Good To Get Out

Up In This Deep State

The Ballad Of Victoria And Garry

There's a lurking murder man
There is and there are
Threats and stares
In his repertoire 

There's a lurking murder man
There is and there are
Concrete shoes
In the reservoir 

Lurking murder man
Says catch me if you can 

There's a lurking murder man
There is and there are
Traces of poison
In the salad bar 

There's a lurking murder man
There is and there are
Resaons to believe video
Didn't kill the radio star 

Lurking murder man
Says catch me if you can



Lurking Murder Man

This song came from pure rage and refusal to stay silent. It’s my rawest protest against censorship, hypocrisy, and the constant attacks on truth, art, and freedom of expression. Every line is spit out with venom because sometimes that’s the only way to match the level of destruction happening around us. It’s not polite, it’s not softened — it’s loud, defiant, and unapologetic. This version is about screaming back when someone tries to take your voice away.


LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
They yanked Kimmel off the screen, Colbert before the fall
You can’t take a goddamn joke, you snowflake tyrant clown
Scrub the truth from history books, tear the rainbow flags away
Every time you grab the mic, freedom takes another hit today 

[Pre-Chorus]
You can silence the voices, rip down the signs
But you can’t fucking kill the truth, it bleeds through the lines 

[Chorus]
Shut the fuck up, Donald — we’re not your slaves
You can’t bury our stories in unmarked graves
Erase the past, burn the stage lights dim
But we’ll scream even louder — fuck you, not him 

[Verse 2]
You rip the scars off backs of men, pretend they never bled
Call it patriot revision, but it’s lies inside your head
Queer kids disappear from parks, their pride erased in black
Every “law and order” stunt’s just another cheap attack 

[Pre-Chorus]
You can silence the voices, rip down the signs
But you can’t fucking kill the truth, it bleeds through the lines 

[Chorus]
Shut the fuck up, Donald — we’re not your slaves
You can’t bury our stories in unmarked graves
Erase the past, burn the stage lights dim
But we’ll scream even louder — fuck you, not him 

[Verse 3]
Censor every late-night joke, drag the comics off the stage
Think you own the fucking airwaves, rule by tantrum, rule by rage
But the crowd is getting restless, fists are banging on the door
You can ban one voice forever, but a million scream for more 

[Bridge]
You’re the punchline, the parasite,
The tyrant shaking in the night
No cage big enough, no wall too tall
Truth’s a wrecking ball — it smashes it all 

[Chorus]
Shut the fuck up, Donald — we’re not your slaves
You can’t bury our stories in unmarked graves
Erase the past, burn the stage lights dim
But we’ll scream even louder — fuck you, not him 

[Chorus]
Shut the fuck up, Donald — choke on your lies
Every page you torch just multiplies
From the streets to the stages, truth won’t rescind
America’s awake now — your reign’s gonna end 

[Outro]
So fuck your bans, and fuck your hate
We won’t bow down, it’s not too late
Turn the volume higher, rip through the dark
Our voices are fire, we’re the national spark

Shut the Fuck Up, Donald

You Tumble Into The Sea

It was the supertramps and Billy Squire
On the rock radio
Til’ Rod Misey got us hardwired
To this clock radio

Cause it was supercuts for Billy Squire 
And therefore Axl Rose
But Pandoras Box and Mad Parade 
Were the real horror show
Rod Misey had us hardwired
To this clock radio

What's Your Name Little Skynyrd

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