Below are a few sample recordings (mostly acoustic,) to give you a taste before the new album releases Summer 2012! More to come!
I've got an evil game to play.
I'll sleep here now, but won't see the sun rise.
'Cuz I'm....
...Ice.
She's got my heart, but baby don't cry.
I've got another organ, for you to try.
You've got a great behind, I'de like to be in.
I've been wondering what to do,
and why you've gone away.
I've got such a strong resistance,
to everything you're gonna say.
But the Truth is I'm full of sh*t,
and left so vulnerable.
I can't believe that this is is,
and how you've turned on the table.
How you've turned the table,
how you've turned the table,
how you've turned.
[b] You best believe I've got some sh*t to do,
You best believe I've got something to prove,
that I'm not afraid of being lonely,
I'm not afraid of being lonely, 'cuz
[c] I've got something you need,
I've got your love. [x4]
We're both gonna end up much stronger,
maybe that is a lie.
But I've been here much longer,
so I've got my reasons to cry.
I've got my reasons to cry.
I've got my reasons to cry,
I've got my reasons to cry.
Because of how you turned the table. (x4)
repeat [b]
repeat [c]
Shut Up And Play
Keep it goin',
Scorch your lungs black,
make your liver hard,
can't seem to keep your nose clean,
can't hide the track marks.
Body takes a toll, but it's for the rock and roll,
The Darby Crash, Johnny Cash, and Bradley Nowell.
Seventy on seventy,
If you can work, f*ck your charity.
Long list of my memory, shot to sh*t, no clarity,
In the zone, through the motion,
through the desert, through the ocean,
I've got a long list to say,
but I'de rather shut up and play.
[x2]
Sane (w/ Daniel Mullen on drums)
I'm walking down an empty road,
on this cold october night,
nothing, not a sound or peep,
nothing is in sight.
Don't feel my heart, don't feel my soul,
iced over from death's touch.
I'm walking through this endless cold,
one dim light only does so much.
[C] And as I watch the ink flow through,
I pray to god my thoughts do too.
Pulling my eyes down,
caressing my pain,
this ink doesn't help, only keeps me sane.
Sitting here inside my head, this fear of falling.
This feelings trapped, not here instead,
the shame's appalling.
So many people want this life,
with all of their blood and bones.
Am I really gonna sacrifice,
and always be alone.
[chorus]
[instrumental]
[chorus]
Sunday Mass (w/ Daniel Mullen on drums)
Something Is Wrong Here (acoustic)
I've got something to tell you honey,
you might still think it's kinda funny,
but I've been bought and sold and bowled,
and f*ckin' told and told,
(and f*ckin told and told.)
But the truth is I'm so f*cking bored,
playing to death on my baseball board.
I may have got something wrong here,
I try, to get it right and right.
[c] But something is wrong here,
something is wrong here,
ya something is wrong here,
ya something is wrong here.
Cuz I've been afraid,
for far too long,
and I've been afraid,
to hit your bong.
But please believe,
that you're something I need,
like oxygen, every time I breath.
[chorus]
