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SCHOOL OF THE AMERICAS E.P. (3.8.2002)


School Of The Americas
Open Your Eyes
Gimme A Break
Whores!
Kick Out The Jams

The SOA E.P. was recorded in 6 hours on a February night in 2002 and was released within 2 weeks of recording. The disc contains our two oldest songs, "Gimme A Break" and "Whores!" and our two songs written in September of 2001 being "School Of The Americas" and "Open Your Eyes". Then as a bonus track, we added our MC5 cover of "Kick Out The Jams". All songs were done on the first try accept for "School Of The Americas" which took 4 takes, because Jay was playing the wrong thing and one of the mics wasn't turned on. This CD is on a very collectible Memorex disc. Mixed and mastered by Jonny Cendro and Eric Teschke. Released at Rock-A-Billy's Record Store in Utica, MI on March 8th, 2002.
Limited to 200, 190 on regular CDs, 10 on spray painted CDs


Unreleased songs...

Bundle Up For Nuclear Winter
Get In The Bathroom, Bitch
Ready, Aim, Fire
Republican't (Screw The Democrats Too)
Rock N' Roll Pneumonia
The Dark Side
The Perfect Speed
Where's The Bread?














SCHOOL OF THE AMERICAS

FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

I wanna learn to torture you
I wanna learn how to kill you
I wanna beat information out of you
I wanna threaten priests
I wanna murder nuns
I wanna abuse human rights

In The School Of The Americas
The School Of The Americas
The School Of The Americas
The School Of The Americas

I wanna rape people
I wanna shoot you up cuz I don't like you
I want the C.I.A. to help me out
I wanna be with the other 60,000 grads
I wanna be a fascist dictator
I want the U.S.A. to show me how

In The School Of The Americas
The School Of The Americas
The School Of The Americas
The School Of The Americas

In The School Of The Americas
The School Of The Americas
The School Of The Americas
The School Of The Americas

Manuel Noreiega - Killed soldiers, Drug Trafficking
Omar Torrijos - Dictator
Leopold Gatieri - Dictator, Started war
Roberto Viola - Murder, Kidnapping, Torture
Juan Velasco - Dictator, Overthrew Gov't
Guillermo Rodriguez - Dictator, Overthrew Gov't
Lugo Banzer Suarez - Murder, Dictator, Violent Overthrow




OPEN YOUR EYES

The rocket's are cruising
The fires are burning
The people are dying
But they're living and thriving
The oppressors are grouping
To take all of your freedom
The man, well, he's sitting
On that pile full of gold

You won't see him coming, coming after to you

Open your eyes
They're coming after you
Open your eyes
They'll take it all from you
Open your eyes
They're coming after you
Open your eyes
They'll take it all from you

Big houses start falling
When the biggots start balling
Cuz the riches are flying
Flying away from them
Cuz it's us now on top
People, don't stop
The man, he won't be sitting
On that pile full of gold

He won't see us coming, coming after him

Open your eyes
They're coming after you
Open your eyes
They'll take it all from you
Open your eyes
They're coming after you
Open your eyes
They'll take it all from you

Gonna start some shit now
Been taking it now
Start that shit now
Been taking it now
It's us on top now
We won't stop now
Open your eyes now

Open your eyes
They're coming after you
Open your eyes
They'll take it all from you
Open your eyes
They're coming after you
Open your eyes
They'll take it all from you




GIMME A BREAK

I'm tired of your talk
You annoy me to death
Keep your fucking mouth closed
I've got one nerve left
You're on it too
I'm teetering on the edge
Of putting you straight through
A plate glass window

Your dumb, stupid as hell
I don't believe it, you can't even spell
You talk for hours about nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all

So shut up about your new car
And your money and your clothes
Noone gives a shit about your house
Your new phone, or your hoes




WHORES!

What’s up tramp?
I seen you around today
I don’t know you at all
I bet you'll do me anyway

You skank bitch
You ugly fucking bitch
You little slut whore
stay the hell away from me

You look half-nude
I can see down your shirt
Right through your top
And right up your skirt

So many of you all over
Where ever I look I see
Too many skank whores
And it pisses the hell out of me




BUNDLE UP FOR NUCLEAR WINTER

This song is about something we have to think a lot about these days, I don't think we should have to...

 From above the rusted water tower
Acid rain begins to shower
Slowly melting away the world before my eyes
How could someone let this happen?
It seems ot be such a slap in
The face of everyone out in the cold

The litter dances in the breeze
Clouds loom in the sky
An umbrella of disease
Has fallen on mankind
The litter dances in the breeze
Clouds loom in the sky
An umbrella of disease
Has fallen on mankind

Wind has been my worst enemy
It breaks in so unfriendly
A party with the wind and cold isn't so much fun
Through the halls of his expensive mansion
The old rich man can't stop dancing
He caused this devistation

The litter dances in the breeze
Clouds loom in the sky
An umbrella of disease
Has fallen on mankind
The litter dances in the breeze
Clouds loom in the sky
An umbrella of disease
Has fallen on mankind

The litter dances in the breeze
Clouds loom in the sky
An umbrella of disease
Has fallen on mankind
The litter dances in the breeze
Clouds loom in the sky
An umbrella of disease
Has fallen on mankind
Has fallen, fallen on mankind
Has fallen, fallen on mankind
Has fallen, fallen on mankind
Has fallen, fallen on mankind




GET IN THE BATHROOM, BITCH

This song is a joke about an actual event that happened, it is not meant to be sexist, just purely comical...

 You're lying about me
What is the point of this
You said i forced you on your knees
Inside the bathroom, bitch
Just wait until you see
That you are so twisted
I never said to you
Get in the bathroom, bitch

So i hear you like me
To bad i don't like you back
I'm not the nicest person
But i'm not one to attack
It's time for you to be a bitch
And things will get out of control
You'll make up a story
That took place in a bathroom stall

Something wrong about you
Yeah, it's your skinny face
You're this far away
From me knocking the taste
Right out of your mouth
Which you shouldn't have used
To run around the town
Screaming sexual abuse


Story Behind The Song:

Our dear friend, Jason, was caught in a bit of a pickle a few months back. It involves one girl we will call "Skinny Face". I would like to say that we call her "skinny face" becuase we want to keep her identity anonymous, but actually we just don't know what the fuck her name is..... and she has a skinny face. Well, anyways, she started telling people that Jason dragged her into the bathroom at school and forced her to give him a bejèt (French for B.J.) when really this event never happened, she just made up the story to get him back for not going out with him. And that right there pretty much somes it up.






READY, AIM, FIRE

Ready, Aim, Fire
They're falling one by one
Ready, Aim, Fire
Moving right along
Ready, Aim, Fire
They're falling one by one
Ready, Aim, Fire
Moving right along

Control me
I'm a gun
Can blow the hell out of everyone
Sit on the hill
Look across the oceans
Watch em fall one by one

Get prepared
For a thousand mile swim
Have your rifle in a upright position
They travel there
To Americanize
And force upon Westernization

Lighting strikes
At the edge of the land
Thousands of boot prints engraved in the sand
Miles and miles
Of unwanted gifts
All for the poor and none for the rich




REPUBLICAN'T (SCREW THE DEMOCRATS TOO)

You're a fuckin' republican and you don't do shit
You take from the poor and give it to the rich
Fuck trickle down you stupid sonofabitch
Cuz you're a republican and you're piece of shit

Look to the right
Fooled us again
I'm gonna start a war
That I'm not fightin' in
So pack up your bags
And go win it for me
Hell, lets just nuke the bitches
It's World War 3!

Now I can take from the poor
A status quo to defend
Show me your pocketbook
And maybe I'll be your friend
But we don't want that
Your friendship won't sell
For all your fucking corruption
Rot in hell!!!

You're a fuckin' republican, tried and true
Don't turn away, yeah, We're talkin' to you
Fuck trickle down and fuck the rich
Corrupt and greedy republicans are pieces of shit!!!



Artists Note:

We don't actually hate all republicans and democrats. Don't get us wrong. The song is geared towards corrupt governments and some of the really shitty Republican presidents we have had lately.

Here Are A Few Facts:
In the world's wealthiest nation, one in four children are born into poverty. The richest one percent of American families control more than half the nation's wealth. The military budget is still at the same level it was during the Cold War, while social welfare budgets are being slashed in the name of deficit reduction (and tax cuts for the wealthy).
Declining living standards are now the norm for workers. The average real (or inflation adjusted) income for private sector workers has declined 16 percent between 1973 and 1993. One in four American workers are employed in low wage jobs. Low wage is defined as someone in a year-round, full-time job that earns less than $14,000 a year (the Federal poverty line for a family of four). The U.S. Department of Labor reports that seven million people now need more than one job to survive.
While the current official national unemployment rate stands at 5.7 percent, there are far more people than that who are either out of work, can only find part-time work, are employed at poverty level wages or are employed below their skill level. The Labor Department's euphemism for these people is ``distressed workers,'' and they are 36 million in number, or about 40 percent of the American labor force.
Around 16 percent of all Americans _ nearly 40 million people _ live at or below the poverty line. But as many people know too well, you can't pay for food, shelter and other basic necessities for a family on $14,000 a year. Double that amount is closer to reality, but there aren't many people pulling down that kind of money. Two parents both working at the minimum wage earn only $16,320 in pre-tax income.