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Invocation/Quit Stallin'
03:03
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Cops, out there checkin their sensors, lookin out for offenders
lookin for you and me
Hey, don't you know there's a war on, all our morals are long gone
come on, dontcha see?
But you know I got you covered when the bastards come out runnin, you know what'll set us free?
I love you, I hate you
You know what'll set us free?
I know you, I've been you
You know what'll set us free?
Fash, pullin out their old arm bands, you don't find that alarmin', it's on the TV
Hey, you don't like all our violence, God, that's just the same old stance
Hippes ridin' humvees
But you know I got you covered when the bastards come out runnin, you know what'll set us free?
I've seen it it's a long dry mile
all this waitin just ain't my style
I don't wanna kill anyone else
But we all gotta protect ourselves
But you know I got you covered when the bastards come out runnin, You know what'll set us free?
It's time to quit stallin'
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Throw It Away
03:11
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What got us here?
You don't think it's weird?
You ain't tired of the bullshit, the lies, the insults, or the attacks?
Well, it's all the same.
Days drop like rain.
Nothin left but distraction for us now.
Sit down, shut up, tune out
They fell upon us on the open road
I gotta say, you got this way of buggin me
They try to tell us as if we don't know
"Oh did ya see, oh did ya read, oh did ya think?"
Throw it away...
Fuck this, fuck you, fuck it all.
Where are my drugs?
Where are the drugs?
Somebody better load me up, sober ain't my game.
Well ain't it nice?
We all got our vice.
Booze, smokes, fuckin, it's all the same.
Sit down, shut up, tune out.
But we all throw it away
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Open Letter
03:09
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Dear USA, Dear USA
I didn't think that Trump would sell
I didn't know it snows in hell
You'll try and ban my friends
You'll try and jail my friends
You'll try and kill my friends
You got your friends behind you
You got the Klan behind you
The Nazi Flag's behind you
Dear USA, Dear USA
Liberals do this shit every time
Somehow Nazis just don't cross their line
You'll try and ban my friends
You'll try and jail my friends
You'll try and kill my friends
You got your friends behind you
You got the Klan behind you
The Nazi Flag's behind you
We droppin bombs around the globe
Pigs on the streets and feds in every hole
You'll try and ban my friends
You'll try and jail my friends
You'll try and kill my friends
You got your friends behind you
You got the Klan behind you
The Nazi Flag's behind you
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Camaro
02:32
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Sittin in the back of the van, the drugs all knocked him out
Wake up and bake up, we'll see you another day
And he kicks the guy sittin by the side of the street
But has the gall to blame the man himself.
Cause it's the small things that let me know
Yer just a fucken fake, yer puttin on a show
It's the dumb things you say and hear
The stupid little whispers you put in my ear
Crashed his Camaro right in the side of the street
Stumbles out alive, unharmed, and on his feet
Cops show up, say "whatcha doin, boy?"
Cry and wail that it ain't yer fucken fault
Cause it's the small things that let me know
Yer just a fucken fake, yer puttin on a show
It's the dumb things you say and hear
The stupid little whispers you put in my ear
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One by one, two by two
We'll at least get a few
We runnin arson tonight
Shut em out, pack em in
Wave at the boys in Blue
Not a live one in sight
Let's set em all on fire
One by one, two by two
We'll at least get a few
We runnin arson tonight
Shut em out, pack em in
Wave at the boys in Blue
We runnin arson tonight
Let's set em all on fire
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Flannel Dan Indianapolis, Indiana
Some gosh danged commie-ass punks from Indy who drink too much.
Zach Gay- Guitar/Vocals
Charles Hedrick- Bass/Vocals
Porter Minor- Drums/Adderal
Flannel Dan recommends:
The most kickass rowdy-ass shit
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PEER PRESSURE (DOPE SWEATER / BAD FICTION SPLIT EP)
by Dope Sweater
The boys, our boys, everyone's boys
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Mental Enslavement
by City Trash
Hardcore skate-punks. They rip
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A Split 7" Between Friends
by Dr Sure's Unusual Practice / Bench Press
A four-track bout between two of Australia's most formidable post-punk groups, fueled by wiry guitar riffs and vibrant, timely lyrics.
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A collection of eight combustible tracks that cram a whole bunch of fuzzy hooks into a brief 19-minute run time.
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Cost of Living
by Downtown Boys
Downtown Boys' Sub Pop debut is as brash, bright, and political as the Providence punk band's ever been, showcasing their songwriting.
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