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CROSS DOG

by CROSS DOG

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Christoff Slater
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Christoff Slater I had to buy both versions, nothing beats the original
Dustin Lawrence
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Dustin Lawrence This is pretty much punk as a raw as you can get it! Really gnarly album start to finish. Favorite track: Broken Bones.
Mitch
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Mitch If you like your punk raw, fast and hard-hitting then this album is for you. Just discovered Cross Dog yesterday and haven't looked back since. Fuckin LOVE this album, and can't wait for Vigilante. See you guys at WayHome!!! Favorite track: American Dream.
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Vintage store shopping trust fund kids with white sinuses Smart phones in stupid hands Fat boys in skinny pants So hot right now There's nothing to think about Why bother thinking about anything but fashion when the media is all you know A generation of narcissism They drink fast, but they think slow So hot right now Nothing to think about So hot right now Suck on the old cash cow Hey, who is she wearing Hey, ignore another school shooting Hey, I just love the design Hey, ignore another suicide So hot right now There's nothing to think about Why bother thinking about anything but drinking when the media is all you know A generation of narcissism They drink fast, but they think slow So hot right now Nothing to think about So hot right now Suck on the old cash cow
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Dear Harper 01:53
The time has come to take your stolen crown away To demand your dues all be repaid Your promises like viruses infect You make me sick Read the fine print, or is the oil too thick? You've had your chance to stop the damage done I won't stop now, not 'til this battle's won You've had your change to stop the damage done I won't stop now, this fight has just begun Sedate the masses with your bullshit grin (Hey!) I won't believe a word of your goddamn shit You said enough by doing nothing at al (Hey!) We built your tower, now you'll watch it fall The time has come to take your stolen crown away To demand your dues all be repaid Your promises like viruses infect You make me sick Read the fine print, or is the oil too thick? You've had your chance to stop the damage done I won't stop now, not 'til this battle's won You've had your change to stop the damage done I won't stop now, this fight has just begun
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You see him walk these streets, familiar face living downtown Holding up bar stool seats, and never putting his drink down A local waste of life, a dirty stain on your polished scene Cringe as he stumbles by, you don't know where this bum has been, hey! A blank stare, you can't spare any change It's not your life to save Put your faith in the American dream, just believe in the American dream Find god, get on your knees and pray Sell your soul and you might be saved Duty calls, you've gotta fight for the man When duty calls you've gotta fight for the man Sign him up and fly him east, a one way ticket to the new 'Nam He wasn't there to keep the peace, draining blood in the hot sand A blank stare, you can't spare any change It's not your life to save Put your faith in the American dream, just believe in the American dream Find god, get on your knees and pray Sell your soul and you might be saved Spoken: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness" Unless, of course, you are sick, marginalized, different, unable, or unwilling to feed the machine that broke you, and that has no intention of fixing you. Put your faith in the American dream, just believe in the American dream Put your faith in the American dream, god bless the American dream (Hey, hey, hey!) Put your faith in the American dream, just believe in the American dream Put your faith in the American dream, god bless the American
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Palms bloodied by the mark of the martyr You're telling stories, gotta make them believe Clock's tick, tick, ticking like a timebomb About to blow open your trail of deceit You keep talking but the crowd is dead You keep talking so you know you're alive You're your biggest fan, give yourself a hand Each word reaffirms what you think you've been concealing I see right through the charade Stand tall on your soapbox, preach to get yourself off (You play god) Think no one is right, and you can never be wrong (On your cross) Always searching for a source of attention You wear your problems like a badge on your breast Crave sympathy from strangers to make you feel Worthy, and different, and so much better than them I've got your sickness locked between my crosshairs Nailed you down to your holy cross You can't deny it, you're fucking lying So buried in shit now that you've started to believe it I see right through the charade Stand tall on your soapbox, preach to get yourself off (You play god) Think no one is right, and you can never be wrong (On your cross) It's started pushing down, pushing down Your fucking ego has a life of its own It will take you down, take you down You'll be left with no one, yeah! You're on your own Stand tall on your soapbox, preach to get yourself off (You play god) Think no one is right, and you can never be wrong (On your cross)
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Surgery 01:34
Prepare the operating room (Cut it out, throw it away) Sanitize and sharpen all the tools (Cut it out, throw it away) Inform the patient of the risk (Cut it out, throw it away) Of a procedure such as this It's an excision of the part of the brain That makes you hurt And makes you hate You can't say "faggot" anymore (Cut it out, throw it away) Or call a strong woman a "whore" (Cut it out, just cut it out, yeah!) Put down your fists and practice art (Cut it out, throw it away) Now that I've cut your head apart This might leave a scar Just try a little foundation, baby It worked on her black eye She hid what you did from her family But you can't hide from this surgery It's an excision of the part of the brain That makes you hurt And makes you hate I'll change your mind and things you say (Cut it out, throw it away) I'll change your mind and things you say (Cut it out, throw it away) I'll change your mind and things you say (Cut it out, throw it away) I'll change your mind and things you say
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Broken Bones 01:58
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F.Y.G. 01:04
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Black Hole 02:46
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Shut It Down 03:05

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AVAILABLE JULY 6 2013

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released July 6, 2013

Recorded at The Narrows Studio/Tracy and Mark's apartment.
Produced by Cross Dog.

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CROSS DOG Peterborough, Ontario

Using only a voice, drums, a bass, and an arsenal of effects pedals, CROSS DOG plays a loud, noisy, socially conscious blend of feminist punk, hardcore, and metal.

CROSS DOG is:
Tracy A - Vocals
Mikey Reid - Drums
Mark Rand - Bass
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