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Metal Band
03:52
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I've got my guys in the back seat keyed up 'bout to yeet
We're on our way to the show
We've never seen these guys but hear they really shred so I can
I can guess how it goes
Legs swinging arms flailing people screaming guitars wailing
Gonna be a good time
We might go home all bruised and bloody but that's okay because
We'll be feeling just fine
I wanna be in a metal band
But now I'm stuck in this gotdamn ska band
We're all set up in our basement guitars plugged in and turned up
Gonna make some noise to keep the neighbors up
Our bass is finger slappin', our drums are really whackin'
Our singer's in the corner hope to god that he's not whackin'
But my girl, she's not amused and she's got a real short fuse
She doesn't like this stuff so now I have to choose
What do I have to do to get up on that stage and shred
I guess I'll wear some checkers, learn to skank instead
I wanna be in a metal band
But now I'm stuck in this gotdamn ska band
I guess this is what happens when you don't have much to lose
We might not have much talent but we've got some attitude
We were once down in the crowd, now we're here up on the stage
I thought this would be lame, but mostly just amazed that there's still
Legs swinging, arms flailing, people screaming, guitars wailing
Gonna be a good time
You might go home all bruised and bloody but that's okay because
We'll be feeling just fine
I wanna be in a metal band (baby)
But now I'm stuck in this gotdamn ska band
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Dame
03:14
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I've got dame, oh what's her name, she's really fine, it’s all the same
It's really lame, to play her game, it doesn't matter its all the same to me.
She's got red shoes and ponytail, bright pink nails accent skin so pale.
1000 degrees on the kelvin scale, knock you out like baseball sized hail.
Is this infatuation
Is this just mental masturbation (x2)
California trip or maybe Maine, a couple of days just to get sane.
Patiently waiting for her return, with a bottle of aloe for her sunburn
I got a picture in my corner, a picture of her and now I mourn her
She told me goodbye today, and I'd like to blow her away.
Is this infatuation
Is this just mental masturbation (x2)
I've got dame, oh what's her name, she's really fine, it’s all the same
It's really lame, to play her game, it doesn't matter its all the same to me.
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Middle Fingers
05:03
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Taking off my armor, I don't need it anymore
Served me quite well for a while, I don't need it anymore
Behind me I can smell the stale, stench of stagnant faith
Outside those doors I can see a bigger truth awaits
With my middle fingers high up in the sky
I swear I'll get this right, before I die
TV assholes telling me what to and not believe
Sick of trying to sort through all the bullshit that they weave
You won't get far on dogma, that's the truth I've found
This party sucks, I'm leaving, I'll be seeing you around
With my middle fingers high up in the sky
I swear I'll get this right, before I die
I don't need your lies
You don't need me, walk out the door and fly
From your lies
And I don't need you, walk out the door and..
No sea charts to guide you, no maps for the night sky
No guidance from the tyrants, lets tell them all goodbye
We won't get this perfect, all that we can do is try
And don't forget to throw those middle fingers to the sky
I don't need your lies
You don't need me, walk out the door and fly
From your lies
And I don't need you, walk out the door and..
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Tuesday
03:07
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Tuesday morning and I'm lying here, Surrounded by empty bottles of beer
Bring one to my lips just to dull the ache, The stale taste makes my body shake
Lift myself like a stringed puppet, face contorted like a freakish Muppet
Taste the vomit from the night before, like a bad scene from the Jersey Shore
Holy shit what color's my pee, being tossed about a buoy in the sea
Left arm gripped by static TV, not sure if I can see in 3d
Some dudes passed out on my bed, this place is like walking dead
10:31 can’t comprehend, ready for this lingering day to end
Tuesday you can go away (x4)
Thoughts never finish they just runaway, pounding like the Battle of Midway
There's a half-eaten Mars Milky Way, I could really go for a cheese soufflé
Searching for religion just like Kanye, not this again, it’s Groundhog Day
Every sound death metal Norway, I'm pretty sure I need an x-ray
Tuesday you can go away (x4)
Thoughts never finish they just runaway, the pounding is like the battle of Midway
Clicky clack of an old railway, something's wrong with my DNA
Pretty sure I'm part of the moral decay, watching John McClane say Yippee-ki-yay
Anyone know what day is today, there's no way is still ... Tuesday
Tuesday you can go away (x4)
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The Sneaky Heat Missiles Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
The Sneaky Heat Missiles: an unapologetic force challenging toxic societal norms with their ska-infused sound combining
punk, rock, and metal influences. Their scathing lyrics can be heard fearlessly address religion, racism, capitalism, failed relationships, crooked preachers, toxic work culture and more.
[Rick, Cai, Adam, Josh, Ed, 'n Becca]
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