Riot Mouth-project Rob Charley

A beard off with the man that sleeps on the corner of 179th & Hillside *lyrics*

Can you relate to being more comfortable living out on the street than living below the family dog
It's like having the choice between pigeon shit or homeless street piss
Well sometimes it's all you have to work with.
So I keep moving, passing the worms and shells of dead folks Decorating my landscape with my thoughts
Home is where you hang your hat...my head
Thinking of past
Looking at present
and what these empty pockets represent.
Just keep moving, I'm passing those who can't find their souls
I'm passing those in coffin homes
just keep moving forward.

Vocals by Robert Lettis
Lyrics, Guitars and Beats by Charlie Claiborne
Written and Produced by CharlieClaiborne
©2016 PaperCutLove

Rob Charley

A beard off with the man that lives on the corner of 179th and Hillside

Riot Mouth-project Rob Charley

CLEAN YOUR KILL *lyrics*

What came first the chicken or the egg?
The master or the slave?
All I know is that you can't have wine without grapes. I wonder if the miserable still whine in their graves.
Leave well enough alone, well what if well enough is becoming a slimmer space.
All I have to say is you better lay belly up to cover your ass, Once they get through the door they're taking everything from ceiling to the floor
Tired of keeping my nose out of my teeth to spite my beliefs
You can see it with a blindfold on
It's the spitting image of disaster
Held down so tight by loose lips
Winning is not a part of this but neither is giving in There's an elephant in every room followed by a snake
It's a cry for help but our modern ears don't hear it, not at all How very Eurocentric to keep it in the closet
You know that shit we're not supposed to talk about
How Aristocratic too many excuses and people are getting lazy Ideals and ideas are ghost
So you better lay belly up to cover your ass,
Once they get through the door they're taking everything from ceiling to the floor

Vocals and Keyboard by Robert Lettis
Guitar by Steve Puccio
Background Vocals, beats, samples, and lyrics By Charlie Claiborne
Written and produced by Charlie Claiborne
©2016 PaperCutLove

Clean your Kill

Riot Mouth - project Bring Out Your Dead -demo

When Long Island Meets Atlantis *lyrics*

The father cities daughters run promiscuous
always leaving nothing 
but the corpses of good men
We're building houses like our souls (Haunted)
We're dusting around our own coffins
We're leaving nothing for the next ones to come 
and go
Better learn to swim
Better learn to swim
There's not enough life preservers left to preserve us all.
Better learn to swim.


Lyrics and Vocals by Charlie Claiborne
Music by Bring out Your Dead
©2008MusicthatMurders ©2016 PaperCutLove

demo

when Long Island meets Atlantis

Riot Mouth-project Rob Charley 

Dead Ringer *lyrics*

This world needs an enema
or maybe a strong dose of Viagra to walk erect again
spinal surgery to stand upright 

The shits backed up because your heads in the way
Human worth? Minimum wage?
Keeping the beasts belly full while we budget ourselves
while they budget us into a struggle
Come here dog be a good citizen
Button that collar to the top as they shrink your shirt
less room to breathe                      no space to move 
No time for free thought
Buy everything but own nothing
Drug the children                       Robot the students
Shepard us into blood baths for insatiable  desires
Standing on the backs of our children to gain terrible things
Give up your families                    
Give up your rights
                                        Dead ringer.

Vocals by Rob Lettis
Guitars by Steve Puccio
Lyrics, Beats, Samples by Charlie Claiborne
Written and Produced by Charlie Claiborne
©2016 PaperCutLove

MDBM Final Mix

Dead Ringer

Riot Mouth-project Rob Charley

Creature of Habit *lyrics*
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No one to ask how my day went
No one to care how my monies been spent

For some, sometimes just living is hard
For some, sometimes loving is even worse 
For others...well they can't let themselves be loved.
Who has feathered wings and who bares the mark now
Passion so lost in translation, it's like olde love in modern days.
It's lost between the spread of your fingers. 
History speaks like an open wound on the bend of the knee.
Needless to say everyone still needs just the same.

Creature of Habit

Similar to birds of disease spreading their sickness with the flap of their wings.
Some never stay grounded long enough to grow a conscience.
Some circle their prey targeting the weak hearted
Others keep flight so nothing develops.

I've seen freedom lost with the hold of a hand,
I've seen others disappear from a single glance.

Vocals by Robert Lettis
Lyrics, Keyboards, Guitars and Beats by Charlie Claiborne
Written and Produced by CharlieClaiborne
©2016 PaperCutLove
