1. |
This Is All I Got
02:37
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This Is All I Got
I got dollars to burn
I got time to kill
I gotta fuse to light
I got oil to spill
I got a bone to pick
I got dirt on my hands
I got knuckles to crack
I got a list a of demands
I got bricks to throw
I got windows to smash
I got fires to set
I got cars to crash
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2. |
Against the Wall
03:03
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Against the Wall
You push us all
Back against the wall
You make damn sure you guard the cul-de-sac
While you kick ass down at the protest
Down on the ground
Under the bended knee
Of the cop turned to trooper
On a street in your hometown
You’re afraid of the phantom
That jumps out of your head
And surrounds your home
And invades your space
And now you’re livin afraid
You think there’s nowhere to run
You think there’s no one to call to
But a cop or a gun
I wanna fight back any way I can!
I can’t take much more of this!
I can feel the fire burning hotter!
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3. |
Kick A Chair
04:56
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Kick A Chair
I'll pound a table
I'll kick a chair
I’ll make a scene
in the old town square,
I'll break down a door
I'll knock out a wall
I'm taking names
at the new city hall
I’ll punch a clock
I’ll ring a bell
I pay by the week
at the hot head hotel
I’ll pitch a fit!
I’ll start a fight
I'll make everyone here!
regret this night
He can’t help it/He can’t let it go
He can't stop it/He can't let it go
He’s got nothing/He can’t let it go
pound a table/kick a chair
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4. |
We're Just Alive
02:46
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We’re Just Alive
She thinks that she’s brave
But she’s really just bold
She thinks that she’s cool
But she’s really just a scold
She thinks it’s great
When it's really just fine
She thinks she’s sad
But she’s just alive
He thinks that he’s smart
But he’s really just proud
He thinks that he’s right
But he’s really just loud
Thinks it’s a ten
When it’s just a five
He thinks he’s sad
But he’s just alive
No winner, no prize
No future just lies
Just lucky, to survive
We’re just alive
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5. |
Monk's Blues
04:36
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Monk’s Blues
Shacked up in one room pad
Cross the street from a gypsy cab
Upstairs from the laundromat
Downstairs from the government
A twin bed and a stereo
A postcard from Mexico
Old Monk’s got a guitar string
Old Monk’s got a song to sing
Locked up in a storage space
An army cot and an old short wave
Typewriters and paper cups
43 cents and 22 bucks
Two blocks from the needle park
Five flights up with a shopping cart
Old Monk’s got a song to sing
Old Monk’s got a storm to bring
Work van by the river side
A sleeping bag and a spiritual guide
Old Monk’s got a storm to bring
Old Monk’s got a paper and pen
Scratch out the future, with his pen
Hands are all covered with ink stains
Scratch at the concrete, with his nail
Five bloody years and he’s skinny as a rail
Passed out in a pick-up bed
The local teens, they thought he was dead
But Old Monk’s got a paper and pen
So Old Monk’s goin at it again
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6. |
Right Way to Wrong
03:59
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Right Way To Wrong
I was the prodigal son
That they never expected
And just to welcome me home
They pushed me down on the ground
And beat me up
They said, “Apply yourself!
And make the grade!”
They said, “Do not think!
And never complain, no!”
So I turned the grind
Got a little bit of gold
I sat down with the banker
And he sold me a house
I could never afford
I did everything right, but now everything’s wrong
I did what they told me to live a good life
But I found out too late that I was living a lie
Now everything matters but nothing will hold
I wanna burn down my house and tear up the road
I found the right way to wrong
Now here comes the sheriff
All my stuff’s on the lawn
But I’m taking my tent with me
I got no more choices
My last dollar is spent
I did everything right, but now everything’s wrong
Working to death to make someone else richer
This ain't the way life’s supposed to be
Mesmerized by exploding dreams
Down on the floor, picking up pieces
Of the right way to wrong
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7. |
Thank God, It's Over
02:23
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Thank God It’s Over
Thank god it’s over
She’s so glad he’s gone
He can take the dog and the truck
She’ll keep the gun
Thank god it’s over
Did he finally learn
She’s just the best of the worst
So just let it burn
There goes the fingers
There goes the tongue
There goes the rubber tires
Here comes the fun
Time to live
Alone again
Time to wait
For the end
When it comes
We all say…
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8. |
Settle Down
04:21
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Settle Down
I’m movin’ in
To the group house
Gonna share a room
With my fake spouse
Buy a big bed
At the goodwill
Gonna split the rent
Not the cable bill
I’m movin’ in
With my sweatpants
With my spice rack
And my weed plants
I’ll leave a note
On your dirty dish
And the dirty spoon
In your sugar crisp
I’m movin’ in
With my dirty socks
And my 10 cats
And their litter box
I’ll lie around
In my boxer shorts
Gonna scratch my back
With your salad fork
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9. |
We Want In
02:26
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We Want In
I been waiting
For so long
I’m not sorry
Cause I’m not wrong
I want fire
And I want smoke
I’m gonna win
And you’re gonna choke
I been pushing
So damn hard
You give me an inch
And I’ll take a yard
I want more
I want it now
You got a shovel
But I got a plow
I been thinking
All bad thoughts
And I got a feeling
That they’ll never stop
Now I’m, running
Outta road
I’m getting ready
To explode
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10. |
Failure to Appear
03:26
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Failure to Appear
He’s got a partially shaved head
He’s got a tight denim vest
He’s got 16 warrants out
He’s got no strings attached
Public intoxication
Defacing public property
Criminal mischief
Failure to appear
He’s got no known address
No place of employment
He’s got no permanent ID
No one will notice he’s gone
Criminal trespass
Disorderly Conduct
Reckless endangerment
Failure to appear
Lewd behavior
Diminished capacity
Resisting arrest
Failure to appear
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The Shaking Fists Seattle, Washington
The Shaking Fists are a futile gesture of defiance in the face of a cruel and surreal world. Plus ferocious garage
rock.
David Bucci: voc, gtr
Randall Payne: drums, backing voc
Damion Heintschel: gtr, voc, theremin
Mikhal Boldyn: bass, backing voc
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