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Broken drained out bottles and driving jeering beats,
Broken bones and crushed out cans, hitting cold concrete,
Stupid wacko fuckin tunes, for slightly aggro geeks,
We’ll keep on bashing out these tunes, pissing on these streets
-We’re so god damn sick of you
And everybody knows
-We wanna get rid of you
That’s how its gonna go
-We’re the joyboys, we’re the dorks,
we’re gonna make you fear
-Better get used to it
The wastoid crew is here
We’re the wastoid crew
And we’ve come for you
We’re the wastoid crew
And we've come for you
-You’re a big man you’re so tough
you act so big and tall
-You’re the hardest hardcore thug
in Niagara Falls
-Keep it dumb, keep it young
we don’t like you here
-shut your mouth, drive back home
gimme another beer
We’re the wastoid crew
And we’ve come for you
We’re the wastoid crew
And we've come for you
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Hoop Dreams
02:14
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Young and dumb we hit the street, red and blue out on the beat
Piss and blood and gnashing teeth, bottles broken under feet
Dig our nails into your backs, bend your spine until it cracks
Wring our hands until they snap, what we got is what you lack
We don’t give a shit, we’re not impressed with it
We don’t give a shit, who you’re down with
How much art does it take, to prove that you aren’t cheap and fake
Cut from all the same cloth, faking something you don’t got
Trying to be smart and cool and hip, maybe you’re just full of shit
And maybe I’m not down with it and maybe we’re all ignorant
We don’t give a shit, we’re not impressed with it
We don’t give a shit, who you’re down with
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Moon People
02:05
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Two more hours on the clock,
Two less hours that I’ve got
9 to 5, and all for what?
Another day stuck in this fucking rut
There’s no future for you here,
Drown yourself in stress and fear
Ten minutes left, that’s all I got
Bang my head against the wall then punch the clock,
Drag my feet across the floor, pretend I’m not so fucking bored
Rotting my soul straight to the core, feeling like a cheap whore
There’s no future for you here,
Drown yourself in stress and fear
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Bottled it up, kept the hate inside
choked at the end of a rope, my feet were slipping
hung from a black cloud, feet kicking
sometimes thinking about life gives me a headache,
fuck you, give me a beer I'm here to party
Trying hard to stay optimistic,
trying so hard not to feel like shit
trying to convince myself not to quit
sometimes I just get so sick of it
sometimes thinking about life gives me a headache,
fuck you, give me a beer I'm here to party
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Wastoids Toronto, Ontario
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