King’s Gambit x3

Lyrics written by Buddy Buell
Performed by
Buddy Buell - Bass/Vocals
Cliff Rehder - Guitars
Dave Lazono - Drums


4x We're sending guns to all of your children, what will you do?

Family gatherings won't be the same, when your Kiddies come equipped to kill.

One day it maybe the death of me, but at this point I don't care!

For the second time I've heard somebody say that I was taking my life away!

Intoxicated, your bundles of joy.

Arousal by fear.

Crazed blood shot eyes, 

roaming the hillsides,

With smiles of Madmen.

Deployment! DEPLOYMENT!

Greet our Pit bulls of the new Revolution!

What will you do?

So what if I'm speaking the truth, they're on your trail like hounds.

The left hand of God - will not judge - just make you disappear.

Just look away, turn away, be afraid or face what you fear!

You've made us dependent on your fuel prostitution, well open up pal and swallow it whole.

Hang all the leaders half massed for confusion - the only thing left swinging on poles.

2x Nothing can touch me and nothing can judge me.

Just remember these words to live by.

Run... Hide... Run... Hide!

2x Run and hide and always be afraid, be afraid!

With your kind it's always the same!

We're sending guns to all of your children, what will you do?

You'll kill nothing, kill nothing, kill nothing, kill nothing!

4x Your bundles of joy - taking your life.

Tequila Weed and Guns

Song written by Tosin Abasi (Animals As Leaders, Born Of Osiris). Lyrics written by Buddy Buell. Performed by Buddy Buell - Bass/Vocals, Cliff Rehder - Guitars, Dave Lazono - Drums. Very rare recording, not mixed or mastered it's right off the board. Raw.

Lyrics -
Rape = provocation, exasperate
Rape = defoliation, contaminate 
Rape = incursion, vitiate 
Rape = desexualize, castrate

On the way to the missionary, they found a new brother to sow. A new prosperous beginning, in the old blasphemous hole.

When I'm done and through with you, you'll be ashamed.
you'll be ashamed.
You prey on soft and lovelies, you pray on angst.

Rape = provocation, exasperate
Rape = defoliation, contaminate 
Rape = incursion, vitiate 
Rape = desexualize, castrate

and you say it's not your fault, but with the Smith and Wesson's blessings and a straight razor held by an adolescent.

Rape 
Rape 
Rape
Rape
Hatred
Hatred
Hatred
Hatred 

Eunuch

Lyrics written by Buddy Buell. Performed by Buddy Buell - Bass/Vocals, Cliff Rehder - Guitars, Dave Lazono - Drums. Very rare recording, not mixed or mastered it's right off the board. Raw.

Lyrics-
He bought a firearm last week, but today he said "I'm gonna have to clean up house - yes you too - and you in the chair with the middle name Condescend. When I'm done with your skull, their gonna need a bucket to clean up the gore - well fuck you too! Sell me down the river, backstabber, double cross! Revel in it! Backbiting, double tongue, gonna cut it out - and you, hiding in the corner, dripping piss from your cubical!"

When you can't erase the past - time stands still when the swinging arm cocks the hammer.

A diabolical way to seize the day, he said "I think I have about four rounds left, and a spare clip, that means you're gonna get it worst a painful, belly load! Gasoline will cleanse your souls, make it better and leave this place in shambles - fuck you too! I'm not the one on the floor, begging like an imbecile!"

Pique Willing

Song written by Tosin Abasi and originally preformed by P.S.I. 
Javier and Tosen... http://youtu.be/NmfzWpp0hMc,
Buddy Buell... http://youtu.be/F3jZdit4fEA
and Dave Lozano http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1117113183&sk=wall
Lyrics written by Buddy Buell
Recording by
Buddy Buell - Bass/Vocals
Cliff Rehder - Guitars
Dave Lazono - Drums
Engineered by Mike Bossier with Oblivion Studios
Lyrics- 
He bought a firearm last week, but today he said "I'm gonna have to clean up house - yes you too - and you in the chair with the middle name Condescend. When I'm done with your skull, their gonna need a bucket to clean up the gore - well fuck you too! Sell me down the river, backstabber, double cross! Revel in it! Backbiting, double tongue, gonna cut it out - and you, hiding in the corner, dripping piss from your cubical!"

When you can't erase the past - time stands still when the swinging arm cocks the hammer.

A diabolical way to seize the day, he said "I think I have about four rounds left, and a spare clip, that means you're gonna get it worst a painful, belly load!" Gasoline will clean your souls, make it better and leave this place in shambles - fuck you too! I'm not the one on the floor, begging like an imbecile!"

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