This song is about stuff. And things! It's pretty good too.
Vocals- Casey Patton
Keyboards- Ray Villa and Adrian Coria
Drums- Eric Shumny
Guitar- Scot Leone
Production- Casey Patton and Scot Leone
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Well, one day, we decided to make a song. We spent several weeks on it, and out came this! Some of the lyrics were stream of conscious, but I tied those together with a common theme. It's definitely open for interpretation, but mostly the lyrics are about the end of the world. The chorus was done tongue in cheek as gangster posturing.
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Verse 1: These kids need to get down there and do something about their hair,
'Cause if they don't the gods will surely look at them and stare.
Who cares about their neighbor's hair if they have got their own,
Who cares if their neighbor beats his wife when no one else is home.
Chorus:
You know what when you step to me you're gonna get capped,
Your homies in the front tell your homies in the back,
That if you value your own life you'll fear the flames
and bring a knife.
Verse 2:
These kids need to go get a job and get hired,
Ignore the folks around them that are dying in the fire.
The flames are not touching me so I do not care,
Although they are touching he I am still not scared.
Work work work and work all day,
Come straight home with your minimum pay.
Buy yourself a lollipop and one for your friends,
And maybe in a year you could afford a benz.
But don't count on it 'cause the world will be engulfed by then
And gone is everything you love including your friends.
Chorus
Nobody's doing anything about the fire because nobody cares, etc.
Chorus
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