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Air Report
01:19
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the air is thick with dog food, and i can see my breath.
No one asking for spare change or to bum a cigarette.
in minus forty weather things move kinda slow.
I am no exception, can't feel my fucking toes.
I need an air report, find out exactly what we're breathing.
My breath smells like dog food but I swear that's not what i've been eating.
someone pass the dentabone.
"Plump whole chickens, choice cuts of beef, fresh grains, and all the other wholesome nutrition that your dog or cat will ever need."
Eating without chewing.
Dog food in my lungs.
I breathe better than this
Taking giant hits from pop-bottle bongs.
"Plump whole chickens, choice cuts of beef, and all the bullshit "nutrition" that dog food corporations tell us that we need."
Eating without chewing.
Dog food in my lungs.
I breathe better than this
Taking monster hits from pop bottle bongs.
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Landlord knocking at the door
Says he wants the rent and nothing more
There's mold here blacker than his heart
Says it's probably our fault, and to fix it up.
Fuck that guy
What a jerk
Coughing up blood before I go to work.
Mice are running on the floor
Whacked six with a cane, traps got two more.
Says they've been there for years
Shrugs off mouse shit and knocks back a few more beers.
Fuck that guy
What a jerk
Now I've got hantavirus and still gotta go to work.
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C.G.B. Spender
00:55
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Bought a fresh pack just the other day
Thought I would be okay
For a week or so, or maybe more.
Two days later: not a butt to show,
So now I have to go
To the convenience store to get some more
Before
I start rippin' throats out and burning buildings with my piss
I just want a cigarette.
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We suck at this, don't know why we started.
We suck at this, our friends don't come to our shows.
Why still try?
What's wrong with Dan's eye?
We suck at this and aren't getting any better.
We suck at this and you can blame us for bad weather.
But we still try and still fuck up all the time.
Why still try?
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Living every day in blissful ignorance,
Throwing folks under the bus at every chance ya get.
Acting every day like it'll never end,
Lying to yourself, bury your head in the sand.
And I feel like Sarah Connor
Waiting for the bomb to fall
We'll live as irrated feral ghouls
In a Subway restaurant.
It's all going down, down, down.
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6. |
Drink It Black
00:26
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Don't put cream in there!
Don't add no sugar!
Don't water down my coffee with your cheap suburban fillers!
Drain the cup
Darker than the Knight
Fill it back up
Again and again
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7. |
Land Pirate
03:00
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When I grow up, I wanna be a land pirate.
Steal from work and cut my bosses head off.
Put some sails on my car, fly a jolly roger.
Sail the concrete ocean forever.
Never have to wake up to an alarm again.
Never have to buckle to anyone's demands.
Stop paying my insurance, never see a bill again.
For me life is simple, no more hidden fees.
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Pass the Kool-Aid
03:22
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Your stories are boring.
Tales of misplaced morality and vengeance.
And today seemed like such a nice day
For coffee and hangouts, not raptures and hellfire.
Someday I hope that you retire
Your vague, outdated notions.
Lay them in the funeral pyres
And watch the flames rise
Til they fade into sky.
I don't know why. You don't know why. I don't know why.
(conclusion) No one knows why!
But there's beauty in not knowing
In this chaotic mess
A new fire begins burning
On the ashes of the rest.
Lay that holy book back on the table
And get the weight off of your chest
Free from the shackles that enable
Everyone to be repressed and second guessed.
This palace is shining, but your head is a mess
And you don't know why.
But everyone knows why.
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9. |
Burn Everything
01:42
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Take take take.
Greedy assholes we can't shake.
About as clear as it can get,
Building mansions out of bullshit.
Sick sick sick.
Like a dog that ate chocolate,
This world is dying quick.
Life is short, my temper gets shorter.
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10. |
Fun Is Bueno
01:13
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Riding high on bikes and boards
Meeting up with friends at the show
Hang out under the water tower
Drinking and fuckin around
Long nights that flew by
Those friends grew up
Nostalgic for what's barely past
I think i'm gonna throw up
Passing a joint around
With everyone in the east end c.c.
Singer from the squareheads was fucked up
Rolling around in garbage
Screaming at the top of his lungs
Promoter didn't book a p.a.
That show was so fucking fun
Don't think i'll ever forget that day
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Estevan Rock City
02:41
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Drive big trucks for no reason, ya self important pricks.
Every conversation leads to the same conclusion: you're a buncha circle-jerkin' nitwits.
I'm all for taking pride in things, but not in my race.
Bud lite, white pride, country music awards...you should be ashamed.
Go fuck yourself.
Go fuck yer truck.
Go fuck a pig (not the animal).
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moledebater Brandon, Manitoba
brandon's most annoyingly prolific punk band. 2012-2017
photo by david van den bossche
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