SECOND LOOK: Got problems he just drinks em down, dim lights cover up the sound, late coming home again, while she waits for him. Late night he kicks open the door. Argument stope when she hits the floor. Has one drink then one more, says at least it’s over now. Morning apologetic eyes, promises to stop are all just lies. This will happen again and again. Last calls now a broken jaw, now back on the floor, has a drink then one more, well found out the hardest way. Problems like him don’t just go away. People like that just don’t change, they always remain. Found out the hardest way, people like him never go away, they will always remain. Take a second look. Another night, another fight, another reason why, this is not just an accidental happening. Now he’s lying on the bed, put the gun up to his head, pull the trigger now he’s dead. Says god forgive me! Found out the hardest way, problems like him don’t just go away, people like that just don’t change, they always remain. Found out the hardest way, people like him never go away, they will always remain, take a second look.

Second Look

THIS ONE'S FOR JOHNNY: Lets all dance, lets all drink. Throw our hands up and we'll sing. Together one time, before we go. Let's make these more than songs. Let's make this more than another show. For all the broken hearts. For all the lost souls. For all the stress and time, spent out on the road. The forty hour work week it seems, to grab us by the throats. So take a look around. We are all the same. Problems and pain. We are all the same. Let it bleed or leave it be. Like everything. Just hold on long enough, to feel some honesty. Find the one reason, to not let go. Grit them teeth get those scars, hold your head up in those bars. But we'll come and go again, there's always broken hearts. Just find one reason, to not let go. So take a look around. We are all the same. Problems and pain. You're waking up, it's coming down. Gotta go now, I'll see you round. Been gone so long, next town is home. Wasting away, it's the way it goes. It's the way it goes, the way it goes. FUCK YOU: They told me to stop my drinking. They told me no more women or booze. They told me no more late nights of cocaine. Well I had to tell them fuck you. And I've had my share of hard times and hand cuffs. Drunk tanks, court dates and county blues. And I've started more bar fights than I've finished. But they all started with a fuck you. Well I don't give a god damn if this life leads us to hell. I don't give a shit if you don't like what we do. I got my friends and good times and that California sunshine. You can have the rest plus fuck you. And I fall out of love just as quick as I fall in. My broken heart is covered in tattoos. And the girls think I'm cute on the weekends. But when Monday comes around and they tell me fuck you. And our tour van is just a rolling felony. Percocets, Oxys, and mushrooms. But when we get pulled over by the god damn police. We say well officer fuck you. Well I don't give a god damn if this life leads us to hell. I don't give a shit if you don't like what we do. I got my friends and good times and that California sunshine. You can have the rest plus fuck you.

This One's For Johnny by Get Dead (2012)

GET DEAD is an electric/acoustic punkrock band, forged in the furnace of San Francisco, CA in 2007. Brought together by their appeal for punk infused rock and roll riffs, joy of acoustic impurities and desire to keep it simple. They continue to play local Bay Area shows, tour the Western U. S. and most recently finished an Eastern European 25 day tour of seven countries during Spring of 2012. They acknowledge their good fortune to have played in support of bands large and small, popular and unpopular. With the momentum and ferocity of an elephant shot with phencyclidine they continue to bring their debaucherous electric and acoustic punkrock to all towns, events, venues and fans that will tolerate them, baptize them in beer and indulge in after hours dance parties with maximum bubbles.

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