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Around march or so of 2002, inatree began the long vacation which the boredom of it, would lead to happy the toaster. Ex-members of iat, Josh Bellard and Kyle Leblanc, starting jamming and writing songs with bassist/singer of iat, Max Binet. The three best friends wrote song after song of pure emotion and angst. Original member, Chris Ory was voted out of the band, and htt went on. We played our first show with claymore, boxcar rebellion, and VOMA, in May of 2002, and then took a break and practiced for a month, for the June 15th show with montcalm from MA, which more or less ended unsuccesfully. Happy the Toaster is finishing up recording our album, god as my nightstand.

Lyrics

THREE CAR PILE UP

within this narrow street,
between these yellow lines.
within your shallow lies

three car pile up,
three car pile up.
three cars pile down,
catch ablaze, pile up

the first car is at risk,
the second cannot stop,
the third is looking away,
and runs into them all.

three car pile up
three car pile up
three car pile up
three car pile up.

NEPTUNE

one too many of these mistakes made
chipping peices of our planets falling
it's not true that we know nothing,
cause we all know our source of light.

neptune is the only planet thats not falling
(the only planet thats not falling is the one
thats being held up.)x2

and isn't it true that on the sea we're boating,
the water is a greenish color.
in this hop-scotch galaxy,
every day to us is night.

neptune is the only planet thats not falling
(the only planet thats not falling is the one
thats being held up.)x4

LONER

im sitting here, by myself
trying to think about what just went wrong.
life is too long, i cant go on, not again.

not again x4

im sitting here, and by my shelf
im looking at what died, so long.
life is so long, but im going on, not again.

not again x4

mind blowing frequencies
suicidal tendencies
i am the sickness,
i'm you're only disease.
you died, so long and your so gone,
not again.

not again x8

SHOOT TO KILL SIGN

all i need you to do,
is push this red button, underneath,
the shoot to kill sign. x2

how many will you take,
enough to satisfy, the happiness,
that you fake.

where you come from,
i've walked around in a three hour range.
and as you said, im not exactly,
normal for my age.
but im not normal for my age.

this time i dont mind if you sneak out the back door.
actually i left an exit sign, with a note,
welcome to the real world.

next time lock the door, ive found you're tracks.

GOD AS MY NIGHTSTAND

I dont know you,
you dont owe me anything.
the temptation, is building up,
inside of me.

cant see the bottom,
god as my nightstand. x2

I dont know you,
you dont owe me anything.
the temptation, is building up,
inside of me.

cant see the bottom,
god as my nightstand. x2

AUTUMN OBSESSION(THE STEPHANIE LARRIVIERRE HATE ANTHEM.)

all that we were, all now is gone.
all cause of you, this is you're song.

I wont be crying, and i wont feel sad.
cause to me we were always a fad.

you can run away together,
he'll bail on you with his umbrella,
when the rain comes.
and i'll shed a tear, in another year,
when autumn comes.

so go with your friends, in the big crowd.
all of this time, i'll be screaming aloud:
your in denial and your out of place.
and i'll shove a nail through your georgeous
fucking face.

you can run away together,
he'll bail on you with his umbrella,
when the rain comes.
and i'll shed a tear, in another year,
when autumn comes.

THE LIVING DEAD

we're not doing well,
but we're better off, than the living dead.
they dont know who they are,
they cant find they're place, in this world.

the living dead.

we're under they're spell,
to paint the town red.
they dont know who they are,
they cant find they're place, in this world.

the living dead.

YOUR LEAVING TOWN

your in the air
your on a plane
your leaving town
its getting late, rest your head.
go to bed.

the tenth, you're comming back.

i'm on the wing
i'm comming too
i'm slipping off
i'll remember you, on the way down.
the way down.

the tenth your comming back.

your leaving town
town, town, town town town
town town.

DBA ROBOT

they'res a barcode on you're arm,
joseph
they'res a barcode on you're arm.
you'r wearing all the latest things,
they'res a barcode on your arm.

dont be a robot,
they'll rot your mind,
dont be a robot,
or an android of some kind.

they're all lined up in rows,
they're ready to go out,
to the mall to see,
what all the fuss is about

dont be a robot,
they'll rot your mind,
dont be a robot,
or an android of some kind. x2

RAINY DAY RAZORS

rain and thunder, purple clouds on sunny days.
clouds like anger, yeah and the hears just drove away, drove away.

i'm not likley. and neither are these cuts on my arms.
razor blades, smell like rain. four way stops, are killing me.

traffic lights. tricking pedestrians into, walking for miles.
i remember driving down country roads and fields, on the way to you're funeral.

razor blades, smell like rain, four way stops, are killing me.