I've been listening to you guys since vol 1. At the time I thought you only had that album. I'm so glad there is so much more. You guys rock!

I hope you guys go on tour again soon! :)

Billy Cobb - Just The Two Of Us (Cover)

Carpet Burn!

It's the rat-level, pitch man song of the summer
The kind that breaks and it stings like a something-or-other
About a girl, or a car, or subliminal mother
Smell that price, man, I'm dying, man, to buy what they're selling

I get the Sunday scaries every day of the week
And it grinds me down when I hear the voice speak
It's a ton to ignore with no way to debrief
You can spin your wheels but the deeper I'll sink

I got a house and a yard in the middle of nowhere
I have a wife and a dog and a half-a-kid somewhere

I get the Sunday scaries every day of the week
And it grinds me down when I hear the voice speak
Yeah the money's alright, I guess that's a relief
I learned to love the bomb now the bomb loves me

Oh now
We have a lot to remember
We have a lot to remember

It's the rat-level, pitch man song of the summer
The kind that breaks and it stings like a something-or-other
About a girl, or a car, or subliminal mother
Smell that price, man, I'm dying, man, to buy what they're selling

Buy / Add

Rat-Level

LULU Suicide - she deservs better (art twt @StebynnO)

LYRICS: 
I'm way too strong to be alone
Men in my life they come and go, go, go
I'm way too strong to be alone
I'm way too big to be alone

I don't seem to see a change yet,
I guess I'm giving up
and I don't seem to see a change yet,
I guess I'm giving up
and I don't seem to see a change yet,
I guess I'm giving up, I'm giving up

Oh Mr. Muscles
I'm a slave to your message
Call me weak and a femboy
Tell me why I'm so tragic

I'm so inferior, the weight is so big
I want a body like the TV can give

I'm way too strong to be alone
Men in my life they come and go, go, go
I'm way too strong to be alone
I'm way too big to be alone

Oh Mr. Muscles
I'm a slave to your message
Call me weak and a femboy
and tell me why I'm so tragic
Oh Mr. Muscles
I'm a slave to your message
Call me weak and a femboy
Tell me why I'm so tragic

I'm all superior, the weight is so big
You don't need kids when you look like this

I'm way too strong to be alone
Men in my life they come and go, go, go
I'm way too strong to be alone
I'm way too big to be alone

If you put in the hours
and if you count up your macros
and if you take cold showers

You can do what you want
Yea, you can do what you want
You can do what you want
You can do what you want

Yea, you can do what you want
You can slap that guy around if you want
You can catcall that girl if you want
You can beat your boss up if you want
Just get big

MR. MUSCLES


The ep kicks off with Born to Be Loud, a song I first wrote over 20+ years ago when I was just learning to play, heavily inspired by Oasis’s Rock ’n’ Roll Star. Revisiting it from my old demo, I wasn’t sure it would make the cut—some of the lines feel a bit cheesy to sing now, two decades later—but it’s hard to deny it still works as a proper opener. Big, loud, and unapologetic, it sets the tone as a banger right from the start.

https://somedaytomorro

BORN TO BE LOUD__

These are some covers we played at practice 2-23-16, plus a new original. 

07 Fell In Love With A Girl - The White Stripes

Stuck In The Sound - Let's Go ( Official Music Video )

Please listen with headphones.

Your head's like a haunted house
A tutti frutti written over the caption
Miss diagnosis a-with-a the mostest
Cue the evil smile
Desperation can led to madness
De-de-degradation is a must
The A, B, C's of leprosy

Need a hand? Take mine
We're subleem, sublime
Fake apologize
Fucks in short supply

Too late, too slick, too young
Gag the bag reflex, spoken tongues
Séance, say what?
Say man, don't even think about it
Push the pest-aside
Xanadu's and xanadont's
Edumacate me, copulate me
A dirty trick and it's making me sick (Urgh!)

(You okay?) I'm fine
Let's go! Is my sign
We're subleem, sublime
G-g-g-goddamn crime

Tonight
I'm gonna put up a fight
I'm gonna get a reaction that I like
Burn the days
I reject your displays
I demand satisfaction or the knife
To trick the light fantastic, one takes wire on the shins
Petty disguises worn like skins, a distinction, nice
Drink the Kool-Aid and swallow the pill
You say that you don't and you won't, but you will
Busted

Your head's like a haunted house
Peeping at your mumbo jumbo
Outta sight, going bump in the night
Screwacide
With posterier so superior
Ain't in the race for second place
Circumstances in my pants
Is calling for action
Girl, I'll blow your mind
Then you will blow mine
We're subleem, sublime
Goin' for a ride

Head Like A Haunted House

04 Everyone's A Loser

queen mab keeps me up late at night
i realize in time i'd rather just die
they can lock me up for all my crimes
i'm sorry i let you play with knives
the pills go down and you get higher
bloodied walls noose from the rafters
ghosts in halls crawl out your eyes
sorry sarah you went out with laughter

Sorry Sarah (Demo)

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The Worst Band Of All Time
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MR. MUSCLES

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