Wastoids S​/​T

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released March 28, 2013

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Track Name: Red Meat
Ripping and tearing, you owe it to yourself the most
Grease and flesh and blood, just jam it down your throat
Knife and fork, jaw and tooth, skin and whitest bone
I got no soul, I’ll eat it all, leave me the fuck alone

Red Meat
Red Meat

It would be shame, such a pretty thing to waste
The darkest red, the palest white, just give me a taste
Like times before I’ll live on with tooth and knife and nail
Hunting, fighting, fishing, fucking, never to be frail
Track Name: I'm A Prick
I'm a prick just like you, I'm a prick I love it too
I'm no cool guy I don't care, go insane pull out my hair

I'm a prick I'm a prick I'm a prick

Got no time for tough guys, got no time for dumb lies
rather be hated, rather be hated, rather be hated then be like you

I'm a prick I'm a prick I'm a prick
Track Name: My Toronto
Shit still sticks to broken bricks and you're out here all alone
playing punk out of auto trunks, the cops have gone home
cheers from the shore, I guess the home team has won
but who cares about baseball players when looking down a gun

fat blonde brothers convincing sobbing mothers it won't happen again
but here returns the summer of the gun
my toronto's fucking sick and you are all to blame
just more of the same

a child is dead, shot in the head and you bitch about bike lanes
who cares about the city's pride, go to your cottage again
I know your family, they make me sick, your whole fucking tribe
what will make you quit, a fist, a bribe?

fat blonde brothers convincing sobbing mothers it won't happen again
but here returns the summer of the gun
my toronto's fucking sick and you are all to blame
just more of the same
Track Name: M.C.A.B.
Picture a world where everyone is full of shit
It’s funny I can’t seem to get away from it
you’re miserable, misguided and don’t know what to do
so you take it out on everyone surrounding you

Keep on doing what you think is right
Keep on fighting that good, righteous fight
You’re not making it any better, you’re making it worse
How about taking a fucking second to think it through first

All cops are pigs, all jocks are too
My punk friends told me to hate these people, so that’s what I do
Pigeonholing people who I don’t know, I heard that’s cool
I’m going to get offended and blame it on you

Keep on doing what you think is right
Keep on fighting that good, righteous fight

I hate this shit and I hate you,
I hate myself and I hate punk too
I hate this city, I hate my dick
I hate this scene, it makes me sick
Track Name: Brown Sugar, Brown Liquor
Brown sugar, brown liquor swimming in my mind
I'll tell you my story if you'll give me the time
going to the bathroom, fixing special drinks
making deals on barstools, yearning for a fix
shut up, shut up, my mind's so poor
drinking from the bottle, listening to records on the floor
hey mister, do you think you got the time
dear god I can't her eyes out of my mind

brown sugar, brown liquor
cope with your loss
brown sugar, brown liquor
show your body who's boss

losing my mind, I'm losing my mind
do you know what it's like to feel sick all the time
going on adventures, climbing mountains in the dark
a hundred axes to grind and none of them are sharp
it's hard to wax poetic when you feel so pathetic
I'd rather just forget it, pretend I'd never met it
it's wednesday night and I'm alone in a room full of friends
burning down a cigarette and picking up loose ends