1. |
Hot Shark
02:50
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Wake up, face another day, march on the line
Gave up your pay to keep your pride and hold a picket sign
Dyed his blue collar white and bought a house on the bay
A wage war between the man and his lowly slave – predator and prey
Won’t stop until they take what you need
You’d better cause a scene
Set fire to the paper walls
Break down the door
Choked out with their hands behind their back
Old men at war
Rise up, lock down win control of the fight
There’s no amount of money in this world can buy your civil rights
Tried to force you in the corner in a winner take all race
Tables turned and now a wild cat stares them straight in the face
Line them up but they can’t take you down
Their blood will run cold at the sight and the sound
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2. |
Progress
02:51
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I’ll boldly break the rules with my straight edge tattoo
Got tickets to The Fest
I’ve got a Crass patch on my vest, but
I don’t care, I don’t hear what you’re saying to me
I’m programmed over progress
A life thought-free is the life for me
Apathetic but fashion conscious
No time for human rights
The Dwarves play at Lee’s tonight
Here in this punk rock scene
I’ll always be 16, but
I don’t care, I don’t hear what you’re saying to me
I’m programmed over progress
A life thought-free’s the life for me
Apathetic but fashion conscious
“I don’t care for your politics”
“My best bro’s hardcore band is sick”
“What the fuck is United Way?”
“I’ve got a hot date with Record Store day”
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3. |
Fred Is Dead
03:02
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Did you hear the death rattle?
We need to be sure that he passed
Pull the plug, seal the body bag, alert the press
Fred is dead at last
Make his family clean the bedpan
We gotta take the evening off
So clock out, lock up, take off your rainbow scrubs
It’s time to fucking dance
Who’s coming out to party?
(Paint the town red)
It’s time to celebrate
(Your god is dead)
There’s no heaven’s gate
(Paint the town red)
He can’t hear your prayers or your hate
So don’t make arrangements
Just keep the cost of the casket down
Wrap his body in a pride flag, throw it in that hole
Just get him underground
Don’t even think about a protest
They all expect a spectacle
A sad, old white man whose heart has stopped
One less at the hospital
Who’s coming out to party?
(Paint the town red)
It’s time to celebrate
(Your god is dead)
There’s no heaven’s gate
(Paint the town red)
He can’t hear your prayers or your hate
Now Fred is dead
And in his final moments
I hope he felt regret
And realized that god does not exist
Fred is dead
A vacant hospital bed
I know we can’t pretend
That this means hatred will end
But it’s a reason to party
(Paint the town red)
It’s time to celebrate
(Your god is dead)
There’s no heaven’s gate
(Paint the town red)
He can’t hear your prayers or your hate
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4. |
High Gain
02:05
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Tear off my ears, I swear I only want to feel it
No hearsay. No jive. High gain and overdrive
Bang on my eardrums I won’t hear a word you say
Ungrounded. Maxed out. I can’t hear what you’re talking about
Oh, yeah! Just give me high gain
Oh, yeah! Don’t gate the noise
Oh, yeah! Your opinions can’t be heard through this sound
I’ll turn it up and drown it out
Drown it out
Rip out my eyes, I swear I never want to read it
No tabloids. No press. No list of who’s best dressed
Piss in the sockets so we’re sure they won’t grow back
No vision. Lights out. I can’t see what you’re writing about
Oh, yeah! Just give me high gain
Oh, yeah! Don’t gate the noise
Oh, yeah! Your opinions can’t be heard through this sound
I’ll turn it up and drown it out
(Drown it out)
Just give me high gain
(Drown it out)
Don't gate the noise
(Drown it out)
Just give me high gain
(Drown it out)
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
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5. |
Widow
03:17
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Any other Friday night you know I’d take you shot for shot
It’s like this room is on fire, and I can’t get out
I’ve got to hold it together, I’ve gotta stay on top
No lines to cross tonight I’ll show you what I want
She hides her ammunition
It’s a fatal proposition
This game is all wrong
Wake up and you better be gone
You’re gonna make me blind
Stand in the back row
Lay down in the back in the shadows
You’re going to make me blind
Cool hands and blackest heart is what I sell
You came here looking for heaven but you’re out on a rail going straight to hell
I’m not about to apologize for what you think is wrong
‘Cause when your time is up, you’ll still be hanging on
I own this den and your guest list looks like my meal last weekend
I’ve tasted all of them
Knock, knock, now let me in
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6. |
Suffocate
02:46
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Give my regards to the host of the funeral party
It hasn’t been fun, but it sure was real
Clown crying in the doctor’s waiting room
And the muted mime can’t tell you how he really feels
Yeah
You can call it moral defense, whatever helps you sleep
His life was ended by a man in a mask
He tied a rope around his neck to take it
His life was ended by a man in a mask
Slave to suffocating fame
Don’t look for a sign on the door
There won’t be a red light at the back of the bar
A perfect host, always left you wanting more
And you left, you left him dead on the floor
Yeah
His life was ended by a man in a mask
He tied a rope around his neck to take it
His life was ended by a man in a mask
Slave to the past
His life was ended by a man in a mask
He tied a rope around his neck to take it
His life was ended by a man in a mask
Slave to suffocating fame
Call it moral defense
Whatever helps you sleep
Call it moral defense
He’ll suffocate - Whatever helps you sleep
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7. |
Vigilante
03:11
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I don't really want to start a riot
I saw a few on TV and thought I'd try it
I don't really wanna live like this
But hot showers in the gutter mean piss
I'm aware of my unkempt appearance
But in the words of Ian
"I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT!"
I'd fight the power with some anarchy
But I'm not even really sure what that means
And that's a problem
Vigilante, vigilante
Revolution wishes and gutterpunk dreams
Vigilante, vigilante
Money for huffing and the stink for free
I don't really wanna finish these lyrics
Open up the gates for all the internet critics
I don't wanna read a wordy opinion
About how this album is worse than the last one
I'm aware that I have changed the perspective
From sarcastic cynical to defensive
I'd fight the power of the blogs and the zines
But I'm not even really sure what that means
Your words do nothing
Vigilante, vigilante
Fight against art and fight against dreams
Vigilante, vigilante
Fighting word crimes from behind a screen
Win the war by refusing to battle
Vigilante, vigilante
Revolution wishes and gutterpunk dreams
Vigilante, vigilante
Fight against art and fight against me
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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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