Ballistics

Look at my teeth, you see I got gold teeth.

Gold Teeth

Setlist

You get a little bit sick of this 
You get a little bit tired of that 

The sun sets with a golden hue 
I can’t change anything about you

We are all just killers, 
And sinners and saints
Crucify the picture 
Of common mistakes 
Well I guess I came here 
With a certain point-of-view
I’m lost on the highway 
Can’t remove your tattoo

Ever since I was a little boy 
I wanted to feel a semblance of joy 

Now & then I get a little faith
It injects me right through the vein 

We are all just killers, 
And sinners and saints
Crucify the picture 
Of common mistakes 
Well I guess I came here 
With a certain point-of-view
I’m lost on the highway 
Can’t remove your tattoo
 
When do you need the killing done?
When do you need a hand to hold?
Will you send down an answer to me?
Will you set my spirit free?

We are all just killers, 
And sinners and saints
Crucify the picture 
Of common mistakes 
Well I guess I came here 
With a certain point-of-view
I’m lost on the highway 
Can’t remove your tattoo

Tattoo Removal

South Shore Line

Roll little train 
Roll, roll down the track 
Roll out of my life 
& never come back 

I been away too long 
It feels good to be home 
Some days you’re the dog
Some days you’re the bone 

Hitch a ride to the city 
So I have something to see 
I want to fill my head 
With neon visions of debauchery 

Disrupt my beliefs 
Corrupt my creeds 
Bale on my ambivalence 
Take part in the disease

Riding on that train 
It’s driving me insane 
Through the pouring rain 
Riding on that train 

Ridin’ baby 
Take me away

South Shore Line

What The Government Thinks About You

Wicked

Day after day I'm so depleted 
I hate myself yet I'm conceited 

I lost my way somewhere down the open road 
Your hair falls perfectly down your face, it touches your nose 

Well, I was an accident 
I was born with a fever 
I'm only a dissident, 
A play-pretend protester 

Oh, I just got to know 
Am I Judas or a priest? 
My name is one among 
The peasants and the chiefs 
Oh, I can't close the deal 
And shut the door behind me 
I'm a user and I bruised the Seven Seas 

Full of wonder, yes I blundered finer things 
Full of youth, I swear I'm not meant to conquer things 
Instill displacement, wipe my hands until they're clean 
From Louisiana, Nostradamus couldn't predict my speed  

Oh, I just got to know 
Am I Judas or a priest? 
My name is one among 
The peasants and the chiefs 
Oh, I can't close the deal 
And shut the door behind me 
I'm a user and I bruised the Seven Seas

Imperials

Elaboration
Contemplation
Insubordination 
That Senator, he’s cruel 

Try amputation 
& mediation 
Drown in conflation 
That’s some real high stakes shit

Remove the burden 
You’ll know for certain 
The people are hurting
I don’t have to explain 

Trident, Poseidon 
At the Orion 
I’m feeling iron 
Age myths in the home 

My agitation 
The expectation 
Disintegration 
Dissolvents and dames

Those pale romantics
With all their antics 
They kill the bandit 
Put a road in his name 

My life is tragic 
Psychosomatic 
My thrills sporadic 
It’s the state of affairs

Revolt in masses
It feels fantastic 
My mask’s ecstatic 
For the riots in the street 

Be careful, haters
Don’t warn your neighbors
There’s entertainers 
In the grind and the gruel 

My expectations 
Are underrated
Don’t be afraid 
To say it your friends 

My laugh is static
Psychosomatic 
Inhale the chemicals 
And criticize from afar

My hesitation 
Communication 
Has caused creation 
Of the long-tailed deer

Cutting room floorboard 
I go over board
I lie awake 
Depraved thoughts in my head

I’m disembodied
I’m all about me
Not carbon copy
Im opposed to long thoughts

Pretend I’m christened 
I storm the prisons 
I give land back 
So you can save your acknowledgement 

Im half a goner
Im a contender
Welcome the jester
In the court of the thieves

Static Electricity

Space Mountain

I got a girlfriend
She said she loves me
She likes to hold hands
She once told me
Cos she don't mind
Nothing, nothing
Yeah she don't mind
Nothing, nothing
She's got a blue car
She said I can use it
Let's take the guys out
I like to lose it
Cos she don't mind
Nothing, nothing
Well she don't mind
Nothing, nothing

Songwriters: Ty Garrett Segall

Girlfriend

Navigating through inter-dimensional cosmic realms at the speed of light through your speakers.

Namaste. 

Email: NoConcept.mgmt@gmail.com

Live Mas.

South Shore Line

NO CONCEPT

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