Nap Time

Laceration

"SATURDAY NIGHT TERRORS" 

I FIND THINGS I NEVER FOUND UNDER THE TABLE 
A BIG BLACK TARP AND A BOX OF DIAMOND RINGS 
AND PIECES OF MYSELF ARE NOW DISABLED 
BESIDE THE SHELF, BESIDE THE SHELF 
AND ONE LAST THING TO YOU DON'T BUG THE NEIGHBORS 
A SHADOW BOXES EVERYTHING IT SEES 
AND PIECES OF MYSELF ARE NOW ENABLED 
BESIDE THE SHELF, BESIDE THE SHELF 

CAUSE IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT 
AND I'M TELLING YOU THE THINGS YOU WANT TO HEAR 
SOUNDS LIKE A FEEDING FRENZY 
BACK ON THE STREETS 
THE PAVEMENT STEERS ME CLEAR 
CLEAR FROM THE FEEDING FRENZY 

I SEE THINGS I NEVER SEEN UNDER THE PAPERS 
A BIG GOLD PIPE AND A STACK OF 23's 
AND PIECES OF MYSELF ARE NOW DISABLED 
BESIDE THE SHELF, BESIDE THE SHELF 
AND ONE LAST THING TO YOU DON'T BUG THE NEIGHBORS 
A SHADOW BOXES EVERYTHING IT SEES 
AND PIECES OF MYSELF ARE NOW ENABLED 
BESIDE THE SHELF, BESIDE THE MYSELF 

IT'S WARM IN MID-NOVEMBER, HOW LONG? 
AND I'M PISS DRUNK IN THE WINTER, HOW LONG? 
SIT AND SING THIS SONG 
AND I'M WAITING FOR THE SUMMER, HOW LONG? 
AND I'M WISHING IT WAS OVER

from Cinco de Mayo, track released 05 May 2013 
Robert Condol - vocals, guitar 
Noel Massacre - drums 
Anthony Caruso - bass 

Recorded by Anthony Caruso & Frankie Siragusa 
Mix & Mastered by Frankie Siragusa

Saturday Night Terrors

"LAST CIGAR" 

DADDY BOUGHT HIMSELF A NEW GUN 
HE'S SHOWING OFF TO HIS FRIENDS 
DADDY WON'T YOU SELL YOUR BIG DREAMS 
CAUSE ONE DAY YOUR LUNGS WILL END 
GET YOURSELF OUT OF THE KITCHEN 
AND BUY YOURSELF A BRAND NEW CAR 
DADDY WON'T YOU KEEP ON DRINKING 
AND LIGHT UP THAT LAST CIGAR 

DADDY BOUGHT HIMSELF SOME NEW FUN 
HE'S SHOWING OFF TO HIS FRIENDS 
DADDY YOU FORGOT THE BIG SCENE 
CAUSE ONE DAY YOUR FUN WILL END 
GET YOURSELF OUT OF THE KITCHEN 
YOU BUY YOURSELF A BRAND NEW CAR 
DADDY WON'T YOU KEEP ON DRINKING 
AND BITE OFF THAT LAST CIGAR
credits
from Cinco de Mayo, track released 05 May 2013 
Robert Condol - vocals, guitar 
Noel Massacre - drums 
Anthony Caruso - bass 

Last Cigar

Batshit Blues

	
"PUSHING ROPE" 

SHE BE CALLING IN THE EARLY MORN 
LEAVE A MESSAGE CAUSE I'M NOT AT THE PHONE 
"HEY IT'S THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE" 
HALF DRUNK WHEN I MAKE UP MY MIND 
AND I'LL BE LYING IF I'D PASS UP THAT CRIME 
"HEY IT'S THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE" 
NOW WE'RE DRUNK AND NOW WE'RE FLYING 
AND I'M STUCK 'TIL QUARTER TO FIVE 
"HEY IT'S THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE" 
AND NOW SHE'S DRUNK AND NOW SHE'S CRYING 
AND I'M STUCK 'TIL QUARTER TO NINE 
"HEY IT'S THE TIME OF YOUR…" 

FACE DOWN ON THE GROUND LIKE A BABY 
AND I'M SURE SHE WON'T JUMP SHIP TO SAVE ME 

PUSHING ROPE UNTIL IT HURTS NO MORE 
INTRODUCE YOU TO THE SIDE OF THE ROAD 
THIS AIN'T HOME

Pushing Rope

"THE NEXT DOOR MURDER" REVISED 

WE TORCHED HER EYES AND COVERED UP 
 ANYTHING THAT COULD LINK US 
 TO THE SCENE OF THE MURDER   
TO THE SEA OF NO RETURN 
HOLD THE KNIFE NEXT TO THE SKIN 
 I PROMISE THAT IT WILL CUT QUICK   
HOLD HER FACE UP TO THE LIGHT   
HOLD IT STEADY 
TAKE A BITE 

WHO'S DOWN FOR THE NEXT DOOR MURDER.. 
WHO'S NEXT IN THE CATTLE LINE? 

HER TORTURED EYES ARE COVERED UP   
THE FIRE BURNING WILL WARN US   
WHEN IT'S TIME HER BLOOD WILL BURN   
WHEN IT'S RIPE SHE'LL HAVE HER TURN 
HOLD THE KNIFE NEXT TO THE SKIN 
 I PROMISE THAT IT WILL CUT QUICK   
HOLD HER FACE UP TO THE LIGHT 
 HOLD IT STEADY 
TAKE A BITE

from Cinco de Mayo, track released 05 May 2013 
Robert Condol - vocals, guitar 
Noel Massacre - drums 
Anthony Caruso - bass 

Murder Next Door

	
"GOLD RUSH" 

ONCE WE HIT THE BARN 
WE SAT OUTSIDE THE COLD 
WE'RE TAKING THE LONG ROAD HOME 
BUT YOU WON'T BE THE SAME 
ALL NIGHT, BUT AFTER THE FIRE WE WILL… 

WATCH OUT CHILD CAUSE 
THE CAT KIDNAPPED YOUR SOUL 
TRADED IT FOR GOLD 
TRADED IT FOR GOLD 
AND YOU THINK YOU'RE FINE 
'TIL YOU BREATHE THE MURKY AIR 
EYE'S TEAR UP IN SMOKE 
TEAR UP IN SMOKE 

LOW ON OXYGEN 
THEY TRY TO SLIP AWAY 
TO THE EASTERN PART OF TOWN 
BUT YOU WON'T BE THE SAME 
ALL NIGHT, BUT AFTER THE FIRE WE WILL… 

WATCH OUT CHILD CAUSE 
THE CAT KIDNAPPED YOUR SOUL 
TRADED IT FOR GOLD 
TRADED IT FOR GOLD 
AND YOU THINK YOU'RE FINE 
'TIL YOU BREATHE THE MURKY AIR 
EYE'S TEAR UP IN SMOKE 
TEAR UP IN SMOKE

MAD COZY