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It's a Problem
03:04
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I’m drowning in a glass half empty, empty
Is how my poor heart feels
Cuz the fight in my head put me right on my heels
Nobody listens but it gets me, gets me
Into the state I’m in
And I’m spiraling down as the room starts to spin
Sometimes this high can get me so low
Try to resist it, that’s a no-go
I found a message in a bottle and it just said help me
Read it out loud or just erase it
Choke it to death or just embrace it
My solution's a problem that won’t go away
Was only lookin' for some good times, good times
Are few and far between
And there’s no end in sight to my reckless routine
My inner-demon's always talk, talk, talkin'
I wish he’d drop the mic
But I keep him around cuz we’re so much alike
If there’s a god she probably doesn’t like me, and all the sins on my list Don’t wanna think of 'em all so I just get pissed.
Sound of the piper's getting closer and closer, I’m gonna pay the price
Cuz that son of a bitch just might cost me my life
My end is closer than a stone's throw
The reapers callin' but I won’t go
Without a fight, no I’m gonna keep on tryin'
Gotta fix me ‘fore it’s too late
Get the fuck outta this sad state
My solutions a problem that won’t go away
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Didn’t wanna have to give you the spotlight
But you take what you can get
So steal a seat down at the end of my table
While you bum my last cigarette
Wrote you a song, it's only 4 letters long
Easy for someone like you to recite
And if you’re thinkin’ it’s about how you wronged me
You’d be completely dead-right.
Mean what you say, say what you mean
Claim the stench is from livin' in trenches
But your hands always come out clean
So remind me again ‘bout how you’re better than me?
You’re gods-gift but there’s something about you
That I can’t take seriously
Because you’re shit
Because you’re shit
We know you’re shit
You know you’re shit
Because you’re shit
You're a piece of shit
And we don’t like you
Starved for attention and ya gotta eat so you start stirring that pot
It turns you on, so you fan the flames
Gaslighting really gets you hot
Big mouth, biting the hand that feeds
I really hope you fuckin’ choke
Shots fired just to watch me bleed
but you don’t want fuckin’ smoke
say what you mean, mean what you say
I’ve got no use for another excuse on why you choose to act this way
Wrote you a heartfelt letter, it’s the least I can do
And if you read it I don’t think you would get it, let us spell it out for you
S.
H.
I.
T.
You’re shit.
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3. |
I Think I like It!
02:58
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One look and I was at her command
She’s outta my league and she don’t need no man
Why she’s with me, I just don’t understand
But I think that I like it!
One kiss is like a kick to the teeth
She only laughs when we’re disturbing the peace
This girl’ll be the death of me
But I think that I like it!
I wasn’t lookin
That's when she caught my eye
Dropped me with one stare
She didn’t even try
She leaves me speechless
She makes me wanna scream
Now I'm outta my mind
And she haunts my dreams
Now I’m addicted and I can’t get enough
She’s at her best when she’s out breakin' stuff
And something tells me we’ll end up in cuffs
But I think I like it!
She turns the night into a game of chance
Clarence and Alabama True romance
This force of nature made me change my plans
But I think I like it!
I didn’t know that danger
Could ever feel so good
And Nothing scares me
But I know she could
And she don’t play nicely
Fuck around and find out
This fine trouble-maker
Is what I’m all about
If looks could kill, she might just end us all
Her fire burns like clear alcohol
And right by her side is where I wanna stand
She takes out my knees when I hold her hand.
We hit the road and were like Bonnie and Clyde
She drives me mad and I’m along for the ride
And she might kill me but I’m ready to die
And I think I like it!
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4. |
Know What I Mean
01:06
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You think this is a game?
Fuck that, we ain’t playin’
Awww - we’ve worn out our welcome
Fuck it, we’re stayin’
Won’t ask for forgiveness,
why beg for permission?
The grownups are talking
So shut up and listen
And make no mistake
We make no compromise
If you need more convincing
Just look in our eyes
Know what I mean?
Don’t tell us ‘bout real life
Out here, shit gets real
And no one really cares about
How that makes you feel
I learned that the hard way
Guess I’m a slow-learner
Now I've got bad intentions
But I’m a good earner
And If throwing hands doesn’t get your attention
The rings on these fingers leave lasting impressions
Know what I mean?
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5. |
Goin' Back To Jersey
03:28
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My bags are packed cuz I’m going back to Jersey
Said I wouldn’t go back but I don’t think they heard me
Sun and fun just can’t compete
With the smoke stacks and cracked concrete
Just when I think I’m out, I'm pulled back in
Clear me a path cuz I’m going back to Jersey
Feels good to be back home but nothings where it should be
But from the Hudson I still see
The light Of lady Liberty
Staring down her nose at me again
Lace up those boots, cuz we’re all goin' down the shore
But our old stomping grounds don’t look the same
And I’m not sure if I belong here anymore
But I just can’t forget from where I came
Don’t wait up for me, I’m goin back to Jersey
I might not make it home but I ain’t in a hurry
Down on the avenue
Drink up, the bars all close at 2
We’re having fun now do you’d best stay out our way
They say I'm rude, I can't help that I’m from Jersey
They cop an attitude but I ain’t even worried
Cuz we’re born with thicker skin
We live to fight and fight to win
Nothing can take that Jersey pride away
And the boardwalk still glows under the bright Asbury moon
And the block still hums the sound of an old familiar tune
My sun rose in the east, it’ll set back in the west
But if home is where my heart is then it still beats in my chest
Lace up those boots, cuz we’re all goin down the shore
But Our old stomping grounds don’t look the same
And I’m not sure if I belong here anymore
But I just can’t forget from where I came
I’m goin’ back…
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6. |
That's Yer Lot
02:47
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You’re loud and proud
You’re on the prowl
You own the streets
Blasting the sound of the big beat
No sticks and stones
Just broken bones left in your wake
And a few more rounds for old time's sake
Oi! that’s yer lot
You're in this 'til ya rot
And just us is all we’ve got
You keep it real
You keep our word
You keep the faith
Even when you’re dealt aces and eights
They think you're all the same
But ya broke free from the herd
Your actions speak louder than their words
Like it or not
This is just the way we rock
And I don't think we'll won’t ever stop
No handouts, no free rides
I earned everything I’ve got
And it’s enough, though it's not a lot
I learned the hard way that the worlds not on my side
But along the way I found my tribe
If its from the street and it’s from the heart, then it’s got soul
3 cheers for Skinhead rock and roll
(Oi Oi Oi)
So fuck the fakers, takers and the bonehead crews
And If that’s your thing then fuck you too!
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The masses picked their king
The lowest low that knows no bottom
They wanted someone just like them in charge
And now they got ‘em
Pay tribute, kiss the ring
You serve him well but here’s the rub:
He’d never let you step foot in his private country clubs
Bow down and fall in line
to hell with hearts and minds
The blind mislead the blind
It worked before
But not this time.
Whipped into a frenzy
Common sense ain’t common now
They’ve got their own news cycle
Twisting who’s, where’s, why’s and how’s
Tell 'em they’re in danger
Have 'em burn a book or two
Keep ‘em dumb and scared and they’ll do anything for you
After knowing what their motives are, how can you stand Beside ‘em?
All bets are off now cuz
The lunatics run the asylum
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We got the junkies and we got the freaks
We got a skyline built on losing streaks
We got the gangsters and the hustlers too
Plenty of desert space to bury you
A thousand grifters selling dreams for cash
But I see treasure where you just see trash
I’m from the east, some call it "Paradise"
I’m spittin' distance from the neon lights
What once was gloss is now a rusted chrome
Yeah it ain’t perfect but it feels like home
We’re in the hole now and our odds are stacked
And we still hate you, hope y'all come back!
All the cool kids don’t know or care what’s goin on in
The alleyways behind the clubs on east Fremont or
That vacant lot down at the end of some dirt street
Where all us lost and undesirables would meet
But on those concrete stoops we felt like kings and queens
If you were there you'd know exactly what I mean.
Looking for fun and it all went right up your nose, man
But you won’t get locked up cuz the bars here never close, man
Hard times and jaded minds wore the shiny paint away
They’ll knock it down and claim it’s always been this way
It’s getting hotter in this melting pot I love
And nothing motivates like when push turns to shove
This is what my stance is on this den of sin and second chances
My sad Salvation, it's my blessing and my curse
Our wayward souls found a place to be
Where underdogs make history
'Til death do we part and for better or for worse
The people from here must’ve been born hard
They tested the bomb in their own back yards
New money moves in just to cop our “junk”
They came here bright-eyed, now they’re black-out drunks
They couldn’t hack it when the hammer dropped
So cash your chips in after the fun stops
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We stole the show and sold it back to the unjust
We fought the law, this time the law couldn’t touch us
Wish all of that was true but I just lost a friend
Climbed every peak and paved a road through the valleys
Straight to the top out from the backstreets and alleys
But it all means nothing cuz I lost a friend
I’ll think about it everyday
My sky’s a darker shade of gray
Had hopes and dreams but that all went away
A song played on my drive downtown
I had to turn the volume down
We’d sing along, now I can’t stand the sound
So here’s a toast to what could have been
Here’s to what never was
Here’s to the fact only the good die young
But a lasting memory never...
That sinking feelings sinkin' in so don’t test me
I’ll tear the place apart before they arrest me
I only act this way because I lost a friend
Accept the truth but I can’t help but resent it
Long as I live I know I’ll always lament it
Said you’d be missed and I meant it
Then I lost a friend
Here’s to a new beginning
Here’s to a bitter end
Here’s to the long walk on my own
cuz I just lost a friend
I hate goodbyes but above all
I hate myself cuz I missed your call
Now all my grandest schemes seem oh so small
One day I hope we’ll meet again
Death comes for us all in the end
A tragic way to find A long lost friend
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10. |
The Good Life
03:23
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Didn’t know much about the good life
I read about it, saw some pictures
But if I work like a dog 'til the day I drop dead
I might help make somebody richer
The wheel is turnin’ in the rat race
And I can’t even see the finish line
When its all over will I ask myself if I’ve arrived
Or if I wasted my time?
Feels like we made a deal with the devil
So watch your step, this playing fields not level
There's a thumb on the scale and it’s starting to weigh on me
And now we look back on our own lives
And we wonder where it all went
The hours faded into days, days added up to years
Your time was served but was it well spent?
Follow the plan and you’ll be alright
Bought into that lie and the price was pain
How can we keep up with ‘em when they keep gamin’ the system
Over and over and over and over again
The clock is ticking and I’m dying by the minute,
Trapped in a maze, told I’m lucky to be in it
Is there no limit to the weight bearing down on me?
Nothing hurts more than the sad truth
We try and numb it with the smoke and booze
Better than nothing but nothing is getting better
How much more can we take before we’ve nothing left to lose?
So pay the price if you really wanna "make it"
We’re doing you a favor, yeah, it hurts but you can take it
Keep up all the hard work, everything in life will be just fine, in time
So full of shit man, I swear that they can taste it
Sold us on a dream then they mock us when we chase it
One day we’ve gotta face it, but until then it just weighs on me
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Crucified for the sins of another
With nothing to show but the scars
We wear them like badges of honor
They’re at fault but the burden is ours
They won’t infiltrate us
We’re not the same
Cheaply imitate us
We’re not the same
Can’t win so they hate us
We're not the same
Their downfall is what motivates us
Cuz We’re not the same
Those cowards ain't cut from the same cloth
We’ll see if their colors don’t run
Tough talk when there’s safety in numbers
But those cunts never fight one on one
Disguised like us
We’re not the same
Despised by us
We’re not the same
A deep disgust
We’ll bear that cross 'til our grave
Because we’re not the same
A False sense of pride will always come before their fall
Flying that losers flag which just defines them all
We’ve got their number now
Dead to rights, they’re living proof
And all those covered up tattoos can’t cover up the truth
Try as they might, they can’t white-wash away their stain
us verses them until the end, we’re not the same
Real talk and you should listen, son
‘Round here you might go missin', son
You look the part but you ain't foolin' anyone
Pay up for all the damage done
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12. |
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Hello there
It's been a long time
What's this I've heard on the grapevine?
Oh is it true
You're not telling lies
Let's talk some more when we get inside
The sound system
Was playing real loud
The rhythms were hard the message was proud
Oh how we danced
'till it turned bad
Because my drink, it slipped out of my hand
But then a bouncer pulled me aside
And before I could apologize
He said something about a joke
That I made at the door
I hadn't wished to offend him
But that search was something more
I overheard them
One night in a pub
They talked about the fun they had working in the clubs
Oh and the tales
Made my, hair stand on end
What type of man would employ these three men?
Check it, Check it!
Well, out of the dark there now stared
Six unblinking eyes
Which followed me everywhere
I shan't relax tonight
But what's worrying me the most
Is how the hell I get outside, without bumping into them
They said
You can dance if you want, pal
You can drink if you like
But don't step out of line 'cos your life is in our hands
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