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Apocalypse Outside
03:49
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Who are we to speculate? Things are hard enough these days and there’s no sign of how much will accumulate
This isn’t the time or place. Trekking through a blizzard to record an album and there’s wreckage in both lanes.
Mother Nature is to blame. The storm is growing stronger and who knows how much longer it will be until this nightmare fades
My liver’s starting to shiver from all these beers I had for dinner
My head is pounding in perfect time, lying on this couch I’m slowly losing my mind
There’s no reason to worry that winter came a little bit early
I’ll settle for less and take what I can get, involuntary slaughter before Jesus wept
Technical difficulties, we’ll wait about an hour and then we got to head out through this treacherous terrain
State of Emergency, they’re shutting down the highways, setting up the road blocks, and the snow is up to our knees
No means to communicate. Let’s hope this blows over, smoke another blunt roach and then we’ll go back to sleep
We’re all too busy waiting for the world to end
But the weather outside is just fucking weather
The truth may be inconvenient
There are no answers to these ridiculous questions
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Deuce Inducer
03:13
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I don’t feel the threat, I’ll refuse until death; relentlessly neglect your global perception.
I won’t be the one to save you from the tragedy slaying existence provoked by war
We’re all going to hell but at least we can say we’ve been there before, we are the smuggled drugs, the terrorists and the poor. Because shitting in a urinal is frowned upon by the lord
What side will you take before your demise? Prepare for judgment of your faith and values
Stay inside your box, it’s none of their concern. In one beer and out the other. I told you
I don’t feel the threat, I’ll refuse until death; relentlessly neglect their global perception.
I won’t be the one to save them from the tragedy slaying existence provoked by war
There’s a meteor constantly headed towards the earth, the regrets will pile up as you start question your rebirth. Because shitting in a urinal is frowned upon by the lord
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Crack Party
03:31
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How much sleep have I actually gotten when I’m constantly exhausted?
By now I must have thought about it a thousand times and fried my mind
After all that I have given, no energy has been given back
I have an atavistic feeling about this life having no meaning
I’ve lost track of where I’m going but it ain’t rockn’roll until you’ve lost control
I hate what we’ve become; we’ve become what we hate
Maybe it’s only monsters that feel no regret
Count on me, count on me, proud regardless of victory
A Rainbow that you will never see
I find it’s hard to find yourself and easy to find a reason to give up
I guess we missed out on those things we used to want and we’ll never get those years back
But I still party like its 1999, before punk rock was crumpled and trashed
It is easy to repeat mistakes when you have already experienced the consequences
There’s another party down the road and I’ve been told it’s really crazy
There’s another party down the road and I’ve been told its fucking crazy
Regardless of the past, I still know how to have a blast. How many of us can still say that?
We feel misfortune like a baby on a doorstep, surrounded by empty bottles and cans
Now we’re finally taking responsibility , I need not you!
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This song’s for the kids outside who will never get their money’s worth
Hopefully those tight pants cut off circulation
Their favorite bands they probably suck since they glorify mediocrity
Hopefully they penetrate an artery
And I thank you for making me feel like a human
It’s your role to embrace what I don’t condone
Sorry for the disappointment, But I’m pointing fingers at the fucking crooks
One more generic song title to make me feel original
Walk away from everything that is falling down
Discographies of tyranny rule the charts with irony
Two thumbs up for capitalism
It’s a package deal, primary investment concealed
There was never a good intention
And shit I forgot to mention
I download when I’m down, browsing for that sound
And the low bit rate doesn’t make a bit of a difference; I’m a supporter of listening
I have a collection in mp3 format, cassette tapes on my floor mat
7-12 inches that influenced my decisions and strengthened my opinions
Disregarding Riffs, you never gave a shit
You don’t know what it’s like to rock; I rocked your girlfriend’s socks
And I’ll fucking rock your face
It’s about making an impact and giving a little back
And the only thing that keeps me sane is making it apparent that you’re so mistaken
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Bernie’s sick in the head, he wants you ass dead
He’s going to burn you
Bernie’s glaring at you across the room
You know that he owns you
Undetected regulation violation
Weekend at Bernie Fucking Madoff’s
Bernie fabricated returns, severe sunburn
A hell of a party!
Why don’t we just pretend he didn’t die?
Weekend at Bernie Fucking Madoff’s
Partying out by the beach doing ecstasy with the SEC
Rocking his shades with a smile on his face
Orchestrating scandals in a Hawaiian shirt and sandals
This time there won’t be a sequel with a conga line
Because his investment fund was one big lie
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The Rules Don't Apply
03:48
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This is the light that will lead you to the endless darkness
You’ve made the choice, here are the consequences
The devil’s waiting for you outside on your front porch
When the sweat drips down what’s your explanation?
This burden was built and based on things uncertain
Another man overboard, let’s hope they can swim to shore
Let’s save these emotions for another rainy day
This air is fucking hard enough to breathe
You don’t want to hear how much it must suck to be me
Because it probably sucks to be you
And it doesn’t make a difference to me
You keep bending and now you’re about to break
This is the long route we could have took the dirt trail
You’re on your own now, time to step up or fail
Caught in the middle, Invincible yeah e yeah
Let’s save these emotions for another rainy day
This air is fucking hard enough to breathe
You don’t want to hear how much it must suck to be me
Because it probably sucks to be you
I know you’re not looking out for me
You’re just trying to justify it to yourself
I may not be a role model, but I refuse to go down that road
I’ve wasted so much time but at least I can say I tried
So what the fuck have we accomplished?
If you actually were to take a look in the back of the book
It’s boldly highlighted in the glossary
We wake up and roll up our sleeves
And some will always chase the dragon
Some of us actually go to work
Some think failure is a curse
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Bound to Rot in Hell
03:39
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Sleep Walken
03:55
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Walking and talking slow, drooling from the mouth
with their eyes half open carrying a stench of relieved bowels
Ghosts of memories become zombies of the land
George Romero made you famous biting off the hand
The lifeless corpse of the party treading with a numb reality
emotionless with no regard for life
Rocking back and forth like an old man on a porch,
Senior citizens before midlife crisis indulge and wait for more
It's impossible to interpret their mispronounced syllables
These are not the same humans; they've now become the unknown
There's no recollection of a family, destruction of rationality
Night of the living chemical dependents sent on a mission to be abandoned with no return
Dragging their limbs as they crawl towards the light that beats upon their open wounds
They don't see how it affects the family
mentality of abusing casually
Your skin tone is dropping with your pulse
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Against the Wall
02:35
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Actions upon actions, significant reactions
It’s all brought about by us
So you can seal me up and then you can put me on a shelf
Because I’m done, I’m so dumb
But we’re only human, stupid humans, stupid decisions
A momentary lapse of judgment
Angry, sad, excited, occasionally delighted
Can I be of some assistance?
I refuse to be dragged down by the world around me
We only live once, so let’s live free
There is a certain something that makes us strive until we die
I’d rather die than compromise
Things have gotten harder than living under Jimmy Carter
We lurk in the shadows of wolves
I remember when we said we wouldn’t be like them
We only live once, so let’s live free
We are the ones that can make the production stop
We are the ones that can shut it down tonight
We are all struggling at these shitty jobs we hate
We will never have luxury but the stress of living comfortably
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