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Foolish Mortals
02:38
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What the fuck is wrong with this world?
Ticking time bomb set to explode
Pile in a rocket
And exit the planet
Leave behind the wreckage of our home
We don’t care we’re killing the earth
We’ll drain it for all its worth
Rising seas are not our concern
Extinction is what we deserve
Who needs clean air when there’s money to earn?
So sit back and watch it burn
Apocalypse? Now?
Lo behold
As foretold
The more we grow
The more we choke
Drop the bomb
Blame your gods
Hoard your gold
Eat your young
Rich white men have sealed our fate
And brought about the end of days
This flying rock will be our grave
Our bodies scorched by solar rays
What’s the point?
Hold the void
Precious fragile ecology
Sacrificed for economy
Deny the signs of catastrophe
Subscribed to the science of apathy
Suck your oil
Pollute the soil
Shuffle off
This mortal coil
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2. |
Wicked Set Dude
01:32
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I’d rather be caught dead in a ditch
with a thumb up my ass
And a hole in my head
It’s not what you want, it’s what you need
Beg and plead but you’ll never beat this disease
All bark
No bite
You clear the bar to meet the challenge
Rockstar
Attitude
You got the balls but where's the talent?
Didn’t know it was amateur hour
Didn’t sign up for amateur hour
Go big
Go home
Fuck you and the beast you ride on
Misled
Fanbase
We’re sorry but they’ll be no refunds
Come witness the worst of the unrehearsed
Wicked set, dude
Sign up for amateur hour
Someone please cut the power
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I stand before you now
In the juvenile court
Because I don’t know how
The real world works
Lie awake
I cry and I shake
Drunk mistake
I was not to blame
Lie, fake
The boy who threw shit at a wolf
Pushed until it snapped
Rabid upon impact
Didn’t think it’d bite back
The best damn legal team
That money can buy
Daddy tells me not to worry
Never do hard time
Get away without any consequence
For blaming your filthy rich parents
I’m not necessarily innocent
I’d like to plead ignorance
A classic case of white privilege
Dumbed down by my affluence
Victims will never know justice
And all I get is a slap on the wrist
The wolf was then put down
After ravaging the whole town
It’s not like I don’t care
I was simply unaware
The boy who threw shit
The boy who threw shit at a wolf
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4. |
The Spilling Joke
02:35
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When everybody sucks
Who should give a fuck?
I’ll leave battered and bruised
Covered in fucking cuts
I don’t give a fuck
I get the spins
I can’t win
If life has a punchline
I haven’t gotten it
Fell over, hit my head on the floor again
Picked up and laughed at by all my friends
Waste of space is up for rent
I’m going in the pit with my shoes untied
Trying to make it easier for me to fucking die
Funny guy is out for blood
Woke up with no clue of what I’ve done
It’s been years of this shit, how do we still call this fun?
Walking joke has come to town
I won’t lie, I can’t die
Trust me, it’s not like I haven’t tried
Piece of shit has hit the fan
We’re done
But isn’t that more than half the fun?
When everybody sucks
Who should give a fuck?
I’ll leave battered and bruised
Covered in fucking cuts
I don’t give a fuck
I get the spins
I can’t win
Soaked in gin
With a shit eating grin
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5. |
Wholesome Family Fun
02:20
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Hello kids, do you like cartoons?
Try our new brainwashing tool
Disguised as wholesome family fun
Salute the flag, buy a gun
But please
Forget our history
Three black circles block your view
Of a legacy of bigotry
Copyright the public domain
Line our pockets, fund our campaign
And every toy you’ve ever bought
Was assembled
In an impoverished Third World sweatshop
M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E
Has us marching off to kill for the American Dream
M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E
Has declared a monopoly on my fantasies
M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E
For you and me and company, fuck your fucking industry
Hands of the few assert their control
Princess merch enforce gender roles
When you wish upon a star
It shall be granted
By an impoverished Third World sweatshop
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6. |
Are You Ashamed?
01:46
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Getting fucked up everyday
Throwing all your money away
As your liver goes to waste
Are you ashamed?
Can’t believe the shit you say
Not a cell left in your brain
I’m embarrassed for your sake
Are you ashamed?
Lost your wallet and your keys
And your sense of subtlety
Drop your pants and make a scene
Are you ashamed?
Crawling on your hands and knees
In the middle of the street
Looking for your missing teeth
Are you ashamed?
You ashamed? You afraid
Was it in a fucking stadium?
Are you ashamed?
God, I’m so fucking ashamed
You failed again,
When’s it end?
When you lost all your friends?
Are you not entertained?
Wake from the forgotten night
To repeat a second time
I’m surprised you’re still alive
Are you ashamed?
Go ahead and fuck your life
Shooting up and railing lines
Till the day you fucking die
Are you ashamed?
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7. |
Alien Butt Stuff
03:44
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In the middle of a cold, dark night
While sleeping soundly, deep in dream
My room fills with a piercing light
I move through the walls, paralyzed
My body floats towards the sky
They take me far beyond the stars
An unknown craft of untold size
Its beams absorb me inside
Strip me naked and strap me down
Subjected to their sick experiment
I try to scream, but I make no sound
Metallic probes shoved in every hole
With their tools they cut and slice
Then insert a small device
Close encounters
Of the fourth kind
I'm abducted
They warn of alien invasion
They say it’s all fabricated
How could it be hallucinated
I never felt so violated
It’s probably psychosis
Or perhaps sleep paralysis
The events without witness
Admitted under hypnosis
I see the pale light coming
I hear transmitters call me
Three years have passed since the incident
Dismissed as a simple delusion
The evidence left upon the skin
These scars were not self-inflicted
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Sympathy Dog
02:29
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Followed you all my life
You said you were my only friend
Abused my loyalty
Means to an end
The blank look of the passing face
Sounds of their falling change
Sure beats a life in a cage
Begging for sympathy
Another night on the cold concrete
It’s been days since I last ate
The only home I’ve ever known
Dumpster in the alleyways
Pull back, protest and whimper
Once again, I go unheard
I hear them say those words
Begging for sympathy
How can you claim you can take care of me
When you can’t take care of yourself?
Wrapped my leash around a pole
Out in the freezing cold
Looked at me and left me alone
Hungry, tired with nowhere to go
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9. |
Crab People
02:06
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Si tu veux te plaindre
Tu pleureras tout seul
Mange notre marde
Ou ferme ta yeule
Impliquer
Laïcité
Refuser
Les réfugiés
Speak French or die
Parlez français icitte calisse
Isolé et fiere
Maintenir un race pur
Pour proteger
Notre culture
Chu pas racist
Chu un caqist
Police ta langue
Ou decriss le camp
Cut my hands off
Watch me crawl through my faults
Bleed out on this road laced with salt
How did we become
Impostors in our hometown?
Words laced with poison
Dripping from a bastard’s tongue
When a parrot in the pet shop
Is the canary in the coal mine
Repeating a truth you don’t want
Preferring to be blind
Vive Québec
Vive la dette
Fuck la Bloc
Suce ma CAQ
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The cut is deep
Skin stripped away
The flesh is weak
Slowly decays
What lies beneath
Killing machine
Upgrade to the next stage
Cold calculation
Form evolution
Job automation
World domination
Long live the new flesh
Bring me the head
Embrace the new phase
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11. |
Baby Steps
03:08
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We don’t have the funds
We don’t have the look
And we don’t have the technique
But we always aim to please
I’ll break every bone
I’ll bleed for you
I’ll take your abuse
Try to keep you amused
Stripped and humiliated
I just wanna be appreciated
Blood, sweat and puke
Bathed in booze
Blood, sweat and puke
All for you
Bit by bit and inch by inch
Soon enough we’ll all be lynched
And we might show up late
Butt end of all your rage
Spit you beer right in my face
Sorry about what happened to your stage
I’ll pay every dollar
I’ll travel to the middle of nowhere
And I’ll make myself a martyr
Just to play here is truly an honour
It ain’t a party ‘til you bring out the gimp
And tonight I’ll be your bitch
Bit by bit and inch by inch
Two black eyes and a busted lip
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Gutser Montreal, Québec
Gutser comes from the Australian slang term “come a gutser,” meaning to fall flat on one’s face or to fail miserably, often as a result of pride. Gutser is also a punk/metal band from Montreal, Quebec
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Best friends from Hamilton, they put on one hell of a show.
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Powerviolence is for Lovers EP
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Awesome new powerviolence trio from Montreal
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