing up is hard she’s going through changes and school’s a drag
She sits alone eating her lunch watching him read a thrasher mag
Shes’s wearing a cute pair of vans hair is invading her hands
She feels complete when she is near him she hopes that they will be together soon
She knows there won’t be any problems when they stroll together under the moon
She can’t believe it’s finally happening he finally asked her out on a date
She knows she should be chaining up but she’s so in love she just can’t wait
Yellow envelops her eyes her fangs are growing in size
Her transformation is complete on the weathered cobble street
He was met by his demise
Brightened by the starlit sky he rose again to take her side
They’ll be together together they'll be free
She turned in
He turned in
They turned in
To teenage werewolves
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Swing a club around a fire
Let the machismo inflate
Pound your chest as you regress
into a primal state
If you're spewing up oceans of impudence
you might get caught up in the squalls and swells
But you'll still stand to attention
at a ship's bell
You're standing on the ledge of a bridge,
why the hell would you think it through?
Cuz when one dog barks, then the pack is barking too
The pack barks too
The pack barks too
The pack barks too
You always sneered at those types
as you stood from afar
But now you find yourself singing
from their repertoire
You'll flip a car, smash a window
while you drink from the loving up
Vomit terms like "lapse of reason"
but no one laps that up
No one laps that up
Pumped fists and guttural chants
from a loud, dogmatic few
And common sense shrieks inside you head,
but nothing that it says is true
And you're standing on the ledge of a bridge,
Why the hell would you think it through?
Cuz when one dog barks, then the pack is barking too
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Fifteen seconds left on my quarter I’m gonna be the new high scorer Beer can rings and an old Corolla Waiting for the flood Stuck to you like blood Second verse about arcades Three dimensions stuck in caves Find my body in a shallow grave Preserved in the mud Stuck to you like blood Stuck to you like Blood Find my body in a shady room Digital bones in a digital tomb Wake me up but not too soon Poetry and crud Stuck to you like blood Fifteen seconds left on my quarter I’m gonna be the new high scorer Drown myself in Coca Cola Violence, peace and love Stuck to you like blood Stuck to you like blood
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You’re someone from so long ago- You’re someone that I used to know
I really hope that you’re doing fine- But right now I don’t got the time, because
Chorus:
I’m so glad you’re not my problem
I don’t wanna make amends
Even after all this time
I don’t need you as a friend of mine
I’m so glad you’re not my problem
So, you think that I really should care- But those feeling are going nowhere
There’s one thing I have found- I’m so glad you’re not around because
Chorus
I really wish that you’d leave me alone; your true colours have already shown
Sure, I’ll mourn you when you’re dead- I’m so glad that you’re not in my head
Chorus
Hey Johnny, I’m doing fine
Hey Johnny, don’t got the time
Hey Johnny, can’t afford the cost
Hey Johnny why don’t you stay lost
Bye, bye- so long
No, no, you’re wrong
Hey Johnny, can’t afford the cost?
Hey Johnny- why don’t you stay lost?
Hey Johnny, get lost!
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Just glad to have you home, back from the war.
You donʼt have to deal with the monsters anymore.
The ones that you see when you look in the mirror.
The image of yourself that those people learned to fear.
With the rifle that you shot, and the trigger that you pulled.
That little girlʼs heart, as her body went cold.
Donʼt talk about it much, itʼs not something I’d discuss.
How you went to war and learned about losing trust!
Just glad to have you home, back from the pen.
I hope you think twice before you defend yourself again.
I promise youʼll be fine as long as you stay in line.
Donʼt the crime, if you canʼt do the time.
That little girl was in the way as they took aim at you
And if I was in your shoes, it's the same thing that I'd do.
I'd grab ‘em by the throat, I'd throw them up against the wall.
Your the victim here and somehow all of itʼs your fault
We think we're pretty good at knowing who we are.
Weʼre monsters in disguise, until weʼre pushed too far.
Then out come the claws, we need to recognize our flaws.
Remind us being human often has a cost
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Paradise doesn’t exist anymore,
I smoked it all up like a big fresh zoot,
You know it, you know it’s getting hot in here,
We’re still waiting for the air to clear,
That’s right, that’s right, that’s right, right now,
That’s how we’re living for evermore,
Don’t wanna look out for your fellow man,
Gotta capitalize on everything you can. HUH!
We’re not cool, We’re not cool, We’re not cool, anymore,
We’re not cool, We’re not cool, We’re not cool, anymore,
We’re not cool, We’re not cool, We’re not cool, anymore,
We’re not cool, We’re not cool, We’re not cool, anymore,
Second verse still same as the first,
You’re fooling yourself if you think things will change,
Man’s a habitual animal bent on self destruction,
I envy the ones who are obsessed with abduction,
Here we are, here we go, go, go now,
We’re a straight up bunch, not asking for much,
Smash it up, take no shit and break it down,
Gotta take it from the bank, gotta take it to the town!
We’re not cool, we’re not cool, we’re not cool, anymore,
We’re not cool, we’re not cool, we’re not cool, anymore,
We’re not cool, we’re not cool, we’re not cool, anymore,
We’re not cool, we’re not cool, we’re not cool, anymore.
We’re dancing on the razors edge again,
We’re dancing on the razors edge again,
We’re dancing on the razors edge again,
We’re dancing on the razors edge again!
(repeat)
I’ll drink til I die, I’ll die til I drink,
They say it’ll kill ya but I’m already dead inside,
Always got my eye on the prize,
And the prize is a sweet and painless demise,
I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll do it for you,
Just gotta ask nice and say daddy please,
The furture’s not set there’s no fate but what we make,
You’re mother’s still pissed cause you’re a mistake!
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I see you're still here fucking with my ma
You can stay back and live in your zoo
I can see the spark ignite in your thighs
Boy were you raised on society's lies?
I don't care what you say
Same excuse different day
And I don't care why you fight
'Cause you know that I'm right
Dickhead
So fuck off away from here
We're all done with you
Your little slipper crocs too
Get all of your shit right outa our house
It's no good to us
You're such a putz
Get fucked!
And I don't care what you say
Same excuse different day
And I don't care why you fight
'Cause you know that I'm right
Dickhead
Oh here come's Dickhead, your boy's a dickhead
Lookout for Dickead, that good ol' Dickhead
Little Dickhead, ya shrimpy dickhead
Ya sicky Dickhead, what a dickhead!
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Back in 1987
punks like me were living in heaven
big black boots
and a leather jacket
cheap guitars
and a big loud racket
Let's steal a car tonight
maybe one of us will get in a fight
We didn't care about their dreams
all we wanted was Apartment Screams
crazy drugs and lots of booze
18 with nothing to lose
Let's burn this fucker down
hit the road, get out of town
smash a bottle across your face
I'm leaving this stupid place
I don't believe in you
you never spoke the truth
you tried to keep us down
but we can live underground
The world was upside down
and ruled by evil clowns
I had a friend named Kevin
way back in '87
nineteen eighty seven
nineteen eighty seven
nineteen eighty seven
in nineteen fucking eighty seven
Those days are gone forever
but I will make you remember
we kicked your wall apart
upset your apple cart
Tried to throw us all away
we're still here anyway
Punks today will still rise up
and take a pee in your coffee cup
like fire falling from heaven
you will remember '87
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I've got the fur, I've got the howl
I've got the fangs, the cape and the cowl
You're stuck in a monster movie
You're stuck in here and you're stuck with me
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
You're never gonna make it
Make it out of Derry alive
I am the scarecrow in the dark
I am the mummy in the park
I'll use their fear to salt the meat
Of all the people I'm gonna eat
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
You’re never gonna make it
Make it out of Derry alive
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As the dirt, hits the ground, I was lost and then found, by the truth I now hold in my hand, I've been told that the taste will increase even after the feast, here I come so sleep tight in this blackest of nights,
I have rose just to find, to take back ,what is mine, you can run, you can fly, but the end, it is nigh, did you feel deaths embrace, this invite on Sues face, come with me and take part as I digest your heart,
It's hard not picking at these open sores (the dead shall rise), like how all fools meet their demise (the dead shall rise), the bleeding cracks the walls of Jericho (the dead shall rise), the dead shall rise
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Do you recognize your hate
In this divide that we make
No compromise, no give and take
Why do I latch onto tribullism
I can't help but raise my fists against them
Forget the lines that have been drawn
This is not a battle to be won
Your common sense is indifference
Why do I latch onto tribullism
I can't help but raise my fists against them
Why do I regress to an animal
I can't help but lose myself control
Why do I latch onto tribullism
I can't help but raise my fists against them
Also, here's a link to a track by track article we did with New Noise Magazine back when we released the record. It describes a bit about the song and the meaning behind the lyrics. I don't know if it will be of any use to you, but I figured I'd send it along just in case!
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Never Coming Home
Verse 1
Like sand you fall
You fall so slow
(How are these lies, Holding up for you)
Your skins so pale
Just like a ghost
(Take it from me, Take it, take it from me)
The waters cold but not as cold
These crooked teeth it’s all your fault
I should have known, how could i know
You would have stole all of my thoughts
Chorus
You can go, you can go
Take everything you want from me cuz its all my fault
Do I really want to know what you did?
Paint it out for me, hang it on my wall
You can go, you can go
Take everything you want from me cuz its all my fault
I’m mapping out a path and I’m never coming home
Verse 2
I feel the force of this crushing weight
And I don’t blame you that you couldn’t stay
Cuz you’re creeping in
And I’m so jaded
I couldn't stand just to see your face
A second look is something I can’t take
Cuz my minds fading
I’ve been persuaded
Chorus
You can go, you can go
Take everything you want from me cuz its all my fault
Do I really want to know what you did?
Paint it out for me, hang it on my wall
You can go, you can go
Take everything you want from me cuz its all my fault
I’m mapping out a path and I’m never coming home
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V:1
This is about stock buy backs and fucking share holder dividends,
This is about stock holder bonuses and the D.R.I.Ps that keep on
giving,
This is about a financial windfall for the few that is forever growing,
This is about the Great Take, The Deepfake of those who walk that
white line they keep toeing,
Chourus:
I'm looking forward to my healthy dividends,
I couldn't careless where it comes from, as long as it makes me filthy
rich,
It's all about my bank roll baby, and it's continued upward trend,
I Don't care who you have to bleed out, as long as I get my bloody
dividends,
Bleed them out, Bleed them out, Bleed them out, Bleed them out,,,
I want to watch you bleed, come on, come on give it to me,
V2:
This is about my diverse ever expanding portfolios,
This is about trading and buying and selling all those sorry souls,
This is about how much I can take and how much I can control,
This is about wealth, power, blood money and a bigger better
bunker below,
Chorus :
I’m looking forward to my healthy dividends,
I couldn’t careless where it comes from, as long as it makes me
fucking rich,
It’s all about my bank roll baby, and it’s continued upward trend,
I Don’t care who you have to bleed out, as long as I get my bloody
dividends,
Bleed them out, Bleed them out, Bleed them out, Bleed them out,
I want to watch you bleed, come on, come on give it to me,
Chorus: repeat
Bleed them out, Bleed them out, Bleed them out, Bleed them out,,,,,
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You could stand for something , but your minds already set, you can't see a problem , no you can't see this shit .
Were puppets of the product, that we hold in our hands, supporting broken system , were supporting shady plans .
Lab rat, society . Lab rat , society .
You could stand for something, but your caught up in this trick ,
its obsessive consumption, and they're targeting your kid ,
but you can't see a problem , no you can't see this shit.
Lab rat, society . Lab rat, society
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We are proud to release our second annual edition of the Squamish Punk Night compilation!
Our boney overlord Axe the Heckler, immune from all disease, spent the past year traveling tirelessly from town to town and jam space to jam space, scouting some of the finest new DIY punk rock Canada has to offer.
Upon his return to Squamish this Spring, Axe did not disappoint. What he delivered is 36 hard hitting songs he says the world must hear.
This earnest effort has brought us a collection of DIY punk acts we soon hope to see hit the stage of Squamish Punk Night!