Whatcha see, whatcha do, whatcha going through
It makes ya seem like you're mean, like you're really cruel
It makes it seem like you're going to go under fast
Into the womb of that evil lady all in black

But ya see light coming through
And it looks so nice
But if you go on through
Then you won't come back tonight
And you see light coming through
And it looks so nice
And ya feel like going to
Those pretty white lights

Wasn't dreaming only good in bed?
I think you're doing it all day up in your busy head
You'll spin around and around in circles too
It makes it seem like you and life are just a gruesome two

Pretty White Lights

Life was never short of a horror for Big Red
Found beside the corpse of his mother when he was 10
Sittin in a puddle of blood that matched the hair on his head
Seein all the things that you oughta not as a kid
But he’s on, he’s on
He’s sharper than the cleaver that took away his hell of a mom
And he’s only just begun
He never let the sight of a woman distract
He’s was out to kill a killer all the evidence was callin his dad
Well he drew up all his plans and he took em to his brother who said
Who said don’t you ever, hope you ever, thought you ever oughta be dead?
But he’s not, he’s not
He’s kicking to the beat of the war drum that pounds in his heart
And he’s only just begun
Dear Mother Magdalen
I’m sorry bout what father did just know that I will not let him live
Dear Mother Magdalen
Cut I’d rather die than leave him to live
I’ll run around in circles till the day that he’s dead
Right before the mind of his father collapsed
He noticed he was uppin his does on all the pills that he had
So he tracked them suckas down to a man who had the whole town in debt
And he shot him good between both the eyes and told the police he did
Now he’s off, he’s off
He’s off inside the back of a cop car to speak with the judge
And he’s only just begun
Your honor do me in
Lock me up inside of that old prison that my father is in
Your honor do me in
Cut I’d rather die than leave him to live
I’ll run around in circle till the day that he’s dead
Wakin up inside of a prison was shit
He knew he had to get the job done and get the job done quick
And he heard a little rumor that his father was in Block #6
So he tracked his evil old man down and stuck a fork in his neck
Now he’s gone, he’s gone
Big Red’s father has fallen to his knees in the yard
And now finally, he’s done
Dear Mother Magdalen
Im sorry bout what father did, I told you I would not let him live
Dear Mother Magdalen
Cus I’d rather die than leave him to live
Now I’m stuck in this prison till the day that I’m dead

Big Red

All out of gas so I'm fillin up my Chevy
When the pump begins blarin out the local news
The terrible news, the terrible
Those are the officers causing all the problems
Shooting guns right at the people on the front page news
The terrible news, the terrible news

It seems like the way we are
Will tear us apart

Don't drink the water, just use it on your body
Says the man inside the TV on the local news
The terrible news, the terrible 
Vote for the villain who is rolling in the dollars
He's the one that you've been seeing on the front page news
The terrible news, the terrible news

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Terrible News

Holding on to a steaming train
Bouncin round till I bruise my legs
A thousand frowns will consume my face
Holding on but I wish I stayed
Determined
It's Hurting
I can't see you anymore my friend
Rosie rode through the Milky Way
Do-si-doed in a moonlight maze
On and on through the blues and reds
Ground control will assume I’m dead

Determined

Let the juice just serenade
Like lemonade
Let the bruises melt away
Right outta me
She is leaving our minds
Out of the darkness and into the sunlight
She is the meaning of fine
She is ready to roll
She is creating a light
High as a mountain and bright as the sunlight
She is a meteorite
She is ready to roll
She is leaving our minds
Out of the darkness and into the sunlight
She is a mountain of might
She is ready to roll

Like Lemonade

High Five Troll

Upside 85

You and me on the interstate 

Howling off words hysterically 

Windy rides, windy rides

Eagerly on to every bank

Gonna make off with everything

You and I, you and I 



Don't tempt me with another good time and then look at me with those mothers eyes.

Don't tempt me with another good time and then come at me with those mothers eyes



We can meet on the moon again

Higher than the mighty superman 

Outta sight, outta sight 

Lunacy on the internet

How to make bombs with lemon grass

Crazy times, crazy times 



Chorus 



Like a son, like a son.....



Little children live in the walls

Inside every single adult 

There's a message that you will find

How to make me feel like a son



Easily drawn to jeopardy 

Gonna make such a mess of me

Every time, every time 

Losin teeth by the minute and

Usin me like a medicine 

I don't mind, I don't mind 



Chorus

Milk For The Angry

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