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Some words from Edward R. Murrow and then:
You think that just because you got a nice beret,
Coke bottle glasses and skinny jeans,
You're oh so hip when you bust in the lavatory
Powder all up in your brain's
The reason you ignore me.
But I don't give a shit if you can dance all night.
Inflated ego's gonna get you in a fight.
I hope you get jumped when
You're biking to your warehouse
Go home back to San Diego, get the fuck out my town!
There ain't no fucking doubt
You make me wanna shout
Your songs are a disgrace
Now take my blade, shave off your fucking face!
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Dig me up from underground
Duct tape, gym sock, gagged and bound
Air holes nowhere to be found
Walkin' down Broadway at night,
Hands in pockets but the wind cuts through like fire.
Duck inside,
Down a couple than it's out back into the wild.
She pulls up, offers me a ride.
Short black hair, thick milk shakey thighs.
"Oh what the hell. Anything to get me out this icy jail"
Shouldn't have accepted that drink
Dizzy spins
Passin' out on her bedroom floor
What the fuck was I here for?
Dig me up from underground
Woah
Took the candy from the stranger's hand
No one hears ya screaming loud
Woah
When you're bloody, bruised, and left for dead
Shouldn't have accepted that drink
Dizzy Spins
Wakin' up in a pine box screaming
What the fuck was I thinking!
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Killing Ken
02:33
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You try to run us out, and take over the fucking town.
Imprint a hatchet in your skull,
Now you're collapsed and bleeding!
You've extorted every last penny
From this juvenile community
Now sit relaxed back in that chair
As hot oil rains down on you
Your skin's gonna bubble,
Nothing left, only rubble cause
We burnt it down last night.
We'll break your windows come inside
Don't make a sound find a good place to hide
Too bad, too late, now you're gonna die
Take out the chainsaw!
You try to run us out and take over the fucking town.
That might be hard without your limbs,
Cause they're in the marina!
You lay in utter defeat.
In the middle of that one way street
Where the rats will pick apart your eyes.
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Eastern Span Oakland, California
Eastern Span started in Late Nov. 2009 and played regularly till Feb. 2013. Josh & Ben are brothers who were in Fiday Night with Julio. They used to play shows with Spensaur when he was playing with Street To Nowhere in the early 00’s. They all came together to play surfy ska punk. That's it. ... more
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