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Meat The Thornes

by The Thornes

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This Movie Sucks Thrill seeking college kids looking like the cast of Friends with minutes winding down Mutated canibal, hillbilly inbreds slice and dice and drown Tonight someone is gonna eat themselves a bloody pie Tonight that snobby blonde that you love to hate is gonna go bye bye That's right man This movie sucks! A nipplopolis of blood and guts I can't get enough! And if you're leaving with your high-hat on take your art films out the door Why don't lighten up about the cutting edge cause you just can't take the gore? Three headed manticore banging on the bedroom door Delivery from Hell Eight legged succubus hanging on a web of guts and living in the well There's a new abomination every night lurking in the dark It's a B movie double feature on tonight so look out for the demon shark! So if you're sick and tired of reality and your friends are such a bore Why don't you turn it off and come on over here where they writhe upon the floor? Writhe! Writhe! You know they're writhing in the gore Writhe! Writhe! They'll keeping you coming back for more
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Flying High on a Burning Plane Wasted in the park at 4 AM We drink deep to Dionysis A toast that never ends We sacrifice the daytime to the night To be immortal, to be a god till morning's light We drink like we're obsessed and we rock like we're possessed We're flying high on a burning plane The worms are crawling in our brains, driving us insane I wouldn't trade this night for anything The warm dark air is blowing by the winos in the ring Fearlessly we find the best times yet From the things we can't remember to the things we won't forget We drink like we're obsessed and we rock like we're possessed We're flying high on a burning plane The worms are crawling in our brains, driving us insane Long ago I came across some dogs out in the dark They were living in the moment and they asked if I'd take part So we ran down to the river and there was music playing loud It said "The jaws of night are open wide. Step inside" So we did We drink like we're obsessed and we rock like we're possessed We're flying high on a burning plane The worms are crawling in our brains, driving us insane
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Animal 57 (Just Like You) I'm an animal 57 just like you There's only one thing left for us to do I'll hop the glass to your saline tank and rub up next to you We'll make an animal 58 or maybe two For most of us the world's a bloody mess You could ride the tide feeling rightfully depressed I guess In your laboratory eyes I see the light Come take my wing We'll roll into the night I'm an animal 57 just like you There's only one thing left for us to do I'll hop the glass to your saline tank and rub up next to you We'll make an animal 58 or maybe two Some live their lives pinned down by hands of fate Some say that good things come to those who wait I say that life won't give you any breaks Our destiny's controlled by what we take You're the kind of bird that gets me sharpening my shiv You've got nothing left to lose and I've got everything to give Together we will over come this slaughterhouse we're in With a resolution forged in hell and the stiffest upper lip They say that good things come to those who wait The robotic arms of doom are coming near Make no mistake Our destiny's controled by what we take Tonight we're taking over here We're making our escape I'm an animal 57 just like you There's only one thing left for us to do I'll hop the glass to your saline tank and rub up next to you We'll make an animal 58 or maybe two I'm an animal just like you and there's only one thing that we can do I'll hop the glass and get next to you We'll make and animal 58 or maybe two Come on Come on Come take my wing
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A Shore Leave Slaughter Three months at sea and he's feeling hungry He's looking for a bite He's searching hard for some shore leave sundry clutching a Benji tight Around the corner she's waiting for him A siren in the night A silloette like a mud flap beauty She'll do his demons right Oh Desiree you've done it once again You're a nasty lady killer to the end With a beauty overwhelming your victims never see your violent hand of death around the bend She is a lady of ill intention A walking switchblade knife She puts he efforts the wrong direction every single night Down the street she meets her connection Another wretched life This woman loves like a diamond tiger She's turning out the lights Desiree you've done it once again You're a nasty lady killer to the end With a beauty overwhelming your victims never see your violent hand of death around the bend Monday she cleans up her mess from Sunday A severed head and fingers on the ground Tuesday she cleans out her car from Monday Guts and brains and a bloody wedding gown Wednesday morning finds her at the harbor Drinking gin when the blood is all around When Thursday comes she's busy in the forrest Stashing mangled bodies underground A knife, an axe and an invitation She puts em all on ice She is a lady of dark temptation Your money and your life Down the street she's a shore leave slaughter A murderous fishwife This woman loves like a diamond tiger She's turning out the lights Oh Desiree you've done it once again You're a nasty lady killer to the end With a beauty overwhelming your victims never see your violent hand of death around the bend
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Amos 04:19
Amos Proud little Amos was a born in this here land and if trouble comes around little Amos gonna lend a hand Righteous little Amos gonna keep his eyes on you He'll be checkin in his book Checkin all the things you do But he's grinding down the spiral of his life and don't he dread those lingerie and lipstick nights You can't win a war when it's you you fight All those swollen fists and the Limbaughists, well they don't make it right Philosiphising Amos got some things to say about the law Sons of bitches better run from his country and his god Little ignoramus gets confused so he goes off There ain't no riddle in the world, aint no problem that a fist can't solve But he's goes grinding down the spiral of his life Don't he dread those lingerie and lipstick nights You can't win a war when it's you you fight All those swollen fists and the Limbaughists, well they don't make it right The end of each night finds him on his knees Bloody knuckles turn the dial on his TV As his sense of validation starts to dull an evangelist to purify his soul Amos liberator gonna hoist ol' Dixie back Got a stack of sons of bitches rag and bone up in his shack Little ignoramus gets confused so he goes off! There ain't no riddle in the world, aint no problem that a fist can't solve
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Wolf Pack Must Ride Out on the highway With baited breath we hunt and we dine We are a rolling apocaplypse headed south on 99 Our teeth gleem in the starlight Lights ripped out in the dark We drive in a frenzy of carnage but our bite is much worse than our bark Gunning down the asphalt Bloody handlebars in hand In garlands of bloody ears and toes we terrorize the land Our pistons burn with hellfire We ravage the wrong and the right We are the scourge of all mankind The reaper would run from our sight When the light of the full moon retruns the wolf pack must ride Our chrome horses charge down the highyway all covered in hide If you're caught on the road that night leave your engines and run We'll feast on your flesh and your bones and lick up your blood We retire at the daybreak When they awake to the morning in shock With the taste of human flesh on their breath they hide once again in the flock When the light of the full moon retruns the wolf pack must ride Our chrome horses charge down the highyway all covered in hide If you're caught on the road that night leave your engines and run We'll feast on your flesh and your bones and lick up your blood
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The Curse 05:34
The Curse In the darkest corners of the land trampled down by modern man the remains of civilization you will find A society once prospered there Utopians through trial and error For twenty thousand years their people thrived Do you wonder who's exacting their revenge? Burn the heretics before they can If you believe in witches you must believe in curses Our never ending quarrel's just a plan When the oracle's in stitches and the rot's upon your riches When the mighty fall you'll finally understand Guns and bombs are everywhere Apocalypse is in the air Intolerence runs deep and all around The main offenders want to die There's just one way to pacify Burn the bastard churches to the ground Do you wonder what propels us toward the end? Excavate the thoughts of ancient man If you believe in witches you must believe in curses Our never ending quarrel's just a plan When the oracle's in stitches and the rot's upon your riches When the mighty fall you'll finally understand The curse is never ending
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Snake Oil 05:37
Snake Oil Twisting and crawling All around and in the cities There's a Psychotropic snake of mammoth size A pastel abomination ten billion pills and growing With a sleeper hold it wraps around our lives And it's coils are so pretty and it's promises so sweet We lay down with blind acceptance to be swallowed by the beast Devouring ambition all drive and inspiration Noncompliant children are the first prescribed To be shoveled down into the troff with their parents close behind by disease mongering Psychiatrists with portfolio in mind And the serpent has it's masters Pfizer Glaxo, Smith and Kline While their creations snub the flames of youth they grow fat around the fires Well it's all right to feel extreme Don't waste your life on a Prozac dream This is your time Rise up and take control Palm the Riddeline and the lies once told And you mothers there, your future is not sold You had a passion once and a wild heart of gold Remember all those days when you felt young The point of life is not to die, it's having fun This is the time Rise up and take control Palm the Risperdal and let the children go! And you fathers there with families caked in mold Your enemy's not them it's pharmaceutical Remember all those days when you felt young The point of life is not to die, it's having fun Are you drifting in a city all alone? Are you sitting there as stagnant as a stone? Are you counting days with pills and watching clocks? It's time to kick em out Get off the couch and rock! Rock! Rock! Rock!
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Terminally Bored I've been searching everywhere I've been searching for some fun I've been seaching on the internet I've been search for a gun It's an age of desperation When there's nothing left to do Our mythology's been proven wrong It's reality and you I've been searching in the ally's of the San Francisco slums I've been reveling with derelicts conferring with the bums I've drank so much god damn whiskey my guts have seen the light But the fire keeps me coming back I'm still searching in the night I'll keep searching Searching I'll keep searching I'll keep searching hi and lo I'll keep searching Searching I'll keep searching Till there's nowhere left to go Jenny Jones is looking too She's searching in the dark In a man with poison in his veins she's searching for a heart She's got horrible wounds under her sleeves Her lips are busted wide But she'll keep on digging in that hole until there's nothing left inside She's been searching Searching She's been searching She's been searching hi and lo She's been searching Searching She's been searching But there's nowhere left to go We've been searching Searching We've been searching We've been searching for the sound We've been searching Searching We've been searching But there's nothing left around In a city in the desert a man blew up a church His revery was criticized It left him in the lurch He's just pushing around the boundaries What's yours is mine is yours It's mindless entertainment for the terminally bored He's searching

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released June 29, 2013

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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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