Patrick!
And I watch Home Alone...
BIG RED KILLING MACHINE - GET ON DRUGS, FIGHT THE POLICE
http://www.mediafire.com/?twiynwfmmyt
WAR WERE DECLARED
sometimes i wonder what i'm even doing here
i'm just as shallow and i'm no less insincere
than all these f***ing fashion rats and status whores
i get the feeling we're not trying anymore
'cause we're bored, we're bored, we're bored (x2)
wasn't brooklyn supposed to be exciting
and f***ing hit us like a storm?
and every night we feel like we've been struck by lightning
and when it rains it f***ing pours
give me something to do 'cause i've got nothing to say
i'm going out i don't care if it's raining
give me something to do 'cause i've got nothing to say
let's make the best of this and stop complaining
none of us belong here, get over it
none of us are sincere, i'm over it
we've got all we need and nothing more
so don't f***ing tell me that
you're bored, you're bored, you're bored
BETTER TIME
You look a little lost
Well there's never been a better time
To put your faith in something
There's people everywhere who
think who need who bleed who care(s?)
Is all hope really lost?
Just look ahead to better times,
'cause we are part of something
but we don't give ourselves a fighting chance
We're so afraid of being wrong, afraid
that unity only works in old Against Me! songs
I hope I'm doing something
I hope I'm working towards a better you,
a better me, 'cos we write our own history
There are those who stock and those who hoard
at the very same department stores
and by forces that remain unseen
we fall apart at the seams
JOEY PATCHAN IS f***ING DEAD
is this a problem that i can solve or should i just apologize?
no closure and less resolve, just put it off for another time
i'm not trying anything new, i'm hardly trying at all
to find a way to get thru to you, so don't expect my call
and maybe i'd act a little upset about my lack of sympathy
if only you'd just pretend to regret never being there for me
i'm not trying anything new, i'm hardly trying at all
to find a way to get thru to you, so don't expect my call
there's still a heart behind these broken ribs, but it don't beat for you
there's still a heart behind these broken ribs
ACTION PLAN
Cold and bitter just like my protests
you'll have to hear until I am under arrest
"in a hurry kid? why do you look so worried kid?"
i don't have to tell you shit you f***ing pig
now tell me who am i with?
can they be trusted? will we give in?
will i get busted?
well we sure as shit aren't innocent
but it's us versus them so
f*** the police
hey! ho! let's go! cj, marky, tommy ramone
is it just me or did everyone leave home?
hey paul simonon, cut the crap mick jones
and tell me is this still a riot of our own?
and do you feel alone and abandoned
you were flying tandem but now you're falling
and there's no future, and london's calling
yalla yalla yalla yalla
GET SOME LSD, SOME COKE, AND JUST CHILL
five hours on that bus felt like centuries to us
seconds were minutes and hours were days
five hours on that bus felt like centuries to us
and time left us with f*** all to say
the drums are beating and the banners are waiving
on that battleground
and we're just waiting, anticipating that percussive sound
that welcomes the night and welcomes us
as we are crowned the kings and queens of babylon
or NYC, or anytown
reality is fabulous if you can just transcend
and it makes it a whole lot easier to have a couple friends
to pick you up or else you will just continue to fall
and you'll just keep banging your head against the f***ing wall
we were just barely seventeen, we doused our youth in gasoline
went outside, and smoked a cigarette
just barely seventeen days before that halloween
that i know we will never forget
we're looking for something real, don't know what but we don't feel
like turning back now that we've come this far
don't know just what we'll find but we know god would never hide
something from us that is rightfully ours
GRIND
you would run away if you knew how to use your legs
you would escape if you knew you were in a cage
you would be afraid if there were any other way
and you would be ashamed if you caused all this pain
you know (x3)
but you're just playing dumb
you know where all of this comes from
helpless, exploited,
they don't know why
but they still suffer and they still die
but with your eyes closed you grind their f***ing bones between your teeth
NEVER f*** A MUSICIAN (unless you want a song written about you)
I don't know when to call
And I don't know if I should even call at all
I'd ask her if this hurt her
As much as it hurt me
I'd ask her if I forgave her
would she'd ever forgive me?
And I'd say
Before things get any worse
Why don't you marry me?
We'll tie some tin cans to a hearse
And you can bury me
And in 30 years
Will all your regrets disappear?
Will you still think you were right?
Or will you finally know what it's like
And for a week she would have these dreams
And she would tell me about how every night
She'd wake up in a cold sweat
Thinking that she had done something
That she knew that she would regret
For the rest of her life
And I never told her about how
I would have these dreams where she would leave
And how I'd wake up in a cold sweat,
Remember how she still loved me and how
That was the only f***ing thing
That would get me back to sleep
(they can't all be love songs)
DANCING
Don't stand me up
I have enough trouble
standing up for myself
And don't leave me alone
don't take me home
I was just getting used to this
thing called loneliness
but then i found you
and then you found me dancing
And it's not like I haven't been
in this situation before
But every single time
I seem to fall for it
Then I'll spend more time getting over it
Than over you
So I'll just keep on,
and we'll just keep on dancing
And you won't hear this song
being played on the radio
But I'll burn it on, with some other ones,
onto a blank cd
And since you came to our show
I'll give you one for free
And we can play it while we're dancing
Big Red Killing Machine is:
Alex - Drums
Mike - Bass & Vocals
Patrick - Words & Guitar
http://www.mediafire.com/?twiynwfmmyt
WAR WERE DECLARED
sometimes i wonder what i'm even doing here
i'm just as shallow and i'm no less insincere
than all these f***ing fashion rats and status whores
i get the feeling we're not trying anymore
'cause we're bored, we're bored, we're bored (x2)
wasn't brooklyn supposed to be exciting
and f***ing hit us like a storm?
and every night we feel like we've been struck by lightning
and when it rains it f***ing pours
give me something to do 'cause i've got nothing to say
i'm going out i don't care if it's raining
give me something to do 'cause i've got nothing to say
let's make the best of this and stop complaining
none of us belong here, get over it
none of us are sincere, i'm over it
we've got all we need and nothing more
so don't f***ing tell me that
you're bored, you're bored, you're bored
BETTER TIME
You look a little lost
Well there's never been a better time
To put your faith in something
There's people everywhere who
think who need who bleed who care(s?)
Is all hope really lost?
Just look ahead to better times,
'cause we are part of something
but we don't give ourselves a fighting chance
We're so afraid of being wrong, afraid
that unity only works in old Against Me! songs
I hope I'm doing something
I hope I'm working towards a better you,
a better me, 'cos we write our own history
There are those who stock and those who hoard
at the very same department stores
and by forces that remain unseen
we fall apart at the seams
JOEY PATCHAN IS f***ING DEAD
is this a problem that i can solve or should i just apologize?
no closure and less resolve, just put it off for another time
i'm not trying anything new, i'm hardly trying at all
to find a way to get thru to you, so don't expect my call
and maybe i'd act a little upset about my lack of sympathy
if only you'd just pretend to regret never being there for me
i'm not trying anything new, i'm hardly trying at all
to find a way to get thru to you, so don't expect my call
there's still a heart behind these broken ribs, but it don't beat for you
there's still a heart behind these broken ribs
ACTION PLAN
Cold and bitter just like my protests
you'll have to hear until I am under arrest
"in a hurry kid? why do you look so worried kid?"
i don't have to tell you shit you f***ing pig
now tell me who am i with?
can they be trusted? will we give in?
will i get busted?
well we sure as shit aren't innocent
but it's us versus them so
f*** the police
hey! ho! let's go! cj, marky, tommy ramone
is it just me or did everyone leave home?
hey paul simonon, cut the crap mick jones
and tell me is this still a riot of our own?
and do you feel alone and abandoned
you were flying tandem but now you're falling
and there's no future, and london's calling
yalla yalla yalla yalla
GET SOME LSD, SOME COKE, AND JUST CHILL
five hours on that bus felt like centuries to us
seconds were minutes and hours were days
five hours on that bus felt like centuries to us
and time left us with f*** all to say
the drums are beating and the banners are waiving
on that battleground
and we're just waiting, anticipating that percussive sound
that welcomes the night and welcomes us
as we are crowned the kings and queens of babylon
or NYC, or anytown
reality is fabulous if you can just transcend
and it makes it a whole lot easier to have a couple friends
to pick you up or else you will just continue to fall
and you'll just keep banging your head against the f***ing wall
we were just barely seventeen, we doused our youth in gasoline
went outside, and smoked a cigarette
just barely seventeen days before that halloween
that i know we will never forget
we're looking for something real, don't know what but we don't feel
like turning back now that we've come this far
don't know just what we'll find but we know god would never hide
something from us that is rightfully ours
GRIND
you would run away if you knew how to use your legs
you would escape if you knew you were in a cage
you would be afraid if there were any other way
and you would be ashamed if you caused all this pain
you know (x3)
but you're just playing dumb
you know where all of this comes from
helpless, exploited,
they don't know why
but they still suffer and they still die
but with your eyes closed you grind their f***ing bones between your teeth
NEVER f*** A MUSICIAN (unless you want a song written about you)
I don't know when to call
And I don't know if I should even call at all
I'd ask her if this hurt her
As much as it hurt me
I'd ask her if I forgave her
would she'd ever forgive me?
And I'd say
Before things get any worse
Why don't you marry me?
We'll tie some tin cans to a hearse
And you can bury me
And in 30 years
Will all your regrets disappear?
Will you still think you were right?
Or will you finally know what it's like
And for a week she would have these dreams
And she would tell me about how every night
She'd wake up in a cold sweat
Thinking that she had done something
That she knew that she would regret
For the rest of her life
And I never told her about how
I would have these dreams where she would leave
And how I'd wake up in a cold sweat,
Remember how she still loved me and how
That was the only f***ing thing
That would get me back to sleep
(they can't all be love songs)
DANCING
Don't stand me up
I have enough trouble
standing up for myself
And don't leave me alone
don't take me home
I was just getting used to this
thing called loneliness
but then i found you
and then you found me dancing
And it's not like I haven't been
in this situation before
But every single time
I seem to fall for it
Then I'll spend more time getting over it
Than over you
So I'll just keep on,
and we'll just keep on dancing
And you won't hear this song
being played on the radio
But I'll burn it on, with some other ones,
onto a blank cd
And since you came to our show
I'll give you one for free
And we can play it while we're dancing
Big Red Killing Machine is:
Alex - Drums
Mike - Bass & Vocals
Patrick - Words & Guitar
