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Karaoke Night
02:41
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drinks on dave at the lounge and i had to get out
watch the college girls across the bar duet and dance
i drank the sour dollar drafts for courage
i sang sedated and i almost knew the words
wanton on the mic
karaoke night
let me go on
i wanna go on
one last chance to score
sunday night hardcore
let me go on
i wanna go on
(go)
my big plan was get smashed drunk
and get on stage
and try to get the women
and it only worked once
singing anything for love
isabella tasted like nine hundred dollars
she had cash for condoms
i could not believe she wanted
wanton on the mic
karaoke night
let me go on
i wanna go on
one last chance to score
sunday night hardcore
let me go on
i wanna go on
let me go and light the cigarettes at last call
lock the doors and force the drunks out to the parking lot
isabella take me home we're making memories and dreams and dont stop
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2. |
Shadow Band
02:41
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im out
good luck
what the fuck
crazy selfish dangerous
can't work
fall off
get hurt
spend my time on spiraling away
destiny or doom
the fantasy is ruined
with every step the future's snapping at your ankles
you wrote yourself a part
and you're the tragic hero
stoic to the end an apparition all our fault
shadow band
exhaust
no cost
dishonest
reenact the life of axl rose
no faith
made waste
good on ya
smoke and stare across the patio
destiny or doom
the fantasy is ruined
with every step the future's snapping at your ankles
you wrote yourself a part
and you're the tragic hero
stoic to the end an apparition all our fault
shadow band
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3. |
Neighborhood Watch
03:09
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i'm not home
i'm not coming out
i'm not home
leave me alone
leave me alone
your face is crawling off and i can't watch
i can't stand it
you're parked beside my car in vivid nightmares
leering at me
on my porch and asking favors
intruders masquerade as neighbors
draw the blinds and peep outside
and listen through the wall
(neighborhood watch)
straight across the parking lot
keep walking never stop
(neighborhood watch)
i'm not home
i'm not coming out
i'm not home
leave me alone
leave me alone
ive got a 20 dollar katana
a copper pipe and a flip knife
investigate the noises at night
check the corners and closets
and the horror if anyone ever knocks
locking down the house in a panic
ive got a little 50s pistol on loan from my dad
and it helps when im hiding
he said promise me you'll never shoot anybody
draw the blinds and peep outside
and listen through the wall
(neighborhood watch)
straight across the parking lot
keep walking never stop
(neighborhood watch)
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4. |
3 Faces
02:22
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no sympathy
straight jaw
suit and tie
when you die
cordial bargaining
fruit basket
closed casket
smile and wave to everybody on the video
it's so embarrassing the family is stammering
buckle up and maintain
have a drink and watch the fantasy unraveling
give the calendar away
every second is a dollar in the wind
and you lost your grip
you give a fine performance to the vanity
sun set
nothing left to expect but the exit
you're meat
greasy chicken bones
it's pitiful
twisted screaming in the attic all night
desperation at the bottom of a sinkhole
one last
laughing gasp
against the break
the mirror cracks
ground down to trash and blank
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5. |
This Is It
03:02
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if i wait in line ill never come
paid the five to park and dressed the part but cant get past the bouncer
every second telescopes to fill the lungs
im going gray and i'm afraid i'll never finish
i bought the loudest amplifier i could charge
and carved my name into the leather
crank the gain and ride the volume
play it hard
i spent the last of my cash tips to make the trip
and im waiting for the climax
i dont have the gas to get back
this is it
show my tits
put it in an art film festival
this is it
jumping in the stagelights
kissed on the lips
dont miss
this is the beginning of the show that the cops shut down
on the backyard patio
it's the moment you dont wanna let go
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6. |
Go To Mars
01:39
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go to mars
the hot new market
one hundred million miles on muskies big gold rocket
no taxes no rules
a fountainhead of profit
go to mars
sell your second home
you can live inside a biodome with robots built for pleasure
and buy yourself a paradise on credit
you can colonize (another planet)
leave the earth (the poor can have it)
members only club among the stars
go to mars
we'll all attend the launch
a teary eyed farewell and then we'll strip and sell your yacht
and turn your mansions into rent controlled apartments
you can stay on mars
maybe grow an extra breast
just a little radiation
show it off to all your party guests
you've grown accustomed to only the best
you can colonize (another planet)
leave the earth (the poor can have it)
members only club among the stars
**fake key change**
go to mars
the conquerors are bored with their spoils
the deadly and dead have a home in the rust red soil
go to mars
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7. |
Cheap Japanese Cars
01:37
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crank that 2 liter whine and she's past
freeway throttle breathes dust and honey
white knuckle tight she's coming
cheap japanese car
cheap japanese car
stick shift
sprint drift
wheel worn soft by her fingertips
matte black
hatch back
31 miles on a gallon of gas
cheap japanese car
cheap japanese car
she paid the title she can order the parts
come on
post war nobility
lean manufacturing
her seats recline fine
steel frame and agile timing
she owns the red horizon
cheap japanese car
cheap japanese car
stick shift
sprint drift
wheel worn soft by her fingertips
matte black
hatchback
31 miles on a gallon of gas
cheap japanese car
cheap japanese car
she paid the title she can order the parts
come on
<bass solo>
cheap japanese car
cheap japanese car
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8. |
Mar-a-lago
02:27
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they won't let you on the news no more
they got what they wanted
threw away their dirty condom
negotiate a wage to pay the staff
hide behind the cameras and cash
you can afford it
Mar-a-lago
a million dollar mulligan clubhouse
Mar-a-lago
swimming trunks american flag
Palm Beach Florida never snows
hit the backyard pool
playing 18 holes
your own prime time reality show
Mar-a-lago
Adolph Eichmann fled to Argentina
bought and falsified a visa
lived and worked in Buenos Aires
it only took Mossad ten years to find him
he was caught and extradited
and the jury tried and hanged him
Mar-a-lago
a million dollar mulligan clubhouse
Mar-a-lago
swimming trunks american flag
Palm Beach Florida never snows
hit the backyard pool
playing 18 holes
your own prime time reality show
Mar-a-lago
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9. |
DIY
02:35
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everything you hear is all we are
laid down drums at ten spot and vocals in the car
we cold call every bar
and rock that mic for your american dollar
we don't want to sell out we just want to survive
a twenty ten or a five
we'll DIY till you buy
we need sticks and strings and gasoline
hotel rooms with showers and a decent dental plan
we gotta pay off the car
we'll charge 10 bux a show and call it art
we don't want to sell out we just want to survive
a twenty ten or a five
we'll DIY till you buy
buy my shirts you bastards or i'll never leave this godforsaken place
buy my shirts you lovely people
we don't want to sell out we just want to survive
a twenty ten or a five
we'll DIY till you buy
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The Posters Phoenix, Arizona
The Posters are a punk rock band in Phoenix established in 2019. We play loud and fast music that draws from 80s hardcore, 90s skate punk, and other loud dive bar bands that you see for 5 dollars. We have opened for Agent Orange, The Radolescents, Birth Of Monsters, Clam Slam, The Dead Beat Hymns, Corky's Leather Jacket, and many others who were cool enough to give us a shot. ... more
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