1. |
Shut the Hell Up
02:38
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Just shut the hell up!
I can see your mouth is moving
But I can't hear a word you say
A word you say
Because everybody here is screaming
And it doesn't matter anyway
Anyway
And the advertisements on the TV screen
Are enough to make me want to scream
Shut the hell up!
I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy
I'm just listening
But I can't hear you
I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy
I'm just listening
And I can't hear a—
And even still we tell our kids
That they all have important things to say
Yeah, to say
But it's impossible to hear them
Over the gunshots ringing out each day
Everyday
And the cries for help of people on the brink
Drown out my ability to think
Shut the hell up!
I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy
I'm just listening
But I can't hear you
I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy
I'm just listening
Just shut the hell up!
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2. |
She's A Heart Attack
01:39
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She's a heart attack
A stab in the back
She's a fuse that's burning down
She's out of luck
Gonna drink, fight, and fuck
Until she runs into the fucking ground
She's the broken toy
That all the boys
Want to call their very own
She's the heighth of style
A master of denial
And she's making sure her seeds are sown
So bow your head and raise your hands in prayer
She's coming soon and I can't help but stare
So sue me
She's a heart attack
Dressed all in black
She's the one with the riding crop
She's the poster-child
For the downward spiral
And I hope she never ever stops
She's the self to harm
The needle in her arm
Tells you all that you need to know
She's the heighth of style
A master of denial
And she loves to put on a show
So kick back and enjoy this girl's despair
She's coming soon and I can't help but stare
Ah, kiss me
na na na
Ah, she's a heart attack
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3. |
Sex Robot
02:52
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I'm feeling so alone
I don't want to lead this life
I'm pulling you close just to end my strife
So you call me late at night
I can hear it in your voice
I don't want to come but I've got no choice
I was feeling more low
Than I've ever felt before
You're dishing out pain and I'm begging for more
I was looking for something
And hoping for more
Now instead of your friend I'm your fucking whore
And, I don't want to be a sex robot to you,
No, I don't want to be a sex robot to you,
Oh no
Now I'm stuck here again
After trying so hard
I guess that white picket fence just is not in the cards
And I'm typing a letter
That just won't send
Says I'll prove myself right when this happens again
And if I don't believe it then it can't be true
When all that I wanted was to be close to you
And my friends all wonder how I don't see it
Am I being used? No, I don’t believe it!
And, I don't want to be a sex robot to you,
No, I don't want to be a sex robot to you,
Oh no
And though I know what's going on
I just can't believe it
And though I know what's going on
I just won't believe it
Believe it
Believe it
No, I don't want to be a sex robot to you,
No, I don't want to be a sex robot to you,
Oh no
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4. |
L.D.P.
02:15
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Outta the womb and straight to the tomb
You better pick yourself up
You gotta run, run, run
Keep on fighting for more
'Till your beaten and your sore
And still you live your life
Under the gun, gun, gun
Well I know I didn't sign up for my life to be this way
Always bending over backwards 'till you feel you backbone break
And I gotta pick the broken pieces of my dreams up off the floor
Even though that small rebellion's gonna leave me fucking poor
Well, well, well
What's a rebel in hell?
You got a gun in your back?
And a story to tell?
You sing the same old song
About the lines being drawn
Then cash in your soul
When the shit starts to smell
And I know I didn't sign up for my life to be this way
Always bending over backwards 'till you feel you backbone break
And I gotta pick the broken pieces of my dreams up off the floor
Even though that small rebellion's gonna leave me fucking poor
Where do we go from here?
Another wasted year
Down the drain
Down the drain!
Where do we go from here?
Another bleeding year
Wastes away
What's the way?
Outta the womb and straight to the tomb
You better pick yourself up, pick pick yourself up
Pick a career, fast-track to nowhere
Beat your dreams down
Make mom and dad proud
Outta the womb and straight to the tomb
You better pick yourself up, pick pick yourself up
Cut your hair off, leave your resolve soft
Become someone
Make yourself someone now
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5. |
Tune Out
01:49
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I broke down and fucked up
I don't know what to do
There's blood under my nails
from holding on to you
So am I insane
or am I just breaking?
There's cracks in my head
There's blood in my bed
I don't know where I'm going
This cancer in me is growing
So pack up and move out
there's light's but no one's home
I'm loosing everything
I never got to know
So turn on the TV
and let me fade away
There's cracks in my head
There's blood in my bed
I don't know where I'm going
This cancer in me is growing
I'm tuning out
I'm tuning out
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6. |
Grunge
03:07
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Hear me now
I'm screaming out
aren't you sick of being
pushed around?
Acting out
fucking around
Another broken toy
from lost and found
Beat us down
I want to kiss your fist
Pull me close
now you can smell the shit
And you're so happy
Mr. Made of Straw
But guess who's quicker
on the draw
Hear me now
cracks all around
the reeking posies
as we all fall down
Let's have fun
the bleeding guns
Means it's time for us
to cut and run
Beat us down
I want to kiss your fist
Pull me close
now you can smell the shit
And you're so happy
Mr. Made of Straw
But guess who's quicker
on the draw
Go!
Hear me now
I'm screaming out
aren't you sick of being
pushed around
Acting out
fucking around
Turn's the skies black
so let's burn it all down
Down
Down
Down
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7. |
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I know
you don't
love me anymore and
I can't
pretend
or close my eyes anymore
I'll spend my hours painting
endless mental pictures of you
But I guess we both know that
my bad habits are nothing new
Disa-
ppointment
it is my middle name and
I wish
that I
were not the one to blame
I'll pick up my guitar and
work my fingers till they bleed but
I'll still feel like the biggest
piece of shit that you've ever seen
This is love
I know
you don't
love me anymore and
I can't
pretend
or close my eyes anymore
I'll spend my hours painting
endless mental pictures of you
But I guess we both know that
my bad habits
This is love
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8. |
Teenage Eulogy
04:37
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Wake up, are you breathing still?
Do we have time to seek our thrills?
Oh, sixteen shouldn't be over the hill.
Remember when we said that we
would change the world, and then they'd see?
Well I guess we shouldn't have waited
I'm singing 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
And I don't know what's going on here
I don't understand why things
Had to turn out this way
And I can't even say
I don't know what's going on here
I don't understand why things
Had to turn out this way
And I can't even say
Now don't be scared if you're confused
You're not alone 'cause I am too
Oh, this should not have happened to you
And it makes me think of my life too
of all the things I'd like to do
Oh, I'll do them all and think of you
I'm singing 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
And I don't know what's going on here
I don't understand why things
Had to turn out this way
And I can't even say
I don't know what's going on here
I don't understand why things
Had to turn out this way
And I can't even say
I can't help but remember good times still
before we had to take this bitter pill
oh, sixteen shouldn't be over the hill
And I'll try my best to be there for you
And make sure you're remembered too
Oh, this song is the best I can do
I'm singing 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
And I don't know what's going on here
I don't understand why things
Had to turn out this way
And I can't even say
I don't know what's going on here
I don't understand why things
Had to turn out this way
And I can't even say
I'll never, I'll never, I'll never
forget you
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9. |
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And I'm starting to notice
I don't care what you think of me
I thought you were the air that I breathe
But you're like inhaling smoke
And I'll pick up the pieces
of the man that I used to be
'Cause every time that you kissed me
Another chunk got chipped off
And all these words that I've said
are they mine or yours?
And is this sweat or regret
dripping out my pores?
I get the feeling that this is do or die
So here's my reply
Here's my goodbye
And I'm starting to notice
all the broken promises you made
some people want to be saved
but you're not one of those
and remember you told me
that you wanted to escape with me
You, me, your ego
well that makes three
I'm better off alone
And all these words that I've said
are they mine or yours?
And is this sweat or regret
dripping out my pores?
I get the feeling that this is do or die
So here's my reply
Here's my goodbye
Gotta get away,
gotta get away,
gotta
And all these words that I've said
are they mine or yours?
And is this sweat or regret
dripping out my pores?
I get the feeling that this is do or die
So here's my reply
Here's my goodbye
Here's my goodbye
Here's my goodbye
I think you suck
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10. |
Really Hope It Shows
02:01
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I'm sick of you
you bastard who
is always dragging me down
You reek of smut
I hate your guts
so why do you follow me around
I despise you
and that's the truth
you really ought to know
that I love Hitler more than you
and I really hope
really hope it shows
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11. |
New Hit Single
03:56
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I wrote this song just for you
Just like my manger told me to
And it's not the most original
but it's my new hit single
And it'll make me millions
Yes, it's true
Let's start by talking about your eyes (your eyes...)
They are the color of the sky (I think...)
You're a generic beauty queen
and if you have been listening
then this shouldn't
come as a surprise
'Cause it's the shit that sells
the easy, pretty lies
it's the empty lyrics
that everybody buys
It's the shit that sells
it's a shame but it's true
I wrote this for the money
and said it was for you
'Cause it's the shit that sells
You came to see me at my show
But my security told you no
I'm an extremely busy man
I'm sure that you understand
I've got a date with
a trailer full of blow
Thanks to the shit that sells
the easy, pretty lies
it's the empty lyrics
that everybody buys
It's the shit that sells
it's a shame but it's true
I wrote this for the money
and said it was for you
'Cause it's the shit that sells
Though my fifteen minutes of fame
might just drive me insane
I'll lip-sync forget, how to play
Drink, fight, fuck all my cares away
Then say
Pay up!
'Cause it's the shit that sells
the easy, pretty lies
it's the empty lyrics
that everybody buys
It's the shit that sells
it's a shame but it's true
I wrote this for the money
and said it was for you
'Cause it's the shit that sells
Catchy choruses and empty words
That's the shit that sells
that's the shit that sells
Catchy choruses and empty words
That's the shit that sells
that's the shit that sells
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12. |
Breathe
03:09
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I'd give up my voice for something to say
I'd leave everyone I know to keep from getting thrown away
I've been talking about leaving for at least 600 days
At this point I might as well just stay
Remember when we were fourteen
singing “fuck authority!”?
Now I'm nineteen going on fourty-five
And I'm writing sappy songs about times long gone by
The kind that fourteen year old me would have despised
So if you're anything like me
crushed by confusion and apathy
well please let me know that I'm not alone
As life get's closer day by day
I get scared of fading away
Seems like a good excuse to stay at home
So I dress up in my combat boots
Sure, leather jackets beat three-piece suits
But is this a lifestyle? Or a disguise?
And I can feel the walls keep closing in
It's a strange new kind of pain I'm in
Well shit, I guess that means I'm still alive
When you can't find any comfort in the things you used to love
When reality is nothing like the life you had dreamed up
When it turns out good intentions just aren't quite good enough
And you'd rather eat a bullet than live to see the sun come up
Well
Don't give in!
Don't give in!
Just breathe while you can 'cause that's all you can do
And know that you're not alone 'cause I'm right there with you
And it might not be ideal, but I think I'll make it through
And I'll pray to god that you all make it to
And I'd give up my voice for something to say
I'd leave everyone I know to keep from getting thrown away
I've been talking about leaving for at least 600 days
At this point I might as well just stay
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13. |
The Music
04:52
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Where do we go from here?
The lost boys are all grown up
Their children are all torn up
Their fathers' words still sear
The track marks on your mother's arm
Lead you to your own self-harm
These first world problems are
more than enough to deal with
And you know when she's alone the music's
Gonna see her through
And she won't be completely undamaged
But she's not half as broke as your
And she's got some scars carved in her arm
But who are we to judge?
'Cause whatever get's her through the night
Will have to be enough
And sometimes when you're alone
the music gives you a home
I'm singing now
1995 you fall out and hit the streets
Start making enemies of everyone you meet
Stumble through your teens and fall in love before long
Everything you are is wrapped up in a song
Jimmy's got a devil
It whispers in his ear
It tells him all the things that
He least wants to hear
But if he were to grow up
and Holden too
We'd all be lost without the kids who
Don't know what to do
And the Music goes on
Where do we go?
Where do we go?
We all go on
We all go on
And the Music goes on
And the Music goes on
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Dead End Job Kent, Ohio
D.E.J. is a Kent based 3 man punk band, channeling the aggressive punk soul of early punk bands, and the catchy sing-able tunes of modern punk. Formed in 2011.
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