1. |
My Friend Ricky
01:18
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We were friends
Now we're not
It all started with the tie off and the shot
Or getting brain dead
On the weekends I didnt mind the weed
But the H is fucking up his head
[Chorus]
He's on drugs
And not the good kind
What do I do
He's getting fucked out of his mind
He wants it big
Thought he was hot
He was doing fine until he hit the rocks
Now Rickeys gone
The needle killed him
Needles mark his skin and his cheeks are sunken in
[Chorus]
He's on drugs
And not the good kind
What do I do
He's getting fucked out of his mind
Dead![×32]
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2. |
Retail
01:31
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[Chorus]
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday!
Cause Thursday, Saturday, and Sundays are my days!
I'm used to doing what you want and I never complain
But I just spent my whole day pushing carts in the rain
I cant wait until I leave this store
Because I smell like shit and my feet are sore
Thought I'd start this job doing something else
Maintenance ain't what the name stockman entails
Thought I'd spend my days filling up these shelves
But I'm mopping up puke and it smells like hell
Chorus]
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday!
Cause Thursday, Saturday, and Sundays are my days!
Those fuckers had me coming in at five o'clock
So I told those bitches they can suck on my cock
Never coming back my bosses act like cops
This'll be the last time I punch the clock
Don't pay me propor wages for what I can do
Because they put me in roticery and out the meat room
Here's to upper management what I'm gonna do
I ain't coming back and I ain't coming back and I ain't calling you
Chorus]
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday!
Cause Thursday, Saturday, and Sundays are my days!
Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday!
Seems like I'm working a different schedule every day!
Everybody told me when I started this job
15 an hour is enough to live off
But retail ain't no way to live my life
I ain't falling for that shit I ain't outta my mind
Can't call I'm if I wanna move up
But I don't want that position so I don't give a fuck
So when i leave this place it wont be by the books
Fuck Hobby Lobby, Sam's Club, fuck Toys R' Us and fuck Schnucks!
AAAAAaaAAAAAAaaaaAa!
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3. |
Dry Socket
01:42
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In the mirror I was checking my mouth
I looked at it close and realized things went south
Peaked inside I realized what had happened
I looked it up, looks like a dry socket
I don't wanna fuckin exist
I wanna punch a hole through your head
Fuck this shit makes me pull out my hair
I think lifes unfair!
Fuck it I hate dry socket
I fucking hate dry socket
I fucking hate, I fucking hate
I fucking hate dry socket
Realized that the tooth wasn't cut it was pulled
It can't be a dry socket, I guess I'm a fool
But it still hurts like shit
So I'm still fucking pissed
Because I wanna fucking i wanna kill
No I wanna kill you
Nobody hates this kind of pain like i do
I hate this shit
Fuck fuck fuck, fucking hate this shit!
Fuck fuck fuck, Fucking hate this shit!
Fuck fuck fuck, Fucking hate this shit!
Shit [×6]
Dry socket [×4]
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4. |
A Rainy Day
00:56
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It's raining, my hair is wet
Sharpies coming of my vest
This weather's shit sucks fucking ass
How look could this rain even last?
I dont even wanna know
No, I don't even wanna know
I don't even wanna know
Know I don't wanna fucking know
I can't skate without mud on my board
Or kick-flip slipp go hurling forward
I hate my weather and I hate this town
Fell off my board and hit the ground
My griptape is coming off
Yeah my griptape is coming off
My griptape is coming off
Off, off, off, off
Now my hands are fucking dirty
Hair is wet so it's fucking curly
I hate school it's too fucking early
Fuck this shit I'm going home
And now I smell like fucking shit
I smell like fucking shit
I smell like shit
Like shit like shit
My hands are fucking dirty
Hair is wet it's fucking curly
I hate school it's too fucking early
Fuck this shit I'm going home
Now I smell like fucking shit
I smell like fucking shit
I smell like shit
Like shit like shit!
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5. |
Thrash Mob
01:41
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Thrash Mob!
There's no reason to shit your pants
These kids just wanna fuckin dance
Maybe if you'd give it a chance
We might just have some fun
Some assholes kick and swing their arms
But slamming wont do you no harm
There's no reason to be alarmed
But I won't blame you if you run
[Chorus]
From the thrash mob
Thrash mob
Thrash mob
No outsider gets the scene
when we cover our wounds with vaseline
But the ones who think it's the most obscene
Are the ones who join in first
So you might start off feeling resistant
'Till the music becomes too persistent
And you feel it calling you from the distance
Feeling boils 'till you burst
[Chorus]
From the thrash mob
Thrash mob
Thrash mob
I have a feeling
Deep in my bones
That follows me
Everywhere that I go
Can't think it in my brain
But I can feel it in my heart
So at the count of three
Tear this place apart!
One two three!
Thrash mob
Thrash mob
Thrash mob [×4]
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6. |
Eat Your Teacher
01:23
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You know your city runs this place
They shove their system in your face
They coach your lives and make your rules
For twelve long years you're stuck in school
Kids get caught, under the bleachers
There's no time for students leisure
They think we're all mindless creatures
So raid your school and eat your teacher
[Chorus]
Eat your teacher [×3]
Brainwashed drones walk down the halls
Bomb threats written on bathroom stalls
Cops
Lined up against the walls
So we go to class and don't dare to stall
The state of this place is critical
Making all our lives unlivable
Their crimes are unforgivable
Fuck the teachers and your principles
[Chorus]
Eat your teacher [×3]
Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen!
Help me help you
This is a college level class
And you're going to need to take it and pass
If you want your core 40
Without your core 40
You can only get a standard diploma
And with a standard diploma
You might as well have gotten your G.E.D.
Because no college is gonna want to take you in
That's enough, no extra credit
I said no extra credit, hey you in the back sit the fuck up!
No extra credit, no extra credit...
Class dismissed
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7. |
Alley Court
01:28
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Whenever I lose the remote to my T.V.
It feels like I have lost a part of me
My hands are both covered in cheddar cheese
Could somebody change the channel please?
'Cause I'll lose my mind
If I watch this all day
Stuck on channel nine
And I'm going insane!
Life goes by too fast for me
So I spend my time by the T.V. screen
Watching out for a head on collision
So I'm never too far from my television
In the same spot I can see everything
But I have to turn it off before I fall asleep
Turn the lights off to avoid my condition
Change the channel daily to ignore repetition!
Let's go!
My T.V. knows what's best for me
And I only get up when I have to pee
I'm fine right here when it's time to eat
And you catch me on the couch when I'm sound asleep
I don't wanna go outside
I don't wanna play
So turn it back on
Before I complain!
Life goes by too fast for me
So I spend my time by the T.V. screen
Watching out for a head on collision
So I'm never too far from my television
In the same spot I can see everything
But I have to turn it off before I fall asleep
Turn the lights off to avoid my condition
Change the channel daily to ignore repetition!
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FLESHHOLE Evansville, Indiana
Local Hardcore Punk/Crossover Thrash from Evansville,IN. We play fast and angry, but also stupid shit if we feel like it.
Honestly we're just trying to bring some great music to our city.
FLESHHOLE is Bryson, Mason, Derek, and Cameron. Y'all that know who we are, know what we came to do.
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