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I didn't sign up for this shit

by Floyd's Revenge

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I wasted a summer along the lowest road Punk purists slipped through my hands And drove off to their death But why, I'll never understand Feeding the fire, speed sick and decadent We raised a toast to the warden Said "I'll raise me up from this deadly dust" But cynicism taught me enough Ch. At the end of the summer There was nothing but the fall I got into heavy metal Wrote a song and it was called Every man for himself And god against them all Maybe baby I'm a motormouth Running out of shit to say I got one good idea And I beat it into the grave And the steam of youth Is all that drives this march of days We didn't learn a thing in that shitty apartment Just smashed bottles in the hall I wrote a song for you, Might as well have never played at all Ch. Hey, hey, god against them all I did what I could and hell can have the rest
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Kevin Casey's floor Covered in bear traps Motor oil stains And liquid fat He sleeps with one eye open Machete under the bed Never learned to drive a car Ch: No one's seen his teeth and lived Kevin Casey's floor Trees tremble when he snores Kevin Casey's floor Kevin Casey's closet Only feathers and darkness Autograph from a wrestler And an old guitar Kevin Casey's arms Roped with a dozen scars He cleans his nails with a comet tail Ch. Kevin Casey's floor Covered in bear traps Motor oil stains And liquid fat Kevin Casey's arms Roped with a dozen scars Ch.
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Gravel paints red spots On the calloused canvas of my palms Every splinter I spent an hour scratching out Is another knife in your gut Ch: Don't throw me into that briar patch No, that's where I was born Don't throw me into that briar patch I feast on thorns My fingers curl like ten scythes Living knives Ch. Every red splinter's a knife in your gut

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Recorded in two days while fighting a head cold in the Death By Audio rehearsal space. The band practicing next door sounded *exactly* like Charles Bronson.

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released June 9, 2009

Charles - bass, vocals, drum programming

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