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Messy, Isn't It?

by DANGERS

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1.
Why didn't you kill yourself today? What cross, what coupon, what cathode ray Put the joie de vivre in your diseased heart? How Anne Hathaway, How Peg Bundy Thou art. Hey Sugar: Prove to me that the air you breathe Wasn't better served by the leaves of a tree. You're but a breeder, Tax break receiver With menopause sweats A TV tray and a mosh pit son Who wastes the marrow of his bones Jumping into these drums. Please tell him: Don't stand so (no) Don't stand so (close) Don't stand so close to me. See, I know your children Because I've been your children And us children, hopeful children Ain't worth the stretch marks baby. 'Cause we may sing these songs of protest, Cast our ballots, too Forgo meat and Ride our bikes and Get our band's stupid tattoo But it means nothing, Nothing, When we get eaten by the sun. Que sera Que sera For, whatever there is will soon be all gone. So what's wrong With a song That asks wherefore and why have you lived this long? A purpose? You want a reason? Stop believing. Or stop needing the answers. There are no answers Except the sun, the sun, the sun. While you sit on your couch And wait up for your boy We're polluting his mind with this (noise).
2.
If it ain't broke, then break it. Destroy it. Smash a hammer through your stucco, Dismantle, Sledgehammer it. A la Sacco, A la Vanzetti, A la me gone berserk With my head in the clouds Nursing acid rain bowels, Me stuck in traffic after work. Where each car seems just like a coffin, Just like a hearse. We just can't go on like this: Clinging to paychecks just like they were your mother's tits. (Buck by buck) Straighten your A's. (Cent by cent) Straighten your laces. (Bill by bill) Straighten your shirt. We're better. We're better off. We're better off dead Than burning out. Buck by buck. Cent by cent. Bill by bill. Until your dead. Pay for your water, Pay for your gas, You pay for everything, Even your death. Choking on the barrel of a gun (Choking on the barrel of a gun) Sounds like much more fun. Lock, stock and choking on the barrel of a gun. Take the motherfucking money, I'll spill the blood.
3.
Last call, last round. Roofie's on the house. Make sure that you've got your hair pulled back Or your dad just might have To pull your freshly drowned and maimed chunks of liver Out from your bangs. And he won't understand Why the check he wrote to pay for your books Went straight up your button nose instead. Jeremy spoke in class today and this is what he said: I raped alice in chains with my nine inch nail And now her reading rainbow's dead. Schools for facts and figures. Schools to multiply the odds of our demise. No child gets left behind. SATs to nonox-9. From juicebox days to Columbine. A pyramid of emtpies, We're prime candidates for cyanide. It's my fault for fucking up the kids. It's my fault for buying in. It's all my fault. From the cradle to the grave: Like a production line for gorgeous brains. To be wild, oh, to break free. To forsake all that they're teaching me to be. It's all my fault. (It's all your fault.) I'm all to blame.
4.
I'm in the red I've got the blues I'm token black, An early greying fool. I need an orange I need a lime I need a last name that don't feel like such a crime. I feel 16 I feel 60 I feel 9 to 5. So sick of rent checks So sick of life vests So sick of 5 foot 9. Once was lost but now am drowned.
5.
"You clean up nice," she says to me with this smug ass grin that means she knows just how much porn that it takes to get me off nowadays. As the chance of a kiss disappears from her brain, we bite and chew this night away. "I like your new haircut," I say but what I mean is, "Eat shit." This ain't what they mean by love and I don't seem the type that likes himself enough to be loved. Mademoiselle, sil vous plait, please excuse all the flesh I once ate. But, avec moi, c'est la vie, my humble new diet ain't changing a thing. What's compassion? What's a rouse? Cause I still ain't stuck in a bed with you. I'd rather dine alone. If meat is murder, what is love? "Let's do this again sometime." "Your place or mine?" If meat is murder, what the fuck is love?
6.
Opposable (free) 02:55
Base. How low can we go? Fuck the Beatles, I'm an animal An upright ape with opposable thumbs To hold the clubs To hold the guns Swing low sweet chariot God bless my DNA Drunk drive my Chevy to the levee Let the flood come and sweep me away No this ain't the apocalypse It's the way shit has always been From Sodom to Saddam Attila to Tienenmen A quarter million years of human being A quarter million years as a human stain We use ten percent of our gorgeous brains And leave the rest up to cocaine Lucy in the sky Got her hands on a new shotgun Lucy in the sky Got her hands on a Remington Lucy in the sky Her shiny diamonds drenched in blood And I know where the wild things are Don't look far Don't look far 'Cause I got wisdom in my teeth And terror in my wars Yes, I know where the wild things are Don't look far. Don't look far. There's a reason that it's hard to look in the mirror. There's a reason that it's hard to go to the zoo And there's a reason you want to pry open the cage See, you should be there, too.
7.
It's all downhill from here, old man. Auf wiedersehen. Two steps forward, six feet underground. Standing O, Take a bow. Lab coats, machines and all the chemotherapy don't seem to me an answer to these tears you long to see. So i ain't crying no more. I'd pull out the plug if i could muster up the love. No one wants memories of skid marks pants pissed. Jim Beam, Mary Jane. Wherefore art thou Kevorkian? No way, Jose, it's not for me this life spent basking in you agony. Give me the longest walks. Prescribe for me the shortest piers. I ain't going out like that. No way, not me, I'd rather die And as i stood there by his bed, bowls of Jell-o, crusts of bread, stared straight into his eyes and I wanted him to die. And I felt the shame Of such, such naiveté that someone young, that someone dumb, someone my age could feel so callously to want to piss in the fountains of youth, to dance all night on the graves of the dead, to want to tear those pink ribbons to shreds. And as he lay there in his bed, 80 pounds, half dead, He said, "Bink, please hold my hand... I don' think that you understand... Oh, puneta, I've done all that I can and i don't want to die." Your're gonna die You're gonna die. You're gonna.
8.
You are going to die Your parents, your children They're all going to die Slow, painful With a methadone drip Ain't no Trojan I know Don't change nothing at all Not some latex Not some cocktail of pills No T-cells No Magic No hospital bills A cure ain't a cure if a cure don't change nothing at all. You're still going to die. Cause death is still waiting Death ain't got nothing but time No bloodwork No serum Will keep you alive So stop waiting Stop wasting your time Fuck bareback Fuck till you choke on your Life ain't worth living if all that you want is a Cure ain't a cure if a cure don't change nothing at All of my life double knotted by fear And sometimes this fear is what keeps me here I want to live a life drenched in the rain No umbrella No condom And not vaccine I want to live a life drenched in the rain I'd rather die young than die young at heart.
9.
A kiss is a kiss is a kiss. Regardless of Joseph Smith. And what I wouldn't give to love a woman like she does... A kiss is a kiss is a kiss is a kiss. On the lips. Or on the lips.
10.
Couch surfing will break your back and there's not one night in ten lonely years that she's gone to sleep in her bed upstairs. It's piled high with clothes that no longer fit. Old christmas gifts with tags still affixed. She sleeps on the couch and she dreams like a slave. Dreams of her mortgage it's jaws clamped round her vertebrae. She's hollow, she'd dyeing, she's menopause-ing away. Hey there, good looking what's that microwave got cooking for you and me tonight? 'Cause it seems like you just might stick your salt and pepper head inside. That you might scream, that you might die just like sylvia, die as a slave, die a single mother, a bleak divorcee. Dig under her affluence and this is what you'll find: five beds, four baths, three kids, do the math. Just debt, regret, empty nest, a broken back. I was not worth throwing away all of your dreams.
11.
A small ziploc bag is all that it takes for a father to seem less a man than mistake. 'Cause that's not the type of thing that you want to find under bed when your horny and fifteen with smut and pornography mind. You want blow jobs not blow, rather cum than cry.
12.
Goliath 01:28
And if I raise my hand It's cause I don't understand Why all the grown-ups that I know Believe in boy kings and this giant man I'd gladly bow my head Just show me the bones I'm sorry Mrs. Steves I just can't stand it down here on my knees I like magic Magicians The parting of the sea But your god ain't wrought nothing but blasphemy Swear I'd gladly bow my head Just show me dem bones I like stained glass I like grape juice But I like questions And I like proof Bones Oh, where are the bones? Someone show me his bones Please! I've seen pharaohs I've seen dodos I've seen dinosaur bones Full of marrow Bones to fill the grave Oh, someone show me his bones So I can show someone my faith Slings and stones May break my bones But these fables These tales This book won't save my soul Hell she hath no fury like an East Orange man's firstborn Goddamn me Reprimand me My detention set me free!
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It's raining, it's pouring, this story's getting oh so boring. And what else did you expect? When it rains, someone always gets wet. So it's searchlights or the shadows. With a newscast like that, Dan, I'd rather the gallow. 'Cause i ain't seen a life vest in days that ain't strapped round the eyewitness men making dayjobs out of your dismay. When the saints go marching into the streets it's too bad they won't know how to swim. It's pouring. it's raining, but from this couch it seems much more like entertaining. Oh, what the fuck's wrong with me? All these bodies float 'round my head, your town and i still sleep so damned flawlessly. When the saints go marching into the streets I'll be the one fast asleep. Too selfish to weep. If I could, yes I would, but it seems I can't. I’m sorry. When the revolution comes to this land (Oh lord, I want to be in that number) When we rich go out and stack those sandbags (I want to be in that number) When we all have enough water to drink (Please, please let me be in that number) When our leaders learn to cry at our feet (I want to be in that number) When the saints go marching in.
15.
Tarantula Type (free) 01:19
This sickness that's inside of me Ain't a sickness that's easy to see No rash, no runs, no potpourri Of symptoms Of woes No bloody stool No bloody nose Just cause you can't see it's there Don't mean that that shit isn't there Stitched into this birthday suit Oh grandmother, how I miss you Like a banshee Sid and Nancy My double helix is coming unglued It's in your blood It clogs your veins Eats your gorgeous brains And it will drag you straight to your grave Quick A head in the clouds Is a foot in the grave A head in the clouds Is a foot in the grave But a foot in the grave is where I'd rather be If a head in the clouds means I'm sick I'm not sick You're the one that's sick Rick, serve me my goddamn breakfast.
16.
What Goes Up 01:24
I was there I sucked the bodies up my nose Asbestos And femurs And nylon pantyhose I should have cried I tried to cry I should have cry I could not cry Not saying it's good Not saying it's right But I guess my body don't trade tears For the pinstripe kind of life What goes up Liars Liars Set my skinny jeans (suit and tie) on fire Ashes, ashes We all fall downtown What goes up...
17.
Cowboys or indians? Pinkerton to taliban, Tijuana to Nicaragua: It smells like fear. Vietnam to Afghanistan: It tastes like tears. They're crying, crying, they're crying their eyes. They're dying, dying, they're dying to stay alive. I have a dream, I'm down on my knees, choking, gagging. I hear a voice stuck on repeat it says, "Place your right hand over your heart, ready, begin,” But I won't. I won't pledge. I won't pledge allegiance 'til You pledge to never kill another human being N.R.A. to Enola Gay: The end is near. Yes, I object, just like Vonnegut, I'll have none of it: long live ice-9
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(Love Poem) 00:46
19.
I've seen the jet planes crash and oil tankers galore. I've seen mexicans in boxer shorts with pacific ocean pompadours. I've seen gay penguins fuck and bison roam through golden gates. Seen dogs die on my welcome mat. Seen my best friend's girlfriend masturbate. I've seen half-empty beds (what good are dreams?) I've seen friends stuck with mortgages (what good are dreams?) (thanks for nothing) I've seen men make more out of dreams (what good are dreams?) (good for nothing) Than dreams'll ever make of them. And clearly, wearily life is but a scheme where you say there's blue butterflies where blue butterflies have never been. Some with uncle sam Me? My uncle rick: All I see is scattergoods and all i smell is shit. What good are dreams? What good are dreams if they come true? He says, what good are your dreams if all your dreams come true?

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This is our second full-length record. It is a joint release between Vitriol Records and Penguin Suit Records.

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released January 5, 2010

Written and recorded by DANGERS during spring, summer, and fall of 2009 at High Octane Studios and Justin's house. Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Rollie Ulug. Produced by DANGERS and Rollie Ulug.

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