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1.
Too Much 01:57
He doesn't like it when I scream He doesn't like it when I SCREAM You're too aggro baby, ooh Why don't you Calm down Just A little You know, you're really VERY pretty But this is just Way Too MUCH FOR ME Well I think I wanna SCREAM I think I wanna Make you feel So uncomfortable I think I wanna Start Some SHIT Cuz baby, watching you squirm in those jeans is even better than getting you outta them Unh!
2.
Last Word 01:19
The mess you left behind Is doing just fine Don't need your pity I'm married to the city You're married to the comfort Of bland domestic promise All those fine home furnishings Won't rid you of malaise She's put together But I loved you better Don't you forget that As you melt into your haze So call me bitter And call me petty No worries babe, You'll still look pretty Sitting there collecting dust upon her Shelf!
3.
She was kissing Death By the gates of hell Kissing Death By the gates Of hell Put on your lipstick Put on your makeup Kissing Death Put on your face Because Death Will never Recognize The rotten love you give Kissing Death Kissing Death She was dancing By the gates of hell Dancing By the gates Put on your heels Put on your dress Put it on your rotten heart Death loves a good red dress Kissing Death Kissing Death Now that you’re in hell Do you like the place? Do you like the view? No worries There’s plenty Of room for you Kissing Death By the gates Of Hell Oooh, Death Oooh, Death Oooh, Death Oooooooooooh Death Oh, Death
4.
Eat The Rich 02:40
You wake up freezin’, they've turned off your gas Slumlord yr renting from is ridin’ your ass 60 hour workweek and it's still not enough The Wall Street Journal's tryna call yr bluff Spittin' on yr head from on top of their tower Barely payin’ you $9 an hour It's your fault, they've diagnosed You've been eatin' way too much Avocado toast! Maybe they're right, you've got a disease Yr head don't feel right; yr sore in the knees Pull up yr bootstraps and off come yr feet Eyes rollin back, sudden lusting for meat It's taking over you, a matter of time "Self made millionaires" on daddy's dime Sittin in their condos, draped in their splendor Organic food has left em real tender Seems like the choice is clear The time is comin' near You've gotta You've gotta You've gottaaaaa Eat the rich! Must be contagious, cuz I’m feelin’ ill, ohh I can’t afford that kind of hospital bill Feelin’ dizzy, full of despair, but I Can’t even breathe cuz they’ve poisoned our air I know you're nervous, but it's time to succumb It hurts to feel after being so numb Stand up, push their boot off yr back They'll suck us dry unless we Attaaaack! [Instrumental break] They watch us die while collecting their tax break So let em cry as they watch their glass break Whaddya think, broiled or sauteed? Bet their champagne makes a great marinade Not much else we can do So throw em in a stew We’ve gotta We’ve gotta We’ve gottaaaaa Eat the rich! I feel the luxury, it's coursin' my veins! The liver’s great, but have you tried the brains? Wipin' my hands on a designer sheet Let us eat cake? Nah, we’ll take the meat! Eat the rich!
5.
Break Me 03:03
Break me Why don't you Break Me Break me Break Me Break me like your dreams (break me) Break me into memes (break me) Cut-up Like exquisite corpses Digital synapses spreading We're all so dead inside already But We haunt these husks So Well Break me Break Me Break me outta jail (break me) Break into my male (break me) Smash all of their systems, states and binaries Never did us much good anyways Can't lose a game we've never really played And what will you do When you're broken too? Go on Just break (just break) Just break (just break) Just break (just break) Just break (just break) Just break (just break) With me Break me! I want you to Break me! I need you to Break me! I'll break you too Break me! Broken with you
6.
Well, if you're gonna scream, scream with me But only if you're screaming my Name My Name My NAME And I don't want you to want me At least not longer than tonight Won't do no good to hold my hand Cuz baby I'll Be All Right Alright alright I'll be all RIGHT And I don't wanna be your dog But I'll take you down in flames Cuz I might be just a line in your song But you ain't even worth the breath I'll Be All Right I'll Be All Right I'll Be All Right Alright alright alright alright!
7.
Fuck yr star magic! Fuck yr star magic Birdy's in retrograde Gemini rising up my ass Maybe it's Mercury, Maybe it's bullshit Fuck yr star magic! Fuck yr star magic Your aura is piss yellow L Train rising, fuck right off Bought that chart from Dolls Kill Libra moon in Myrtle-Wyckoff Fuck yr star magic! Fuck yr star magic Birdy's in retrograde Fuck yr star magic! Fuck yr star magic
8.
Darling 02:53
Well, Well, I guess Candy really Said it best It bears repeating But Perhaps That'd just be boring Our only truly native land Somehow the most foreign So go, Go on, Go on It's ok, it's ok, it's ok Scream out your flaws Scratch at your walls It's alright Not feelin' beautiful But Would you mind If I Think that you're beautiful? The twists and turns of your terrain Well, they're all new to me And I see only wonder So if you open up your flesh tomb And let me crawl inside I'll let you crawl in mine Let's just enjoy the ride Let's just enjoy the ride Let's just enjoy the ride Let's just enjoy the ride
9.
Will Smith smilin' from the back wall Drunk bitch cryin' in the taxi cab stall Cheesy tots And blackout thots Only at the Hollywood Burger King The Hollywood Burger King When you've been Bootlegged and you need to shine Go have a Whopper, you'll feel divine Wesley Willis ain't got nothin On the Hollywood Burger King The Hollywood Burger King Coked out punks and blackout skunks Trash kings in their paper crowns Neon lights and wasted nights Down at the Hollywood Burger King Sell your flamebroiled soul To the Hollywood Burger King!

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Recorded by Greg Albert and Alex Syner Feb 2020 in the Triangle Dungeon, Bushwick, BK

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released May 25, 2022

MG Stillwaggon - Vox
Alexander Richard Infanti Glueck - Drums
Anaïs Natalie Valdez Torres - Guitar
Frankie L. Frances - Synth/Backup Vox
Greg Albert - Bass

Mixed by Greg Albert

Mastered by Alex Syner

2022 Make Believe Records

Album Art by MG Stillwaggon

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Trash noise punk from Brooklyn, NY


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