1. |
Hope Is a Mistake
02:40
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Out here hope could be a mistake man
Pain, failure, disappointment, frustration
Laying stretched out on my back fucking wasted
Full of self doubt off track you can taste it
Have no fear, dope will lead you astray man
Blaze all year to the point of debasement
Rage at your tears till you crack from the weight then
It's bullshit but you're back the next day
Hope could be a mistake
Your positivity's fake
Crack a beer, spark a blunt
Then spit in your face
Why all the harsh looks
Stop peeling the paint
Before you hit the wall
Visceral feeling your fate
Hope could be a mistake
Out in the wasteland, hope is a waste man
Too bloated to taste you’re too far for grace man
Laying stretched out with dirt on my face
In a murderous place It's gonna hurt when I wake up
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2. |
Kill For A Lie
03:09
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Millions of morons, belligerent pawns
Of a lying sack of shit, and a false god
Eager for bloodshed, heathens who love death
Crying like a bitch for a lost cause
Red pill cloroquine riddled with toxins
Dying in a ditch for a podcast
Your blood's red like any other human
You think you're special but it just won't last
You won't die for the truth
But you'll kill for a lie
High and mighty
On the pills they supply
Try and fight me you're pitiful, I'd
Rather die for the truth than kill for a lie
It's been a long time stringing us along
Like a beaten dog hiding in a crawl space
I may be wrong but I think that this song
Is another pine log on the fireplace
I burn slow suicide on the go
Cause I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place
Before long you'll be burning along
Lighting the dark with the sparks of a mind blazing
It's a pitiful world full of assholes
It'll change but it's gonna be gradual
So vain like a king in a castle
Time to topple the wall
It's a pitiful world full of assholes
It'll change but it's gonna be gradual
So vain like a king in a castle
Time to topple them all
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3. |
Sensitive Soul
02:14
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Everyone around me
Thinks that I'm a prick
You don't like it
You can fucking split
Think that you can take me
Must be fucking thick
Cause you skinny ass fucks
Snap em in half like a twig
Sensitive soul
Sensitive soul
Can't you see that the world
Has got you in a chokehold
Sensitive soul
Tortured soul
Can't you see that the world
Already knows that you're just an asshole
I'm the type of guy
That likes to roam around
I'm never in one place
I never settle down
Might say that I'm gonna
If it'll get me paid
I'd say just about anything
Just to have it made
I don't feel shit
Cause my heart's a rock
Don't like it
You can fuck right off
Do me a favour and
Back the fuck
Up and away from my face
Or I'll crack your jaw
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4. |
God Hates Peace
03:29
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God hates peace
God loves war
Doesn't give a fuck
What you pray for
That's why in Ancient Rome
They worshipped Mars
So if they didn't win
They knew it was their fault
They sacrificed themselves
In the Devotio
To lure the enemy gods
To join them all down in hell
If you have a pantheon
Of multiple gods
Easier to explain
The primal cause
But if there's only one
It's good and evil both
That's why the Vatican
Was built worship Jove
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5. |
Dog's Noggin
02:13
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What goes on
In the noggin of the dog
When he's staring right in your face
What goes on
In the noggin of the dog
When he's staring out into space
What goes on
In the noggin of the dog
When he's looking right in your eyes
What goes on
In the noggin of the dog
When he's staring up at the sky
It's a dog's life
And we're just living in it
Never thought twice just
Follow my instincts
When it's not nice
Time to turn to your pets
Fuck off all the humans
No regrets
Dog days of summer
We're bumming at the beach
Blazing like a maniac
Stretching out my feet
My man Chippie
Is the king of his domain
Fighting all comers
Got a rep to maintain
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6. |
Zoom All Day
02:29
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Fungus does wonders
When you're fucked up and depressed
Head under the covers
Tryna focus on your breath
From animal to vegetable to minerable it’s
A world full of wonder
Make you lose your fear of death
And if you pair it with a nice sativa
Turn an agnostic right into a believer
Turn a slacker to an overachiever
In technicolor no more Leave it to Beaver
Spores and mycelium infecting your brainstem
Some Golden teachers every time that you break bread
Cubenzies psilocybin shaking my aching head
Break through the other side
That's how I take meds
And if you pair it with a kick ass Punk band
You'll make more vivid art than Kent Monkman
Out of the upside down and place that's sunken
And there's no hangover like getting drunk man
You sip booze sniff yay
I don't fuck with that crap
I'm on Zoom all day
And I ain't talking the app
I'm on Zoom all day
And I ain't talking the app
I'm on Zoom all day
Back in the Stone Age getting megalithic
Speaking a language ancient and cryptic
The modern era is hopelessly twisted
The only remedy is smoking and tripping
Walking home alone late night wasted
Hearing voices yeah but they never say shit
An apparition or imagination
The little people outta sight are just waiting
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7. |
Bastard Posse
02:50
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I'm living broke ass
In a basement in East Van
I'm smoking top grade
To manifest the plan
I'm drinking forties
But I wanna change
Cause it's the cannibals
And the glamorous life
Living all off our backs
So costly costly
I need the cannabis
And the rest is all waste
So where's the posse posse
The Bastard Posse Posse
And this
Promiscuous world
Diseasing me
Don't know what you got
But you gave it to me
Obsessive rich world
I know who you are
I know you don't like me
Cause I don't have a car
Political world
I don't give a fuck
Your analysis is bullshit
And your rallies all suck
Belligerent world
You're so immature
If you were solid
Then you'd know how to approach this cur
Oh yeah
Believe me babe
I see your shackles
I see you're a slave
The only hope you have
Is in the grave
That's why you never do
Nothing while you still alive
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The Devil lives in Vancouver
It's obvious if you stay long enough
The Devil got nothing to prove here
Cause evil has already won
Founded by a pimp to traffic humans
First building was a brothel and a bar
Built to serve the local community
Of criminals and colonisers
The second building was an opium den
With coffins attached to the wall
To complete the unholy trinity
Third building was a temperance hall
Just take the number 20 down Hastings Street
Any hour of the night or day
See the tragedy of this whole nation's trauma
Sprawling on the street on display
A million dollars to the poverty pimps
Changing hands daily but nothing ever change
They're making millions off supplying services
Obviously they want it this way
The biggest dealers live in Shaughnessy
British Properties across the way
People like the Guinness family
Profiting on other people's pain
And you can topple the statue of Gassy Jack
Paint it red or agitate to smash the state
But these structures of oppression won't end
Until they're toppled by a hundred foot wave
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Old school Punk Rock from North Bay, Ontario...
Guitars and vocals by Vyvyan Bastard
Drums by Kevid Bastard
Bass by Pee Pee Bastard
Lyrics and vocals by Davey the Mick Bastard
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