Get all 10 Skull Drug releases available on Bandcamp.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of New International Anthem, Bullets (Single), Your Government and God Won't Save You, Common Drugs EP, Death By 45 EP, Sinful Life, Wasted Daze, Hard Times, and 2 more.
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The Sweats
00:54
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It's shit how sick I fucking get
From getting blitzed, my brain is mixed
My body screams, I'm so confused
Is this the end or just the flu?
The sweats, the stress
The speedy beats inside my chest
It's hard to play it fucking cool
Reality's so fucking cruel
My insides cry and I know why
I lied and tried another night
To be another drunken fuck
All disregard to any luck
I'm sometimes left feeling so torn
Am I dying or being reborn?
The sweats, the stress
The speedy beats inside my chest
The fire dimming inside cries
You better start to realize
There's too much left and you know why
Today is not your day to die
The sweats, the stress
The speedy beats inside my chest
The sweats, the stress
The speedy beats inside my chest
The aching that my body gets
A feeling that I will regret
My god, I am a fucking wreck!
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2. |
Say It Again
01:09
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Say it again, say it again
Open up your mouth
And fucking say it again
I wear a dress and you scream "faggot!"
You homophobic fucking maggot
And you call me a pussy too
Ironic from a cunt like you
Say it again, say it again
Open up your mouth
And fucking say it again
You're getting drunk, you wanna fight
It's clear you're insecure tonight
Your violence will not prove shit
Deep down inside you're just a bitch
Say it again, say it again
Open up your mouth
And fucking say it again
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3. |
Infected
02:04
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You can never trust the media
Corporate money writes the news
Never trust a priest
Giving kids hand-jobs in the pews
Never trust a fucking cop
Who propagates brutality
Or any politician
Because they al lack morality
Never trust the government
Surveilling your home
Never trust a war monger
Willing to kill their own
When hope is gone and trust is lost
And truth has been neglected
Does it make you want to fucking cry?
The whole world is infected
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4. |
Disease
01:52
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Routines
01:15
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Living in a languid loop
Daily decaying what is left
Of the man that I knew I was before
My excitement was bereft
No new surprise upon sunrise
This dull reprise is my demise
No way left for me to disguise
These boring routines that I despise
Routines are killing me!
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6. |
Funeral Pyre
02:32
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For what it's worth and what it's not
Miss Liberty's been sucking cock
While Uncle Sam's been jacking off
The cumstains on the planet
Show our concern for the gamut
We're right as wrong and good as fucked
So kill the lights and grab the handcuffs, draw the curtains
We've already been lubed up of that I'm certain
There's no longer a need for us to conspire
We're fucking up survival before it retires
Let's drop the act and stack the facts
As our beat up world burns to black
And we all lit the fucking match
It wasn't difficult to see
What with all of the lies and greed
And end of times on the marquee
Inhale the smoke as it starts to surround the surface
And ask yourself if the choices you made were worth it
It's getting harder to breathe as our time expires
But no one seems to see we've built our funeral pyre
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Sinful Life
01:49
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Base the judgements by the sight
There is no grey, just black and white
Push no boundaries, cross no lines
Disobedience is despised
Lunatics conduct the train
While hypocrites have named the game
As higher powers gather slaves
I live the life I've made
A sinful life
Sinful life!
Wealth is an incessant need
That freedom don't know how to feed
So forcing chains 'round hands and feet
Keeps poverty off of the streets
While puppets run for head of state
The criminals are running banks
As lower classes are detained
Why live the life they've made?
A sinful life
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8. |
New Hate
01:11
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You hate the liars, hate shooting straight
Hate the sinners, hate the saints
Hate being poor, but hate the wealth
Just fucking say it, you hate yourself
Hate the power, hate being weak
Hate the conflict, hate the peace
Hate being bored or overwhelmed
Just fucking face it, you hate yourself
You hate the silence, hate the noise
Hate the sorrow, hate the joy
Hate everyone and me as well
Just fucking face it, you hate yourself
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9. |
Paradise
01:42
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Helicopters overhead
You're coming home, your roommates dead
Every week S.W.A.T. sweeps the streets
While I'm dying for something to eat
Ain't living here so fucking great?
Ain't that your girlfriend getting raped?
In a paradise of scum fucks
In an outta luck, get fucked, itchin' for another buck
Prostitutes are turning tricks
To feed their kids and get their fix
Build a shack in a dirt lot
Where you can light up your crack rock
Another dope dealer is dead
Another junkies knife is red
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10. |
Gimme More
03:25
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Gimme the power, I want control
Over my country and over the world
I am the face of a corporate machine
Give me your lives, BLEED BLEED BLEED BLEED!
War, gimme some more
Gimme the power, oh, powers that be
To bomb the planet for a global peace
A piece of this, a piece of that
Here's a piece of my mind BAM BAM BAM BAM!
War, gimme some more
Like a tornado, I'm out of control
Viciously destroying so many homes
A psychopath on a sadistic high
Gimme more power, DIE DIE DIE DIE!
War, gimme some more
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