1. |
What We Need
02:53
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Lyrics: Robby Cleary
Most of the time I go through life feeling alienated
Head held low, down on myself, afraid to reach out.
I won't give up, this constant struggle is never ending
I got to remember that it’s up to me and how I perceive things.
I think its time
I took a step back
stop focusing on all the things that I lack
and do what I can to rise above
think its time I said to myself, its time to depend on myself
Sometimes it feels like that we can’t depend on each other
Look around we all go through it, No different from one another
What I Need, What I Need I Can Become
What We Need, What We Need We Can Become
Its Time to depend on ourselves
Most of the time we go through life feeling alienated
Heads held low, down on our phones, afraid to reach out.
We can’t give up, this constant struggle is never ending
We got to realize that it’s up to us and how we perceive things.
I think its time
We took a step back
stop focusing on all the shit that we lack
and do what we can
to rise above
think its time we said to ourselves, its time to depend on ourselves
Sometimes it feels like that we can’t depend on each other
Look around we all go through it, No different from one another
What I Need, What I Need I Can Become
What We Need, What We Need We Can Become
Its Time to depend on ourselves
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2. |
False Dilemma
03:37
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Lyrics: Glennerd Skinnerd
Black or white
Day or night
Tell me the options
Left or right
Fight or flight
What are my options
Who has lied
Choose a side
I’ve got no options
Good or bad
I’ve been had
No fucking option
You can’t see
the grey behind the scenes
Enough to make a fucking call
A choice between
two extremes
Ain’t really a choice at all
Yet the powers that be
Make it so that’s all you see
Now go fight amongst yourselves
For the fucking crumbs
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3. |
Paid Vacation
03:52
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Lyrics: Glennerd Skinnerd
Here I sit. All alone
Blackened heart. Silent home.
Once again I’m taken from my beat
My badge, my gun. I’m off the street.
Fucking civilians. You’ll know my hate.
Respect the badge, or meet your fate.
I miss the days. I miss the night.
Cracking some skulls It feels so right.
Without my work, I don’t know who I am
Electric tape over my body cam.
Reinstatement. It’s imminent.
My paid vacation. Merely a stint.
Ch/ I miss the days. Miss the night.
But I’ll be back out in the fight.
You’ll see my anger. Feel my rage.
I am the warden of your cage.
I miss the days. I miss the nights.
I’ve got a riot to incite.
You’ll see my anger. Feel my rage.
I am the warden of your cage.
I’ve hurt some people. So they say.
White by night. Blue by day.
They had it coming. You probably do to.
Sworn to protect and serve the fuck out of you.
Nightstick justice will be meted out
My boys in blue it’s what we’re all about
I miss the days. I miss the nights.
I’ve got a riot to incite.
I am a wolf, among the sheep.
Shut your fucking mouth. Not a peep.
My gang in blue, we rule this town
One false move. We’ll gun you down.
Ch/ I miss the days. Miss the night.
But I’ll be back out in the fight.
You’ll see my anger. Feel my rage.
I am the warden of your cage.
I miss the days. I miss the nights.
I’ve got a riot to incite.
You’ll feel my anger. See my rage.
I am the warden of your cage.
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4. |
Murder's In
03:38
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Lyrics: Robby Cleary
You can find us any day of the week
A bunch of latch-key kids on a dead-end street
We choose our family they are our friends
We try to get by to the very end, but for some, it meant prison
You can find us any day of the week
A bunch of latch-key kids on a dead-end street
I trust my family. I trust my friends.
Try to get thru to the bitter end, but
Fuck all the damage, and fuck all the loss.
Fuck consequences, and all of the cost.
Ronnie’s got his finger on the button again
The world is ending disco’s out and murder is in
Ch/ Oh no! Again!
Losing my family, losing my friends
In the pen, again!
Doin’ life on the installment plan.
Oh no! Again
Another 90 day violation.
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5. |
My Life In Your Hands
02:41
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Lyrics: Glennerd Skinnerd
Band of brothers
glory of war
Bonded by trauma
I need some more.
The sound of bullets
Zip past our heads
Who is the enemy
Who’s foe or friend
My life in your hands
your life in mine
the cameraderie
transcending time
Adrenaline
Senses engage
Survival, means murder
Alive, means rage
My life in your hands
your life in mine
the debt we owe each other
transcending time
Back in the world
out on the streets
My hollow vacant stare
You’re nothing to me
I’m cut up bad
Internally
Nightmares inside my head
Can’t recognize me
I just don’t know
quite who to be
I left a part of me
Overseas
Friends and family
they can’t relate
They think I’m fucking crazy
They think I’m full of hate
My life in your hands
your life in mine
the debt we owe each other
transcending time
Nobody knows
The things I’ve seen
Fucking civilians
Fucking naive
People believe
What they want to see
They think we kill for peace
honor, liberty
All I ever wanted
Was to do some good
But things just weren’t that simple
So misunderstood
And when I reached out
for the help I deserved
I feel alienated
By those I fucking served
My life in your hands
your life in mine
the debt we owe each other
transcending time
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6. |
Hopes To Achieve
05:08
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Lyrics: Glennerd Skinnerd
In this moment
We all have dreams
Right here right now
Hopes to achieve
In this world
There’s so much strife
Gotta keep our focus
Just want to live my life
In this life
There’s so much distraction
Right here right now
(There’s) Work to be done
When I walk down the street
Tension fills the air
So many people spend their day
Living their lives in fear
When I look out my window
There’s nothing to see
Where in the fuck is all this bad shit
They say is happening?
When I lie in bed
Awake at night
The pale blue flickering television
tries to tell me wrong from right
wrong from right
So it seems
Hopes to achieve
When I hear people’s stories
They’re just like me
Living on the edge of a knife
Everybody has hopes to achieve
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7. |
Bed Of Nails
00:56
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Lyrics: Glennerd Skinnerd
I don’t care what you think or do or say at all
Your sanctimony sucks. You’re putting up a wall
And when you find yourself alone and confused.
They’ve turned their backs (on you)-The one’s you’ve abused.
And when you find yourself bewildered and alone
Lying on that bed of nails (you’ll) reap what you’ve sown.
Made your bed now die in it. Ain’t no use denying it
Now’s the time for you to go fuck off!
And when you find yourself bewildered and alone
Lying on that bed of nails (you’ll) reap what you’ve sown.
Made your bed now die in it Ain’t no use denying it
Now’s the time for you to go fuck off!
I don’t care what you think or do or say at all
Your sanctimony sucks. You’re putting up a wall
And when you find yourself bewildered and alone
On that bed of nails reap what you’ve sown
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8. |
D.N.R.
03:15
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Lyrics: Robby Cleary
White paper!
Dotted line
My signature
Means she dies
Well we all watched her suffer
For a year or more
But she never got better
There was no cure
At the Hospice
we all wait
for a spark hope
or for something to break
I tried to be there
but I closed my eyes
and all I wanted
was to run and hide
I can't count the tears I cried
As I held her hand and watched her die.
I never could come up with the words
to write a decent song for her
Sometimes the greatest
expression of love
is to pull the plug
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9. |
Another Life
01:43
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Lyrics: Glennerd Skinnerd
What! Kind! Of world do we live in?
When a young man brings another man’s life to it’s end?
The media rambles in their shambles from their suits to cameras
While they sit. And drag it on. Another life is gone.
Three year sentence spent
and then he went
and got a gun
and had some fun.
Another life another loss.
The murderer becomes a pawn.
of the media who judges right from wrong.
The Ox-bow incident in reverse. It gets worse.
Three year sentence spent
and then he went
and got a gun
and had some fun.
Another life another loss.
Three year sentence spent
and then he went
and got a gun
and had some fun.
Another life another loss.
What! Kind! Of world is this we own?
Kids as killers. Media thrillers. Reality TV sets the tone.
While we watch. And drag it on. Another life is gone.
Three year sentence spent
and then he went
and got a gun
and had some fun.
(and went and killed someone)
Another life another loss.
Another life.
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10. |
Who's To Blame?
01:31
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Lyrics: Glennerd Skinnerd
I wonder
When I'm gonna die
When I'm gonna try
When I will not lie
To myself it seems I'm trying to hide
Hiding from truth
Sins of youth
The truth in the game
Is who's to blame?
I wonder
When I'll just break free
When I'll just be me
When I'll finally see
Self deception's getting
Hard to see
Reality
The truth in the game
Is who's to blame?
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Glen Manola Bellingham, Washington
Arrrgghh! Fuck! Kill!
Vox - Kendra Carson
Bass - Eric Hart
Drums - Davy B
Seizure
Guitar - Glennerd Skinnerd
Past:
Robby Cleary
Josh P.I.
Gavin Hadley
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