1. |
Keeping Score
02:05
|
|
||
Summers over another year older
Still standing here just the same as before
We might be bipolar, or have a social disorder
Driving home late, fall through the front door
Cause I'm an adult, and it's my fault
But that's the best part about not keeping score
Say what you will 'cause I'm not keeping score
Cheap beers everywhere, smiles and cheers
Getting ready to party all over again
I don't want to be anywhere
Else that might mean I'm not here my friends
So say what you will while we pop these pills
Laughing waiting on the next day to begin
Say what you will 'cause I'm not keeping score
|
||||
2. |
Sheepdip
02:35
|
|
||
Everything is a made up game, passed down through generations
I suppose, nobody knows, why we approve intellectual suffocation
We give up control, because we are in control, of every situation
But its not enough to make up for what we've lost for in captivation
There's a set of standards I hold to myself
Ones that have nothing to do with you
Because I don't need anyone to tell me how to...
Spend my time
I spend my time, trying to clear my mind
Spend my time, ignoring the noises, voices, and traffic signs
Well I spend my time making sure we are fine
Voluntarily gave them our rights for limited mass protections
Submitted our independence, our thought, for individual obsessions
People spoke, but then they were choked, out by radical denizens
To afraid of substantial change we bought these wars from corporations
|
||||
3. |
Enola 51
01:30
|
|
||
4. |
RLGF
02:24
|
|
||
Throw him to the ground, beat his fucking ass
Grab that brand new iPhone and rob all of his cash
Kick him in his face, just once more for fun
Out comes the heat, don't look back just fucking run
A gunshot rings out as I hit the gas
From the corner of my eye i can see the muzzle flash
These kids have no remorse the outlook isn't good
Just another day living in the hood
Red light gun fight
You're not going home tonight
Red light gun fight
Someone's full of lead won't be sleeping in their bed...tonight
Look to my left fists fly through the air
Bodies hit the ground no one really seems to care
Until they see the shot then hear the blast
Before my eyes this kids life is trashed
All these thugs have guns and they are bringing them out
Living in fear isn't what life is about
When it gets dark don't go out alone
As bad as it may get, this is where we call home
|
||||
5. |
8hr Shift
03:10
|
|
||
Everyday I’m useless right after lunch
I don’t eat food, I just re-up
Double dosing daily meds, that should be enough
But all these hat-tricks just make me want more stuff
Useless, I’m useless after lunch
I wanna go home, and do more stuff
Useless, I’m useless after lunch
I wanna go home, and get fucked up
I'm useless, if I don't have enough
So fucking useless, if I take too much
Blowing lines and paying fines, it's just another day
It hasn’t killed me yet, no slowing down, no other way
My car runs even though its a little rough,
I got some extra cash, so let’s go buy more stuff
|
||||
6. |
My Contribution
02:09
|
|
||
They know it’s wrong, they stand right there
People detached, together we stare at them
You know it’s wrong, go make it right
Alone or collective the answer is always the answer is fight so just
Fight, fight, fight, fuck it just fight
Their hate is real, but logic is flawed
Teach them a lesson, square on the jaw because
You know it’s wrong, go make it right
Alone or collective the answer is always the answer is fight so just
Leave them alone, just let us be
Don’t make the mistake, to talk down to me because
I walk my path, I choose my life
Alone or collective the answer is always the answer is fight so just
|
||||
7. |
Millionaires
01:56
|
|
||
Been downstairs playing basements for years
Some friends leave but the rest of us are still here
The pit starts up to the bass and drums while the guitar blares
If good times were dollars we'd be millionaires
Just ask a punk for the address to tonight's gig
All are welcome we want to make this big
Hate us for what we do, trust me we don't care
If good times were dollars we'd be millionaires
Smoke in the air Jeff and Joker are there for a mid-set toke
If bad times were dollars we'd be broke
Said if bad times were dollars we'd be broke
If bad times were dollars we'd still be broke
|
||||
8. |
Too Broke To Care
02:50
|
|
||
One out of every two citizens has sunk below the poverty line
Fat rich white capitalistic pigs against people like us that struggle to survive
Too broke to care
Too broke
Life is just a game and I always lose
Sometimes you just want to give it all up surrender admit defeat
Day in day out all you think about, which bill to pay next, when will I eat
Too broke to care
Too broke
Life is just a game and I always lose
Spent all my money on records and booze
|
||||
9. |
Rock 'n' Roll
02:54
|
|
One Way Terror Buffalo, New York
O.W.T. is a manic blend of punk, thrash, and raw energy that will tear you apart and put you back together again
Streaming and Download help
If you like One Way Terror, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp