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Severed Heads of State
02:24
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Severed Heads of State
The big head rolled off the mound and landed with the others
He said "Hey! What the hell are we doing down here my brothers?
This laymen's life is not for me. I'm a power lord. We're the men in white
We gotta find our way back up that hill into the light"
You're just a severed head cast out by those you fooled
Your mouth is flapping on while your agenda's overruled
We're gonna kick you 'round Friday night in our sand lots
Why don't you give it up? Just roll away and rot!
You can defend away until your tongue falls out your throat
You can dance in the embers begging for a quote
You're gonna own your place in history and your legacy won't stick
You'll always be remembered as a dick
Or a severed head cast out by those you fooled
Your mouth is flapping on while your agenda's overruled
We're gonna kick you 'round Friday night in our sand lots
Why don't you give it up? Just roll away and rot!
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2. |
Woke Up Drunk
03:03
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Woke Up Drunk
Woke up drunk
Feeling rather jovial
That wont last
Last shred of happiness I'll know
Dirty trick
My mouth is dry my head is red
Late for work
Feel like shit I'm fucked again
The worlds worst hangover
Is now starting over
It aint right
A little fun a harmless night
Wretched soup
It's in my gut and picking fights
There's no escape
I'm clinging to a toilet bowl
My head aches
My throbbing brain is dying slow
The worlds worst hang over
Over and over and over
I'm so full of remorse today I wanna bring to an end
When I eventually get out of this I'll never drink again
And that's the line I tell myself everytime I get the bends
But when your life's a broken record your story never ends
The worlds worst hang over
Over and over and over
Now it's five o'clock At last I'm feeling sober
It was the fish and chips that finally put it over
Now the phone is ringing I guess we know who that is
(All my so called friends and their various poisons)
Every man in the band's prepared to drink to the end
Let's go back to the bar and do it again
Woke up drunk.........
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3. |
So Fucking Shiny
02:30
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So Fucking Shiny
There's your face again spinning doom on my TV
If you don't believe the Fox news check out ABC
America is scared to death again
by the yellow press harbingers of the end
It's the legacy of valiant men you coat in shite
The steadfast devoted, the Murrows and Cronkites
Are you spreading the lies again skull sucker?
Are you sending people to die again pig fucker?
While the atrocities roll by man where's your pride?
You disregard all the shit that's real and leave your people blind
There's nothing you can do, you better cover up
Another pandemic flu, you better cover up
There is no other news , you better cover up
Another pandemic flu, it's just a cover up
Your greed it devoured the hero you had planned
Spinning hatred and panic, distraction for the man
Are you spreading the lies again skull sucker?
Are you sending people to die again pig fucker?
While the atrocities roll by man where's your pride?
You disregard all the shit that's real and leave your people blind
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4. |
Nightmare
04:57
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Nightmare
Drifting off to sleep at night
Just seconds ago you turned off the light
The bottom drops out on another day
The room around you starts to fade
to the place you go when the moon is out
It calls you home with a distant shout
You hit the streets and your quite alive
Those voices are screaming it's time to drive
Wake up securely in your bed
those dreams from last night still in your head
The blood and the fire confuse your nose
the smell of a wreck still in your cloths
You crawl out of bed turn on the tube
That hit and run killer's in the news
some psychotic freak in a stolen car
but this time there's pictures of who you are
Tonight it's a semi with platinum smoke stacks
and your doctor is there telling you to relax
while in a crowded night plaza the dead pile in stacks!
So the nightmare is you!
I suppose there's not much you can do
There's a murderous brute not so deep down below
When your lights go out guess who's running the show
To me all this comes as no surprise
Consider the things you feed your mind
a pool of darkness deep and wide
the glamour of theft and homicide
those games that awaken the lizard inside
the glamour of theft and homicide
What Nietche once said it still rings true
"Stare in the abyss and it stares in too."
Driving your Max on through cattle on tracks
by the horror in their eyes your still taken aback
and the pressure is mounting your starting to crack
but this train must go through and there's no turning back!
When the nightmare is you
there's really not much you can do
With a murderous brute not so deep down below
when your lights go out guess who's running the show
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5. |
Next In Line
05:35
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The Next in Line
What happens to our meek six legged friends?
A rise in insect contiousness will bring our rein to an end
We've always feared they'd organize and fight
Now the beetles rub their mandibles and the wasps are taking flight
I always knew they'd be the next in the line
It's horrific change but that happens all the time
I always knew they'd be the next in line
As fallen kings we go the way of dinosaurs and whine
A volcano of bugs is erupting in the distance
A black wave of exoskeletons is stripping flesh from bone
Some stand and fight with insecticide or a rolled up New York Times
but the ones who try to run and hide are the last in line to die
A roiling mass is closing on the distance
A mosquito cloud as black as coal obliterates the light
One final thought occures to me as I'm deafened by the whine
We were just another stop along the evolutionary vine
The ruins of Portland still exist in the shadow of the palace of ants
Web spinners build the canopies under which their empires thrive
Somewhere a lone dung roller is hard at work apon a wheel
While the lightening bugs unleash a spark and set fire to the fields
They always knew they'd be the next in line
It's horrific change but that happens all the time
They always knew they'd be the next in line
As fallen kings they'll go the way of dinosaurs and whine
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The Thornes Portland, Oregon
The Thornes are a Portland based hardcore band formed in 2009 from members of Bast, Dutch Savage, Poison Idea and Slough Feg. Influences include Judas Priest, Sex Pistols, Thin Lizzy, Black Flag, Charles Bukowski and New Castle Brown Ale. "Demolition" EP released in 2010, "Meat The Thornes" LP released in 2013. Also featured on the Volume Bomb Records compilation "Blown Fuses and Bloody Ears". ... more
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