J5@drop.to
For three dollar$ I will send you all the recordings that I own of theirs on a CD-R. (11 Songs)
to recieve a copy, mail three (3 dollars) to:
219 Schiller St.
Elmhurst IL 60126
"It's Not T.V. It's Reality"
do you take this man to be your wedded husband/will you take him in and never shove him over/will you cook and clean, do anything that he says/will you be his slave when you're in his bed/will he run your life and take your pride/as you beg for the freedom that he only denies/ when your mind is led to a mental stage/ remember he's your husband, don't give him your rage/when you were made up in your long white gown/you promised to love him so until you're underground /the promise of shit that sent your life/down a one-way road that you obey in silence/is this the same man in which you choose to live/ the rest of your life with so that you can give/all your fucking worth, all that's left of your life/only speak when being spoken to, to avoid a fight /brainwashed by your solemn promise/ showing off the ring that you thought would accomplish/a life full of peace and endless romance/ your heart belongs to him, your love will never end/now he'll slowly take your life away/in the house doing chores is where you'll fucking stay/going out to run his errands is considered a privilege/devotion of yourself is now the way you live
Find Your future
Won't You Join The Army Now So You Can Fight And You Can Die?/Join the army for a way of life/you'll learn respect and discipline/they'll train you hard to be a man/and even to live free of sin/in just two years you'll be a machine/that destroys anything within its path/and after all that brainwashing/ you'll legally be a psychopath/Fuck the army and its way of life/The patriotic way to fight/with blood and guts and endless screams/how can you say it's built on dreams? /dreams of death and a horrid nation/prisoners in camps of concentration/is this your fucking way of life?/a pathetic holocaustic strife!/Won't You Join The Army Now,/So You Can Fight And You Can Die? (x4)/Travel the world, see foreign nations/boost your ego in public relations/learn of cultures and different races/that soon you'll be tearing to pieces/see the famine and poverty/that's destroying third world countries/to help a country, you'll start a war/relentless U.S. corporate whore/Fuck your building industrialization/in a country not meant for civilization/making them work in shit hole cages/exploiting them with lower wages/they don't want your aid or sympathy/with your establishing a false democracy/stuff your fascist vision of farce/as you shit their pride out of your arse!/Well now the army sounds good to you,/they'll even give you an education too/but the future looks grim with talk of nuclear war/how will we survive past 1994/it seems the issue is world domination/your apathetic greed will lead to termination/fucking around with deadly toys/is not a game for grown up boys!/Fuck your nuclear submarine base/that'll destroy what's left of the human race/all this talk of nuclear power/a deadly rain, atomic shower/pandemonium, insanity and fear/this talk of death I don't want to hear/I think it's time to stop this war/your ignorant rivalry will be a deadly score/So now you've joined the army, Indulged the lies they've fed, and now you're dead!
Its Not TV Its Reality
Another world war, a fight with Iraq/innocents fear a cruise missile attack/a system of lies, power and greed/a corrupted world from which hatred will bleed/Can't you all see it's not TV/Can't you all see it's reality/Why must we fear all these ignorant men/who try to control us by the push of a pen/from down in D.C. or wherever they may be/hidden from pain they don't want to see/A wonderful cop show for us all to see/just think of how protected we will be/with brutal beatings of racist attacks/Oh what a feeling to break all those backs!/Murder, beatings, molestings and rape/it's all there for us to tape/but when it comes down in front of a jury/who are the ones who see a bit flurry/ slaughtering and testing of our animal friends/when will this senseless turmoil end/from animals to trees to humans to land/these things can't be changed by the remote in your hand
Rude Awakenings
a rusty carriage with personal belongings/accommodations in a cardboard shelter/wretched clothes to insulate warmth/a soup kitchen line in frigid weather/beg and plead for passers' change/provides your food for this hard days work/live day-by-day, don't consider tomorrow/yesterday's paper will be today's comfort/now there's a dying man living on the streets/he's freezing and ill with nothing on his feet/under the bridge is where he stays/on a bed of trash is where he lays/doesn't ask for much but sincerity/when he begs for spare change so that he can feed/but you kick him down, what gives you the right/then the question's asked, "Why don't they value life?"/reluctantly living on the street/though for some it's not their fault/they had a disease that they could not stop/born schizophrenic right from the start/they sit on the bench and count the clouds/they don't know what's real or who they are/while you lift your nose and walk right by/you laugh and say that they're just insane/never asked for poverty, never asked for disease/never asked for you to push them down to their knees/why do you turn them away, are you that afraid/your attitude only helps them dig their grave/ homeless, cold, diseased and alone/you take for granted that you have a home/they once did too but if you only knew/how people judged them as they grew/maybe the majority is on drugs/and maybe they do it for survival/maybe it's for the warmth they supply/or for the feeling that they give all/to put a smile on their face/make them feel good and not disgraced/gives you the image that they're all crazed/when your greed is what put them there in the first place/maybe death for them is better on drugs/'cause the pain without them is just too much/turned to for the security they provide/is better than living a painful life/you say that they are just all bums/drink and drugs are all they love/well they'd love life just like you/if they were given the chance too
-Wont You Join the army 7"
-Split 7" with DIRT
-Split 7" with FINAL WARNING
Apperance on "East Coast Pogo Attack" comp
a song on "kamikaze attacked amercia".. comp cd
Bill-guitar // Al-Bass // Jeff-Drums//
Rick-guitar // Stacy-Vox // Picasso-Vox