03 Zombie Song

Damn it Janet, just step over the bodies 
These geeks will eat us up like salami 
Rotten flesh eaters lurking toward the bed 
Didn’t think I’d see the night of the living dead 
Give me the car keys and I’ll drive 
If this glass doesn’t hold, we'll have to fight 
Take aim and sparks will arise 
Don’t shoot until you see the color in their eyes 
Then get propane, it's okay extreme Louise 
To go boom, you mix kerosene with anti freeze 
Damn it Janet, did you drop the keys again 
So now I’ll walk around like headless hen 
I’m going out, hurry up and wait 
Lame ducks sitting here on the interstate 
Shine the light, I see the keys in the pit 
And holy shit did I just get bit 

There's a new monster in this food chain 
I’ve come here to eat your brains 
Walking Dead, literal worst 
Oh I’m sorry, was that your horse? 
Your intestines will hang from the tree tops 
A marvelous hell for the infamous grey fox 
Brains are the new macabre 
A macaroni western for a comic opera

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from Horse II: The Horsening, released September 19, 2017 
Chase Bartels - guitar, lead vocals 
Ian Bailey - drums, backup vocals, ukulele 
Poya Kouchesfahani - backup vocals

Zombie Song

Good old Wyatt, he couldn’t see 
That his eldest brother was losing his feet 
While Morgan breathed his last breath 
No one knows who shot him in the back 

It's kind of sad, all these old west tales 
Pretty morbid attest to the tales 
A Tennessee Williams play couldn’t make you brave 
Not today, with this tombstone grave 

I’m as mean as they come 
A holiday is some kind of fun 
And you could take me if you are some type of daisy 
And I would like to be the one to say 

In these 36 years, there’s been a whole lot 
But nothing brings me tears like having a friend 
Like having one friend in this tombstone end

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from Horse II: The Horsening, released September 19, 2017 
Chase Bartels - vocals, guitar 
Ian Bailey - drums 
Roberto Delgadillo - guitar solo

OK Corral

Shaking of the hands 
A band of madmen 
Paper thin, skin tight 
Wake up in the sewer pipes 
Reached into the drain clog 
There you will hear the words 
Come on Georgie, get your boat 
Here we all learn to float 

Til we become stuttering fools 
Sailing our worries off of burning canoes 
And who are all these party crashers 
You know, the dirty dancers 
Who rant about this or that 
Some things the crowd can’t give back 

Toxic spider bites 
To gastric butterflies 
A theory of splintered time 
Wake up on the sunrise 
You’ve become a vampire 
Running demolition derbies 
Boogymen retire 
To their sell CD’s 

To stuttering fools 
Who sail all worries off of burning canoes 
And I would like to be a party crasher 
You know, the dirty dancers 
Who rant about this or that 
Some day the crowd won’t talk smack

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from Horse II: The Horsening, released September 19, 2017 
Chase Bartels - guitar, vocals 
Ian Bailey - drums

Shaky Hands

Have you ever found a needle in the hay  
Can you spot the melody  
As your thoughts grow older and more concerned  
With mistakes turned into defeats  
What could I have done differently 
Only from space could you see 
All the ants on top of their mole hills 
And the dreams that race beneath  
Tunnels are collapsing under crushing waves  
And the time is going to shoot you down  
At first, feet in the air skyrocket off a swing  
To an umbrella in the cloud  
And you can go right back on the bill 
It's the same old friend you wanted to kill  
It's the same old shit you wanted to sell 
Well I'll give you shade as you take me to hell because a goat ain't ever going to tell a lie 
Just going to chew before he bites 
More afraid of the sheep than the wolf 

Alright man let's go... 
Tick tack toe baby one two three 
Pretty nice versus common belief 
Well tick tack toe baby one two three 
Pretty nice versus common relief 
Run rat mean cat watch out for the paddie wagon 
How can you spit fire without first believing in dragons

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from Horse II: The Horsening, released September 19, 2017 
Chase Bartels - guitar, vocals 
Ian Bailey - drums

For The Wolf Below

Martians underground come to meet you with a smile 
High as hell off helium bubbles, your miscolored eyes are so lovable 
You broke me down in sticks and stacks, doing surgery on my backpack 
Skip hop doing all that jazz 
Don’t be bummed by a bag of sand 

I don’t write happy songs but I’ll give it a shot 
A shot for my lady, who’s that baby crying 
Laughable since you're not dipping your toes 
In nothing more than the shallow ends 

Buddy oh where have you been 
Last time I saw you, you were living in squalor and sin 
You got some kids now 
You grew up, well good for you 
Here at the reunion there are so many things that I wanted to say today 
But some things are better left unsaid, like “I miss you my friends”

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from Horse II: The Horsening, released September 19, 2017 
Chase Bartels - guitar, vocals

Mors Frolic Hop

If this is the end of the world 
I'll hold onto you with your basket full of lemons 
Cheshire cat attitude 
She said why the bitter look 
I said look at the Lotus go 
Waiting by the 7/11, getting fucking old 

Open my front door 
Southwest flight 5150 from California shores 
She said take off your clothes 
Traveled to desert, now I'll take you home 

If this is the end of the world 
I suppose we'll both die 
They'll say crazy things like 
We had to kill them but they're pretty nice guys 
and if we escape, where would we go 
I'd like to think we'd end up right back in San Francisco 

If this is the end of the world, it'd be picture perfect 
because you're a banana slug and I'm an alien 
It doesn't matter if they don't understand Alice In Wonderland 
It's okay because we're in a dream of a madman

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from Horse II: The Horsening, released September 19, 2017 
Chase Bartels - guitar, vocals 
Ian Bailey - drums

Exodus Of San Francisco

13 narcos coming around the bend  
Don't take them all that’s not very zen  
They don’t want hear about my shattered foot 
Don’t want hear about the concussions so shut up  
Doctor said you’ve been in bed for three years 
It's time to be realistic with your peers  
But fuck em what do I owe them anyway 
When’s last time you sent a postcard or tried to say 

You’re a special snowflake 
People will make a profit off of anything these days 
Put the baby in gorilla hero suit 
Oh isn’t he so cute 

20 coppers to make amends  
for things I’ve said inspired by books I read  
troubadours were no better than politics and corporations 
that take advantage of all your personal feelings

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from Horse II: The Horsening, released September 19, 2017 
Chase Bartels - guitar, vocals 
Ian Bailey - drums, electric ukulele, backup vocals

Special Snowflake

Refugees within the screen 
On the streets of Paris they beg and they plead 
And the boy to the left and the corpse to right 
They toss and turn, bicker and fight 
The boy said, I should have buried you ages ago 
No longer doing what I’m told 
And the corpse reaches threw the sand says, respect my traditions 

Can’t you see this system was divided to keep each other at our throats 
You don’t really believe both sides, don’t know 
Of the fear of neighbors they inspire, with hope they wear lovely attires of care 
But they don’t care about anything that they’d have to share 

Like survival in the Everglades 
You think they sat around and argued for days 
Or do you think they got along and built a shelter 
Reefs and trees, all together 
Do you think they’d survive eating poison berries 
We don’t eat those, God bless Larry 
And do you think they’d live with alligators 
If they didn’t get along now and later 

And I can’t get no sleep not knowing what is next 
We know the cause but not the end 
Or resolutions, yeah the waters are tainted 
And we’re doing the best we can 
Know your social justice isn’t exempt from bullshit 
But at least you’re doing something right now 
And if you got something to say, don’t shove it in my face 
Why don't you try putting it into a song?

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from Horse II: The Horsening, released September 19, 2017 
Chase Bartels - guitar, vocals 
Ian Bailey - drums

Everglades

Disingenuity of your editing, when there’s struggling  
the words are all cliche 
There’s no unity, cops on the tv screens, modern duality  
dead kids left in its wake 
Personality of an anomaly, kiss my morality  
and shove it right up your own greed  
My own vanity, doesn’t keep me happily, your catastrophe  
Was letting me breathe  

Now I’m not saying that the world would be better off without me 
I’m just saying I just say about half of what I think 
Everybody shouting with me and it's like a reverie  
The band's still playing I’m just saying we could use a remedy  

What's the frame, focus shot, what’s the line and the plot 
Drop the mic when it's hot 
Why are you fucking with me? 
I can’t think straight, can’t even masturbate 
Sucked at the debate, a regular O’Malley  
But this ally cat is done, a death framed upon, roommate grabbed a gun 
People love their betrayal stories  
It’s the nice and boring ones, slipping your girl all the drugs, putting casings of their slugs 
Into the old mans heart  

Because there’s so much hatred, I can’t say I blame them 
The fires getting bigger than the shelter where we spent our nights 
Shit, I would sit and talk awhile, parking lots have been my style  
Except for the fights that I would enjoy, if it not for the drama boys 
With all the violent toys, something in me just snapped 
No more baby mamas, no more homie collars, stop selling for the dollar 
You're strong and better than them. 
You're stronger than them. 

Who’s the tough guy? 
Well I hope it's me…

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from Horse II: The Horsening, released September 19, 2017 
Chase Bartels - guitar, vocals 
Ian Bailey - drums

Viral Loss Of Humanity

You Pass Butter is a duo consisting of singer-songwriter Chase Bartels (Snarf Snarf) and drummer Ian Bailey. We are heavily influenced by the DIY punk scene.