1. Pits & Poisoned Apples
2. Death And Taxes
3. Cheap Shot Youth Anthem
4. Cop Out
5. Handy With The Tongue Sword
6. Living Daylights
7. Introduction To The Opposites
8. Gate 68
9. Troy's Bucket
10. Rufus Wants A Hug
11. Got A Minute?
12. The Penske File
13. Rid Of The Losers, Bring On The Cruisers
14. Three's A Party
15. S.O.S.
16. Two For Flinching
17. Birthday (Token Entry cover song)
18. Give 'em The Ripped One
Pits & Poisoned Apples
if i never had a point, then what am i driving
home? i push through all the bullshit just waiting for the fall.
give an inch... you want a foot. i can't take it. not at this
time in my life. it's not enough for me to be who i am. it's
never enough for you to try to understand. so, i'll stop trying to
prove something that i can't, cause i'll never get through to you.
Death And Taxes
alarm clock rings, i crawl out of bed. i'm
not looking forward to what lies ahead. all day i'm like a zombie,
the working dead. today's gonna be a boring day. i know it.
i'm not interested in what i'm doing. i show it. i wish that
i could walk away. you know? we're all the same. would
happiness be worth the wait? would all the mondays be worth the pain?
some say they'll see. i don't agree. nose to grindstone.
everyday i walk to work and say, i wish that i could go somewhere where
time's not despised, clocked in and put in line, but "that's the way it
goes." spending our years pinned as slaves. tired and under-paid,
while no one ever knows what life's about. work to survive until
we're 65 and then it's time to die. nose to grindstone. everyday
i walk to work and say, "i wish that i could go." working so hard
just to survive, until we're 65 and then it's time to cry with the rest
of them. die with the best of them. we lie to ourselves and
think that life's exciting. we cry... we die. we lie... we
die without ever knowing what we could have done with ourselves.
Cheap Shot Youth Anthem
i remember ten years ago, hard to stay out of trouble
when there's no place to go. killing out of line. we threw
all caution to the wind. it was hard enough just to be a kid, let
alone deal with the problems i was given. i didn't care what youth
had to offer. it seemed it was "in". call us up and play a
show, say "it's over 21" and we'll say, "hell no!" cause it's all ages!
i see it all around me everyday. kids are bored and surrounded by
negativity. killing time out line cause they're kept away.
influences come from every side and i don't want to be a part of troubling
your lives. so, if they don't let you in, then we're not gonna play.
just because you're not 21, that's not supposed to mean you can't have
any fun. so, come out and raise your fists high, stage dive, and
forget about what they say. dance the night away.
Cop Out
hey dictator! instigator! never draw
the line. you think your right to settle's your right to destroy.
knights with armor and nightsticks deploy. humane vision cuffed up
tight. book expression. arrest some rights. remain silent?
waive the right and you'll beat and cheat. law enforcer, you've become
a hater... a licensed killer. it's ok you can cover your tracks.
kick the dirt over staining facts. you wonder why you're hated?
well, let me tell you... at times your power trip goes a bit too far.
that's how the story goes... because you wrote it. if the story folds
then you'll rewrite it, won't you? i think you will. protecting
your ass. serving your ego. now i understand why people...
now i understand why some people... they call you a pig.
Handy With The Tongue Sword
sling your mud muckraker, baby kisser, money taker.
did i mention you're a campaign faker too? what's the name of your
game? what's your goal? an election race based on shit talking?
you're the reason that i'm not gonna vote.
Living Daylights
buckle down. bury my fate. let's go
in another direction. responsibility caught up with me too slow was
the rate of affection. caught soft in a midnight thought cause i
wasn't paying attention. the mistakes and stakes keeping me from
doing the same. i can't say goodbye to my innocence and say hello
to consequence. i can't go on living life like this. it doesn't
make any sense. heart sinks. gut starts to go. can't
think cause i've lost my perception. head swells. voice becomes
dull. can't yell cause i've got no projection. locked tight
in my mindsets' blight and i've got no way to protect it. the mistakes
and the stakes keep me from doing the same. kick back and settle
down. let it take. "go ahead and do what you want to do."
what would they say on the day i hit the brakes? i'm sure they'd
be singing a different tune. kick down the hourglass. let it
break. i just did what i wanted to. run my fingers through
the sand that it makes, pick it up then i'll throw it in your face.
that's right.
Introduction To The Opposites
if you had your way jim crow would dance again.
make a mockery of what happened way back when segregation rained and thunder
covered cries. any other words will never justify. tell me
who's to blame, because i'm choking on your rage. you fucking disease.
you sicken me when your hate's shoved down my throat again and again and
again. tell me that you've earned superiority. every word you
say is plain ignorant to me. totally ignore our country's history
and the future, which you spite, of its equality. so it bothers me.
when you open your mouth derogatory ugly rhetoric comes out. well,
your rhetoric is something i can do without. your stupid jokes don't
seem too funny to me. i get the feeling that you're sick of hearing
about the fight. then close your ears and i'll fucking scream it
every night until you learn... or until you walk away. that, my friend,
would be humorous to me.
Gate 68
once again we lost the role to boredom and late
nights on the radio. don't. spare me. i already know
mix tapes sound their best when i'm alone. i've practiced the best
policy. nothing, is what it's gotten me. why blame this on
anyone but me? she'll freak out. i'll freak if she doesn't
get the hint. don't think that i could deal with it. if i couldn't
follow through with the routine, we'll give it up and move on to another
scene. phone call sounds. silence serenades, jumps on deaf
ears and lands it with ease. if you're no angel, then where did you
get those wings? your fly on by blue eyes break me. is it in
the cards? what's in the future? is it ours? i don't
play with fire if i know i'll get burned. hand over flame takes me
where i want to be. i hope that we don't lose the role to boredom
and late nights on the radio. don't. spare me. i'd rather
not know mix tapes sound their best when i'm alone.
Troy's Bucket
easy to live without it. hard not to think
about it. injustice calls me out and now it wants to play.
our elders don't believe it. some people tend to leave it behind
their shallow minds and hide it all away. i get one wish? i'm
asking to throw away the passive. it felt good to be the rebel for
the day. i'm here to say go away from me. some people try to
fake it. they just can't take it, but something deep inside won't
let me turn away. the anger that i borrow will be no good tomorrow
unless i give it back in honor of your ways.
Rufus Wants A Hug
we're part of a profit plan. we're all caught
up in a scam to make companies money to bite the feeding hand. i
know that i'm not perfect. i never said i was the best. if
i support the product then i support the death. we care. we'll
fight this. so far we've paid the price every time that we've been
lied to. slow down the production line cause we don't want to see
the world die. we'll make some noise, cause they'll never hear about
it. then we'll destroy, so they don't forget about it. we won't
sacrifice what we have left to lose. producing a new breed.
telling us just what we need. believing that we need it, we give
in to the greed. we pull the plug on thinking and watch the world
go down the drain. if i support the product then i support the pain.
Got A Minute?
we used to see each other everyday. now we're
lucky if it's twice a year. i don't know what i've been thinking.
without blinking we've been set back. remember driving through the
yesteryears and the conversations of our dreams and fears. you grabbed
yours. i'm grabbing mine now. at your wedding i just smiled
and thought about how life goes by so fast and how so many friendships
weren't really meant to last. we have always been good at keeping
in touch, but for some reason it never meant this much. it's hard
to believe that you have a brand new life, while mine i take in stride.
it's hard to believe how easy dreams come true when you want them to.
The Penske File
you've had a lifetime to find yourself, lose yourself
and find yourself again. paint yourself an excuse and take it for
an end. rate it. frame it in consistency. bottomed bottles
make jaded fragmented eyes look justified. when you cut your hangups
down, be careful you don't dull the knife. you may want to slit the
knot of what you're not, sever ties and all you've got.
Rid Of The Losers, Bring On The Cruisers
sometimes i wonder where's your fire. is
it true? did it get lost in the confider? you settle for anything.
settle for everything. now you're choking on your revolution and
that's ok with me. it seems you're content with going nowhere.
brought the look. by the book you're going nowhere. i guess
you just weren't ready. i guess you're just worn down. so who
you following now go getter, trend setter. who you gonna be?
it's so easy when it's all laid out to you. it's been done and it's
been seen. what's left for you to do? you'll do anything to
pull yourself out of the rut that you've carved, but when the time comes
that you're left all alone, it's then you'll know.
Three's A Party
get the fuck out! here there's no interest
in what you're about. preaching your violence... just leave it alone.
here there's no interest in what you condone and don't you forget it.
we're here together. we're here to stay. we're here together.
we want to play. you've got a lot of weight, and it's gone to your
head. we just want to keep the peace but you use the scene to let
off some steam. oh no. it's really sad the way your actions
meet your words. we'll be glad the day your politics are burned.
so, don't forget to say goodbye before you leave. we want to see
you turn your back on what you preach. i've seen it before from people
like you. destroy what we have. it only takes a few.
we may not be friends, but we are all peers. enjoy what you have
while you're here.
S.O.S.
my heart skipped a beat that night before we said
goodbye. did you catch it? please say you caught it.
as i looked in your eyes, i grabbed every sigh. please don't forget
to breathe because it's killing me. the moon was gone for hours when
we were winding down. we should have stayed up longer, but your eyes
were tired. i know. please understand that i'll be back.
if you're still around, that's where i'll be. you have my thoughts
and you have my words, but the road has my contempt. pavement hisses
me to sleep as we drive away. the hardest part was touching your
face and knowing i had to let go. chalk another mile to the board
of separation. strange towns make the best of my sickness when the
cure's so far away. it seems so sad, but time's not flying tonight.
wish that i could catch a shooting star home right now, but we're moving
too fast can't slow down. no one cares just how i feel. your
sleep time twitches shake the world and make sandmen sing, settle nerves
and tell me you're dreaming. there's still some time to think.
Two For Flinching
Birthday (Token Entry cover song)
Give 'em The Ripped One
If I murdered millions tell me would you believe?
If I called it social progress would you fucking believe in me? If
I sugar coated lies, would you believe? Like razors down your throat
you swallow you're pride and it eats you alive. It seems a mind of
it's own gets battered down and bought out. Uh oh. Ideals lost,
not found, what now? Quick to, shake the hand of a suited man, with
bloody hands. Uh oh. He pulls you in. This time, he wins.
If I bought and sold you're freedom would you believe? Distract you
with the excess culture? Would you fucking believe in me? If
I denied everything? You're soiled like you're soul. You dig
your own hole. And you never get out. If you say that you can
seize the day, I'd say get off you're knees. And muse about what
they can do without and dismiss what you believe.