1. |
Give Me Your Hand
02:39
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In pieces all over the floor
I feel useless and I know the score
A broken wreck all shattered and worn
I’m lazy and worthless and better not born
And I can’t let you just give up and quit before you start
And I’m not going to sit and watch you tear yourself apart.
For every break-up, for every breakdown,
just keep your head up, I won’t let you down
Trust me when I say it will be fine
Just give me your hand
Just give me your hand
Just give me your hand
Just give me your hand
My life’s a mirror that I’ve dropped on the floor
My night’s a bottle that I bought from the store
Wanna be sedated like Joey Ramone
Talking to myself so I don’t drink alone
And I can’t let you just give up and quit before you start
And I’m not going to sit and watch you tear yourself apart.
For every break-up, for every breakdown,
just keep your head up, I won’t let you down
Trust me when I say it will be fine
Sunk to the bottom, can’t see the top
The hits keep coming, will it ever stop?
Takes all I got just to keep it together
Not letting go, we’ve been friends forever
And I can’t let you just give up and quit before you start
And I’m not going to sit and watch you tear yourself apart.
For every break-up, for every breakdown,
just keep your head up, I won’t let you down
Trust me when I say it will be fine
Just give me your hand
Just give me your hand
Just give me your hand
Just give me your hand
GO
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2. |
Here We Go Again
03:14
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Here we are again on the edge of mutual destruction
Back by popular demand
Empowered by new facts of dubious construction
Blissfully unaware until the screaming began
And all anybody knows (Here we go again)
Is which way we’re told to go (Here we go again)
And all anybody cares (Here we go again)
Is they don’t have to share (Here we go again)
And the hate we have to face, while the rich protect their place
Doesn’t anybody dare
Forced into conflict modern social fabrication
with a healthy dose of apathy
Made to choose against our own best interests
in service of some corrupted beliefs
And all anybody knows (Here we go again)
Is which way we’re told to go (Here we go again)
And all anybody cares (Here we go again)
Is they don’t have to share (Here we go again)
And the hate we have to face, while the rich protect their place
Doesn’t anybody dare
Convinced and influenced to turn on one another
Raised to serve some recycled paradigms
Taught whole new ways to hate and fear the other
all through some pseudo-intelligent design
And all anybody knows (Here we go again)
Is which way we’re told to go (Here we go again)
And all anybody cares (Here we go again)
Is they don’t have to share (Here we go again)
And the hate we have to face while the rich protect their place
And the lies that we are told, empty bills that we are sold
And the rights that we have lost, and the mounting human cost
Doesn’t anybody dare
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3. |
Nothing Left
02:17
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The father, son,
my father’s ghost
Prescribed the drugs now I’m diagnosed
I’m properly medicated, sufficiently I’m sedated
I’m trying to meditate and I’m upping the dose
I’ve got nothing left and I can’t find nothing right
And I can’t stop seeing scary shit whenever I turn out the light
If were any kind of friend I’d tell you it’s not worth your time
And if you were any kind of friend you’d tell me things will turn out fine
First thing in the morning, I check my horoscope
The answer’s always the same man, a big ol cup of nope
Overthinking excuses and reasons ad finitum
The answer’s pretty simple man, I do things ‘cause I like ‘em
I’ve got nothing left and I can’t find nothing right
And I can’t stop seeing scary shit whenever I turn out the light
If were any kind of friend I’d tell you it’s not worth your time
If you were any kind of friend you’d tell me things will turn out fine
I’m climbing down off the shelf
on a search for my mental health
just trying not to lose myself
trying to face the day
It’s not how it used to be
I’m just trying to get used to me
But I know that you’re there for me
And I will find a way
I’ve got nothing left and I can’t find nothing right
And I can’t stop seeing scary shit whenever I turn out the light
If I was any kind of friend I’d tell you it’s not worth your time
If you were any kind of friend you’ll tell me things will turn out fine
I’ve got nothing left
I’ve got nothing left
I’ve got nothing left
But I will find a way
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You lost your job, it’s overseas
Being done by pre-teen Vietnamese
You got laid off, just got the boot
There goes your boss in his golden parachute
Turn on the news, it raves and rants
FOX tells you to blame some fucking immigrants
We know the choice made in the end
Was by the company to pay the dividend
Corporate profits rise (WHAT DO WE GET)
A middle-class demise
Guns out on the streets (WHAT DO WE GET)
Dead bodies at our feet
Why’s gas so high? Another lie!
Their record profits show while we’re just getting by
They call us partners, part of a team
Try to stop you overthrowing their regime
They call you heroes, they thank you hearty
They can’t afford your raise but here’s a pizza party
When they cry, no one will work
The truth is no one wants to work for fucking jerks
Corporate profits rise (WHAT DO WE GET)
A middle-class demise
Guns out on the streets (WHAT DO WE GET)
Dead bodies at our feet
There’s got to be another way, I hope we find it soon
Because if things don’t change (WHAT DO WE GET)
Angrier than you
You fought the system, you screamed and shout
Now you are the machine we raged about
you never learned what the words meant
Now you’re trying to defend the 1 percent
And all your anger, it’s fabricated
It’s a lie ‘cause all you have now is your hatred
And while you wonder, who’s left you hurting
Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain
Corporate profits rise (WHAT DO WE GET)
A middle-class demise
Guns out on the streets (WHAT DO WE GET)
Dead bodies at our feet
There’s got to be another way, I hope we find it soon
Because if things don’t change (WHAT DO WE GET)
Angrier than you
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5. |
American Dream
03:28
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All men are created equal with life and liberty
A promise of health and riches and opportunity
We wait on our leaders to give us prosperity
but they keep the wealth we get inequality
They sell us on an American Dream, credit cards high interest loans
They buy up some family farms to build their beautiful homes
Facing down the community with your qualified immunity
They give us guns so we don’t build the guillotines
You can’t pull up your bootstraps when you got no boots
You can’t answer question they ask after they shoot
If you want to make it big all you gotta do is work
But the bosses pay you crumbs and they keep all the perks
They sell us on an American Dream, credit cards high interest loans
They buy up some family farms to build their beautiful homes
Facing down the community with your qualified immunity
They give us guns so we don’t build the guillotines
The rich get richer while all of us are stuck
The politicians bicker ‘cause they don’t give a fuck'
They blame us for our struggles to keep us in our place
They take all our money and blast off into space
They sell us on an American Dream, credit cards high interest loans
They buy up some family farms to build their beautiful homes
Facing down the community with your qualified immunity
They give us guns so we don’t build the guillotines
I got mine, fuck you
I got mine, fuck you
I got mine, fuck you
I got mine, fuck you
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These feelings keep burning inside of me
I’m consumed by a fire that no one can see
These methods are useless been through and tried them
Waves crash over me but I’m too tired to ride them
Helpful suggestions they pool on the floor (YEAH)
Are the meds even helping, I’m not even sure (YEAH)
Everything is a battle, each decision a load
I have to pull over wanna drive off the road
The ringing in your ears
The ringing in your ears
The screaming in your head
You’re paralyzed with fear
You’re paralyzed with fear
You’re wishing you were dead
I’m losing battles that I fight with myself
I can’t get a handle on my own mental health
Enemies surround me that I can’t see to hit
Self-harming acts I force myself to commit
I promise myself but some things just won’t keep (YEAH)
the dreams don’t come because I just don’t sleep (AWWW)
Can’t shake this pressure, these changes come on
Things will be better after I’m gone
The ringing in your ears
The ringing in your ears
The ringing in your ears
The screaming in your head
You’re paralyzed with fear
You’re paralyzed with fear
You’re wishing you were dead
The ringing in your ears
The ringing in your ears
The screaming in your head
The nightmares reappear
The nightmares reappear
You fear what lies ahead
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7. |
Secondhand Kid
03:03
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Every cheap hood makes his own choice,
picked me off a pile of misfit toys
Raising me up like I was your own,
giving me a place that I could call home
Holding me high, teaching me why, hiding me when the cops came by
So I just wanna say thanks for all that you did
For taking me in when I was a kid
You don’t have to be right, don’t dress like a bum
You’re good as they are, remember where you come from
Never making me feel like a secondhand kid
Giving up stuff that I know you liked,
doing your best for two kids and a wife
Never felt like I didn’t belong, I may not be right but you ain’t wrong
Setting me straight, keeping me late,
never quitting on me and letting me skate
And I just wanna say thanks for all that you did
For taking me in when I was a kid
You don’t have to be right, don’t dress like a bum
You’re good as they are, remember where you come from
Never making me feel like a secondhand kid
Making sure that I always felt part of the family right from the start
Showing me what it means to care, well I may be here but I’m not all there
Wish I got to see you again before you were gone
And I just wanna say thanks for all that you did
For taking me in when I was a kid
You don’t have to be right, don’t dress like a bum
You’re good as they are, remember where you come from
Never making me feel like a secondhand kid
Thanks for taking a chance on this secondhand kid
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8. |
Bars, Scars and Guitars
02:58
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Woke up today and I stared outside
How did I get here? How did I get this life?
Grew up, settled down, worked hard day and night
I tried to fit in but I never felt right
Go out, meet friends, make small talk and chat
All the normal shit I was never any good at
People laugh and ask why I’m still singing in this band?
And after all this therapy (Therapy)
For what this life has done to me (Done to me)
All I want for you to see
That it’s bars and scars and guitars for me (Bars and scars and guitars)
I don’t belong I don’t feel trusted
Can’t talk to people I’m mal-adjusted
Can’t make friends maybe I’m just selective
Got to admit I may be defective
All day long songs playing in my head
Go to bed at night think I’m better off dead
It makes me ask why I’m still singing in this band
And after all this therapy (Therapy)
For what this life has done to me (Done to me)
All I want for you to see
That it’s bars and scars and guitars for me (Bars and scars and guitars)
(Woah oh weoh) Well fuck the rules, I got a chip on my shoulder
(Woah oh weoh) I’m not growing up, I’m just getting older
Finally realized the problem’s not me
It’s trying to be a person that I that I can’t be
I’m only happy with a drink in my hand
Surrounded by friends and playing in this band
Trying to be normal is a losing fight
There ain’t nothing wrong with not being quite right
All this just reminds me why I’m still singing in this band
And after all this therapy (Therapy)
For what this life has done to me (Done to me)
All I want for you to see
That it’s bars and scars and guitars for me (Bars and scars and guitars)
(Woah oh weoh) Well fuck the rules, I got a chip on my shoulder
(Woah oh weoh) I’m not growing up, I’m just getting older
(Woah oh weoh) All this time it’s plain to see
(Woah oh weoh) that it’s bars and scars and guitars for me
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Red Die Number Nine Baltimore, Maryland
Combining the raw energy/aggression of hardcore with the rhythm/power of hard rock. It's a rage fueled juggernaut steaming down the rails of chemical imbalance right into yer brain pan. And it rhymes.
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