The short and punky single off the new 200 Proof album "Pick Your Poison".

The Little Song

The second single off of 200 Proof's upcoming album titled "Pick Your Poison". 

Prayer to St. Rita (Hayworth)

I can tell the difference between
Cold water from the well and sweet gasoline
Cause I watched as my skin turned pale
In your briar of curls
And in this bed of nails

You think you’re cool sittin’ there spittin’ fire don’t you
Well I can’t wait till your friends see the liar in you
I didn’t want to blame anybody but me
But you can’t act like that 
And expect an apology from me

I met a man once who told me to write what was true
I guess I let him down when I wrote this song all about you

How do I reach you
So high upon your shelf
How do I hear you
You don’t speak for yourself
How do I fix you
Broken in and of itself
And how do I love you
When I really don’t love myself

Sweet Gasoline

I got this mean garage sale amp
Plug it in, it’ll play like a champ
Gotta hold it up with a crutch
But it only cost a couple a bucks
And somethin’ ‘bout that 3 watt tone
Tells me that I’m not alone
It doesn’t need to play for long
Cause it’s already writing me a song

I roll up in my pinto truck
I may seem down on my luck
And she doesn’t exactly have clutch
But she never did ask me for every much
And somethin’ ‘bout her muffler moan
Tells me that I’m not alone
She doesn’t have to go too far
Cause she already makes me feel like a star

Live on the corner of Bedlam and Squalor
Spot the size of a silver dollar
You won’t see Mr. Such-And-Such
So many people live there you won’t see much
And somethin’ ‘bout that crowded home
Tells me that I’m not alone
It won’t stay up forever
But that just makes it better
And it doesn’t have to stay for long
Cause it already wrote me this little song

I've been prayin' to the god Biology
I've singin' with the saints Pornography
And I think we owe Sodom an apology

C'mon c'mon
Cause no sin is forgiven
C'mon c'mon
Cause sinnin' is livin'

She went down to the river to wet her thighs
Those angel wings opened up right before my eyes
And I couldn't have come this far if I told lies

C'mon c'mon
Cause no sin is forgiven
C'mon c'mon
Cause sinnin' is livin'

Devil's gone so it's just me and you
Praise the lord, praise the lord, praise the lord hallelu
Praise the lord, praise the lord, praise the lord, hallelu

C'mon c'mon
Cause no sin is forgiven
C'mon c'mon
Cause sinnin' is livin'

Help me St. Rita

Brothers and sisters you don't have to go home alone
Grab somebody soft, hell, grab somebody cold like stone
Forget about your troubled past forget about last time
God said if it don't feel good it probably wasn't right
Girl I know you're close, oh so close to sin
But before you get there darlin' can I get an amen?

Amen
Amen
Amen, amen, amen, amen

A Prayer To St. Rita (Hayworth)

Got a job at the market
They are in every aisle
Tryin’ just to restock it
Fakin’ every smile

Fat kids and bad parents
Price gun shoots ‘em down
Anger’s not apparent
They wouldn’t dare look down

And if I had my way
And I had my say
I’d be taking pot shots from the second floor railing

We are brothers in arms
We sweat the same brow
You just don’t alarm
Don’t try and stop me now

I got no more words left
Nothing left to say
But you look beautiful
So have a nice day 

And if I had my way
And I had my say
I’d be talking golf swings off of customers noses

God hates rich kids
And I do too
God hates rich kids
And I do too
God hates rich kids
And I do too
But compared to my friends
I guess I’m one too

Punching Clocks

Girl it’s dangerous for me to love you
Bite your fingers off to get a piece of you
Pull your hair out just to be closer to you

Face it girl you’re in love with an animal
Face it girl you’re in love with an animal

It shouldn’t take this much explanin’
Kick your teeth in to hear what you’re sayin’
Take away your toys to see what game you’re playin’

Face it girl you’re in love with an animal
Face it girl you’re in love with an animal

So you called out for me to save you
But you got water in your lungs
So I leaned in to try and kiss you
But I’ve got blood on my tongue

Face it girl you’re in love with an animal
Face it girl you’re in love with an animal
Face it girl you’re in love with an animal

Love Animal

Hell is not something that lives below you
It’s more like something you carry with you
Not as in weight more as in cancer
Like all of those questions you couldn’t answer
Maybe this is too complicated
Or maybe you just don’t care
But when you told me to go hell darlin’ well
I was already there

Do you even know
What is not quite right with me
Cause I would let it go if it would let me be

I'm the devil in the record, livin life in reverse
But goin’ to the graveyard got me free rides in the hearse
Come into my house make it a home, screamin' out loud not alone
There’s no Point A or Point B don’t know what you’re sayin’
The only way out is the box you came in
That cookie-cutter mold that never helped me understand
Why I look like I’m going to a funeral
Well fuck it, maybe I am

Do you even know
What is not quite right with me
Cause I would let it go if it would let me be

Now you’re lookin at a man who’s gettin’ kind of mad
But if you leave me alone that’s when it gets really bad
Cause maybe I should keep this between me and god
But I really don’t think the guy’s doing his job
I wish I could trust his friendliness
But behind his eyes
Behind his eyes
Behind his eyes
an emptiness

You’re fighting a war but you treat it like a vaccination
Treating these drugs like candy, attrition as inoculation
The first rule of war is know thine enemy
But let give you rule number two
Smiles are not victories

Do you even know
What is not quite right with me
What it is
What is not
What is not quite right
What is not quite right with me

Do You Even Know?

I suppose you guys want some kind of story
A little bit of death, a little bit of glory
But all my tales seem to end with me drinking alone
Singin’ sad sad songs till I’m stoned
My particular state has never bothered me
Try it for yourself and then you’ll see

Cause I’ve been sittin’ on my stump
And I’ve been gettin’ kinda drunk
But that doesn’t make me a bad guy
That’s just another habit of mine
That’s just another bad habit of mine

Fallin’ angels make the best drinkin’ buddies
They always have all the best stories
Preacher man goes town to town, house to home
He says “do you realize, what’s happenin’ son?”
I said father you go to understand
Ain’t enough water in the world to make me a better man

Cause I’ve been sittin’ on my stump
And I’ve been gettin’ kinda drunk
But that doesn’t make me a bad guy
That’s just another habit of mine
That’s just another bad habit of mine

I’ve been thinkin’ about all the plans I never made
I’ve been thinkin’ about all the hands I never played
I know I’m gonna spend my life divin’ into an empty cup
But there’s no place I’d rather end up
And there's no other I'd rather be
And there’s no other fool better than me

Cause I’ve been sittin’ on my stump
And I’ve been gettin' pretty fuckin' drunk
But that doesn’t make me a bad guy
That’s just another habit of mine
That’s just another bad habit of mine
That’s just another oh that’s just another
That’s just another oh that’s just another
Bad habit
Bad habit
Bad habit
Of mine
Of mine
Of mine
Of mine, of mine

Bad Habit

I know you’ve been making use of most of your time 
You work with things like wood and plaster
But there are voices comin’ ‘round all the time 
They say "c'mon you gotta work faster"

You stand upon unsteady ground
You stand upon unsteady ground
One day it’ll all fall down
Cause you stand upon unsteady ground

I know money is money 
and you don’t make near enough
But how are you supposed to make a life 
when a living is enough?

You stand upon unsteady ground
You stand upon unsteady ground
One day it’ll all fall down
Cause you stand upon unsteady ground

The only way to defend yourself is to 
Bleed out to your heart’s content
And keep spitting out all of the words you know 
Until you and your books are totally spent

See they said “another freak, here, amongst us”
But trust, they’ll never get a chance to forget this

Cause I cast my face in plaster of paris
I’m the master of rings, I run the circus
So when they reject you and break your trust
Remember we accept you, you’re one of us

They wanna throw me back in the zoo
They wanna throw me back in the zoo
They wanna throw me back in the zoo
If I'm lucky, it'll be you

If I'm lucky, it'll be you
If I'm lucky, it'll be you
If I'm lucky, it'll be you
If I'm lucky I'll see you in the zoo

Unsteady Ground

When lead guitarist/vocalist Jack Harmon invited then drum virgin Michael Silva over for a first time jam session, the two realized their musicianship held great chemistry thus creating a hobby into a career. A year and five band titles later, Jack and Michael considered asking their mutual friend, Loren Acosta to join the band. Loren had just placed first in a Video/Audio Production State Competition for producing audio with teammate, Michael Silva, and was then in a college music class with Jack Harmon proving himself to be a likely candidate to play bass in the band which widened 200 Proof's bandwidth. Soon after, Jack and Loren invited classmate and trumpeter Kaitlin Simoneau into the band. Not only did Kaitlin's skilled trumpet playing increase dynamic to the band but she also gave a great amount of musical tips and tricks which improved the flow of the music and the musicianship of the band.

The four piece band has had the luxury to record to tape and is currently in the mixing process for their upcoming album, titled "Pick Your Poison" to be released this fall (2014).

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