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Driving on my way to work,
With pizza sauce stains on my shirt.
10 hour shift and I’m home again
See other drivers as they pass,
Flip off the fucker on my ass,
I can’t afford to be late again.
I’m still days away
until I get paid,
with just 7 bucks to my name.
I still have a ways,
until I’m out of this place,
I’m wasting away, slink out of frame.
I’m giving up I’m giving in.
Let’s stay right here,
Let’s go down with the ship.
I’m giving up I’m giving in.
Let’s have another beer
We’ll work shit jobs that we can’t quit.
In case we haven’t formally met
let me bring you up to speed.
My name is John, I sing out of key.
And that driving beat you hear
Is Andrew Bement from the rear.
Sorry fella’s he doesn’t swing that way.
I’m still days away
until I get paid,
with just 7 bucks to my name.
I still have a ways,
until I’m out of this place,
I’m wasting away, slink out of frame.
I’m giving up I’m giving in.
Let’s stay right here,
Let’s go down with the ship.
I’m giving up I’m giving in.
Let’s have another beer
We’ll work shit jobs that we can’t quit
I’m giving up I’m giving in.
Let’s stay right here,
Let’s go down with the ship.
I’m giving up I’m giving in.
Let’s have another beer
We’ll work shit jobs that we can’t quit
I’m giving up I’m giving in.
I’m giving up I’m giving in.
I’m giving up I’m giving in.
Let’s have another beer.
We’ll work shit jobs that we can’t quit.
That we can’t quit!
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No Handister
02:53
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So this is my goodbye, my one big ending, no more I’ll see you next time.
I’m finally shoving off, to sail this sinking ship, right off the map.
And I’m starting to believe, that things could be much better, better than our finest dreams.
So don’t remember me, save room for new beginnings, room for happier memories, for happier memories.
We’ve been friends for 5 years now
And girl it has been so long,
the tension between us is palpable
We got caught up in status but
Our time here’s been spent well
And others thoughts are laughable
This is the part where I don’t call, I give you back you key, and you start to resent me.
Bundle up for the fall, just know it won’t last long. Winter’s coming.
And I’m starting to believe, that things could be much harder, harder than we could conceive.
So hold to your beliefs, but save room for disappointment, save room for misery, room for misery.
We’ve been friends for 5 years now
And girl it has been too long,
the tension between us is palpable
We got caught up in status but
Our time here’s been spent well
And others thoughts are laughable
We’ve been friends for 5 years
So this is my goodbye
Winters coming
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3. |
Tricks Of The Trade
03:46
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The lines have been blurred between my friends and enemies.
Kicked to the curb all my morals and integrity.
I jot down bold faced lies, it’ll ring more true in song,
over drunk sloppy chords when I’m tied off and gone.
Smiling to myself.
And I wish that I hadn’t gone so far.
Cause I still remember that early September,
you walked down to my house.
After fighting with your father for over an hour
you just needed to get some rest.
I wish I knew why I’m trying to forget
My faith had been shaken long before I was left alone,
And my fears validated after seeing just how low you’d go.
I’ve been known to be petty, and that’s no threat,
just the nagging reminder of your most recent regret.
Fake smiles all around.
And I wish that I hadn’t gone so far.
Cause I still remember that early September,
you walked down to my house.
After fighting with your father for over an hour
you just needed to get some rest.
I wish I knew why I’m trying to forget
And I know that this seems a bit one sided.
Just exhale, and pretend that you don’t mind it.
You’ve moved past all this and I just exist
in a world that is my cell.
Toasting your health, scream out
I hope you burn in hell
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4. |
Hey Friend
02:50
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Hey friend
I just wanted to say thanks
For the honesty you bring to me
and the time you’ve spared
Hearing your perspective reminds me that this is the right path
I’ll keep walking it, and take my last step off the ledge
As long as we know that it’s the decisions that we make
That lead us down the roads of life each and every day
And when things get turned around remember to ask why
even if it leads us to more pain it’s how we learn to fly
Hey friend
Just know I’ll always be there
willing to hear the truths you speak
and show you that I care
Sharing all our views on life make these winter nights seem warm
I can’t feel my fingers, but let’s sit and talk some more
As long as we know that it’s the decisions that we make
That lead us down the roads of life each and every day
And when things get turned around remember to ask why
even if it leads us to more pain it’s how we learn to fly
When you’re feeling down and out
Friends turn frowns upside down
Most unexpectedly
Life can make you turnaround
Listen to your heart pound
most assuredly
As long as we know that it’s the decisions that we make
That lead us down the roads of life each and every day
And when things get turned around remember to ask why
even if it leads us to more pain it’s how we learn to fly
All I want is to say thanks for being there
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I’m starting to think I was never meant for this,
Where ambition isn’t enough you have to know who pulls the strings.
The lucky few are hand selected.
Well, fuck their point of view, it’s not objective.
I started this all so long ago, it seemed to take off without me.
Nothing has changed I’m still the same. I’m still running on empty.
The pressure has built up and is ready to explode. I can’t believe this is happening.
Nothing has changed I’m still the same, except no one is laughing.
There’s no turning back, you’ve already jumped in.
If ambition starts to fade, who cares? You’re well connected.
They’ve all invested in you, now its sink or swim.
Fuck your “artistic view”; just do what they tell you.
I started this all so long ago, it seemed to take off without me.
Nothing has changed I’m still the same. I’m still running on empty.
The pressure has built up and is ready to explode. I can’t believe this is happening.
Nothing has changed I’m still the same, except no one is laughing.
I started this all so long ago, it seemed to take off without me.
Nothing has changed I’m still the same. I’m still running on empty.
The pressure has built up and is ready to explode. I can’t believe this is happening.
Nothing has changed I’m still the same, except no one is laughing.
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Rochester's Burning
04:00
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There’s going to be a fight in Highland Park,
If we don’t get inside before it’s dark.
We better catch a bus before the sun goes down.
Another bomb went off at city hall today.
Clouds of rubble scattered everyone away.
Cops in gasmasks couldn’t calm us down.
Put on your Sunday best,
And let’s hit what’s left of town.
Sure it’s dangerous,
But at least at night there’s no one around.
I don’t even care if the cops pick me up tonight.
This city’s on fire but you’ve always looked your best in candle light.
The airport has grounded all the planes,
And the train station’s been shut down for days.
I don’t think that we’re ever getting out of here.
When the sky turns to violent shades of red,
And the thunder starts to roar above my head,
I want to make sure that you are near.
Put on your Sunday best,
And let’s hit what’s left of town.
Sure it’s dangerous,
But at least at night there’s no one around.
I don’t even care if the cops pick me up tonight.
This city’s on fire but you’ve always looked your best in candle light.
Put on your Sunday best,
And let’s hit what’s left of town.
Sure it’s dangerous,
But at least at night there’s no one around.
I don’t even care if the cops pick me up tonight.
This city’s burning but you’ve always looked your best in candle light.
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Invested interest with no return,
tried to give a shit, well lesson learned.
Compassion, understanding met with deceit.
Burnt the bridges and ran like you wouldn't believe.
Oh no
Oh no
Thanks for the patience and trust you destroyed.
Don't worry about me, moving on unemployed.
Backstabbed and rehabbed and drowning in doubt.
Broken and ravaged, all wounds bleeding out
Oh no!
The crane operator looks down from on high,
while we struggle and stammer patiently waiting to die.
The dam’s over flown, and the villagers drowned.
Relief and support nowhere to be found
Oh no
Oh no
Thanks for the patience and trust you destroyed.
Don't worry about me, moving on unemployed.
Backstabbed and rehabbed and drowning in doubt.
Broken and ravaged, all wounds bleeding out
Oh no!
Thanks for the patience and trust you destroyed.
Don't worry about me, moving on unemployed.
Backstabbed and rehabbed and drowning in doubt.
Broken and ravaged, all wounds bleeding out
Oh no!
Oh no!
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8. |
106
03:41
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9. |
Scream When You Burn
03:29
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I swear to God it’s as simple as this.
Ignore all your instincts, and just smile through the shit.
Cause in the end it pays off like a knife through the chest.
Shattered dreams and broken promises are all I have left.
So I’ll drink to the sunrise, and sing in the rain.
Choke on my own bitterness and get drunk on the pain
That I’ve built from the inside, laid down brick by brick.
I swear to God it’s as simple as this.
No one said that this would be easy I never expected it to be.
But I never thought I’d have to fight for the air that I breathe.
So what do you do when the end doesn’t come?
Your glass keeps getting filled but you’re not having any fun.
And what do you say when your friends have all left?
The party’s long over and you’re pissed off at best.
Complaining won’t bring back each exit you’ve missed.
I swear to God it’s as simple as this.
Let this echo through time so you never forget,
This is us at this moment stifled screams and cold sweat.
Or take this to your grave, so you don’t have to remember,
Hating yourself and a wasted September.
Hold on to your fears, let sleeping dogs lay.
Keep telling yourself that you wanted it this way.
Mark your failures as wins, because no one’s keeping score.
Let everybody think you’re the same guy you were before.
These hands are wrapped around my neck,
Choked by my own fleeting regret.
Defined by what I haven’t done.
You want the scars, but not the blood.
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10. |
Gin In The Morning
03:52
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Drunken and lonely, stay up past 4:30, the cold’s finally gripping this town.
The fog hugs the hills and I can’t shake these chills, I guess this is me broken down.
The wind bites my throat on this dark long walk home. Maybe tonight I’ll sleep sound.
There’s no need to think, sit and watch the ship sink. Open up swallow and drown.
Swallow and drown.
This winter takes hold your mind starts to freeze, the night winds blow.
Each days a new low with a colder breeze and approaching snow.
I’ll stay up one more night, watch embers burn under bright moon light.
Well I guess I’m alright, the lesson’s learned so that’s all, goodnight.
Exhausted and fried the dawn lights up the sky. I feel like I’ve been here before.
With sleep setting in take one last sip of gin, let myself sink to the floor.
I wake up sore and stiff and I’m late for my shift. The problem just goes on ignored.
I can’t explain why I drink through my shame. Am I pathetic, or maybe just bored?
I pray that I’m bored.
This winter takes hold your mind starts to freeze, the night winds blow.
Each days a new low with a colder breeze and approaching snow.
I’ll stay up one more night, watch embers burn under bright moon light.
Well I guess I’m alright, the lesson’s learned so that’s all, goodnight.
And at least for the moment, I’ll be content when this bottle is spent.
And I’ll never show it, but I curse the day we started growing up.
This winter takes hold your mind starts to freeze, the night winds blow.
Each days a new low with a colder breeze and approaching snow.
I’ll stay up one more night, watch embers burn under bright moon light.
Well I guess I’m alright, the lesson’s learned so that’s all, goodnight.
And I’ll never show it, but I curse the day we started growing up.
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11. |
Thinner, Poorer
02:45
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Stop!
Can we please change the subject now?
Because the last thing that I want is for this to be dragged out.
Wait!
What are we trying to achieve?
Do you actually want to be here, or do you feed off my defeat?
No!
Don’t second guess yourself now. If you open pain will follow.
Protect yourself and hunker down.
Retreat
You might be fatter and older
but I'm thinner and poorer.
I can’t even eat more than one meal a day.
You’re fatter and older.
I'm thinner and poorer.
I’m wasting away under debts I can’t pay
Retreat
Stop!
Can we please take a second now,
to address all reservations, all misgivings, and all doubts?
Wait!
What is it that we really need?
Is this based off of mutual admiration or is it lust and veiled deceit?
No!
Don’t go inside your head now
Over thinking breeds exhaustion, take one deep breath and let it out.
Repeat
You might be fatter and older
but I'm thinner and poorer.
I can’t even eat more than one meal a day.
You’re fatter and older.
I'm thinner and poorer.
I’m wasting away under debts I can’t pay
Retreat
You might be fatter and older
But I'm thinner and poorer.
I can’t even eat more than one meal a day.
You’re fatter and older
But I'm thinner and poorer
I’m wasting away under debts I can’t pay
Retreat
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12. |
NO SEXTING
04:09
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I didn’t sleep well last night
I was up tossing and turning
until the earliest morning.
Then I was kept up by the light
of the sun through my window
asking me, “where did the stars go?”
And I find that I am asking the same question to myself
woah
but I cannot find an answer or a hand reaching out to help
woah
So I'll brood in my room, and wait for the impending colossal doom
I'll lay in my bed, and cling to floor to try and slow my spinning head
Another day on the job
just smile politely and take their money
there’s no thought to it honey.
My 23rd winter is coming on
with the snow cold as ever
and nights that are too dark to remember.
And I find that I am asking the same questions to myself.
woah
“Will I ever move on and escape this frigid hell?”
woah
So I'll shiver in my car
and wait for this frozen land to thaw.
Cut the headlights and brace for the fast approaching fall.
I didn't sleep well last night, no.
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Sexy Teenagers Rochester, New York
Four work-a-day chucklefucks playing party-punk for people who are sad enough to drink, or at least can drink enough to get sad. This quartet of sad clowns serve as a reminder that, no matter how long the day is, there are still wings, drinks, and dick jokes waiting for you somewhere. ... more
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