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Treason
01:35
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Shots so loud, God cannot hear. Your thoughts and prayers are on deaf ears. I don’t need their thoughts and prayers. Their hallow eyes, their vacant stares. Everyone knows that we’re broken. Can’t you see the cracks are showing. We don’t need their sympathy for all the shit they’ve done to me. They’re tearing us all apart. They got no soul and they got
no heart. And it’s treason (this is how it’s gonna end). God and I don’t give a damn, about your thoughts and prayers. Treason (this is how it always ends
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Stuttering on Cue
02:51
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She said to me and I quote “Life is short, we need some hope. But you’re doing it all wrong. You’re gonna lose yourself in that stupid song. Live your life like you’re on fire. Burn it down like a funeral pyre. Don’t do what they tell you to, or you’ll be stuttering right on cue.” We don’t nudge, we push and shove. We don’t ask. We just do it. We don’t nudge. We fuckin’ shove. So don’t tell me it’s not our jo
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Doug Reilly
01:38
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There’s a guy. A really nice guy. He lives in a trailer. His power is solar. There’s a guy. A really swell guy. His poop is compost.
We like him the most. His name is Doug Reilly. There’s a guy. A really nice guy. His daughter is Zora. They like their pakora. There’s a guy. A really swell guy. He looks like Matt. He wears imported hats. His name is Doug Reilly.
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Kindling
02:09
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Walking through the fire. Dancing through the rain. Listening to your bullshit, it’s driving me insane. All your myths of history. Singing songs of fate. Trying to tell us all that it’s heritage not hate. Well, I’m gonna burn your flag. Gimme a match. Gimme gimme gimme. Dancing through the potholes, littering your mind. Yeah I got your number. Yeah I know
your kind. All your myths of history. Singing songs of fate. Underneath it all, it’s a heritage of hate. I’m gonna burn your flag. Gimme a match. Gimme gimme gimme. You’re lying about your heroes. They’re bastards one and all. I’m tearing down your statues. I’m tearing down them all. All your myths of history. Singing songs of fate. Underneath it all, it’s a heritage of hate. I’m gonna burn your flag. Gimme a match, gimme gimme gimme.
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Big Big Man
01:42
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Big, big man. You’re a big, big man. With a gun in your hand, a gun in your hand. Big, big man. What a big, big man. With a gun in your hand, a gun in your hand. Must be compensating for something.
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Crazy Times
02:01
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Hoped it was a blessing, it turned out as a curse. One thing that he taught me, it can always get worse. It can always get worse, it can always get worse. One thing that he’s taught me, it can always get worse. Crazy times. Came here in a limo, I hope he leaves in a hearse. One thing that he’s taught me, it can always get worse. It can always get worse, it can
always get worse. Came here in a limo, I hope he leaves in a hearse. Crazy times. Call out the dead, tell them it was just a hoax. Tell them that they died for nothing. Tell them it was just a joke. We’re living in crazy times.
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Sriracha-chas Rochester, New York
The Sriracha-chas are Geneva, NY's worst punk band.
B.Leo: guitars, backing vocals
Nick Ruth: drums, backing vocals
k–d–: bass, fronting vocals
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