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Recorded & mixed by Luke Tweedy @ Flat Black Studios
Mastered by Marc Jacob Hudson @ Rancho Recordo

© 2018 REEFER SADNESS

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released April 20, 2018

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Track Name: Let's Get Nuclear
Let's get nuclear.
Let's puke until it hurts.
(We're)Beer executioners.
(We'd)Even drink with Lucifer.
If your life a blur. If you were born to hurl.
Then let's get nuclear.

(Chorus)

(Nuke Nuke Nuke)
(Puke Puke Puke)

Let’s get nuclear
Because the end is near
(We’re) Liver Destroyers
(We're) Barroom Warriors
Born to cause trouble. Leave the pub in rubble
Let’s get nuclear

Let’s get fuckin wild

We’ll drink you under the table

Because we are mentally unstable

We’re not going home

Until the bar is dry

We’re not going home

Until we all die
Track Name: In The Grounds
Gimme coffee or give me death
Taste the caffeine on my breath
Black as my soul that i already gave
keeping me one foot in the grave

It warms me up and it's givin’ me chills
Drug of choice is liquid instead of pills
I need to wake up and I cannot wait
I chug a gallon and I stay up late

Gimme one or gimme five
Add a double shot, I'm feeling alive
Throw 'em back and I'm runnin’ hot
Gimme gimme gimme coffee
all that you got

I'll take a beer when it's time to unwind
That never comes cause I got no time
Dump some whiskey in when it's time to ignite
Like Laura said I'm drinking Irish tonight

Drink it thick so it's gotta be chewed
Or have it chill with a tight cold brew
If I got no coffee then I got no chill
If I run out then it's time to kill
Track Name: Drugs Are A Helluva Drug
Wake up in the morning and I freak the fuck out
Nothing's right in this crummy life
Anxious jaded and all burnt out
Head full of shit and a heart full of hate
I'd kill myself if I had the balls
but i'll just go back to sleep
I'd kill myself if I had the balls
but i'll just go back to sleep
Nothing’s right!
Where did i go wrong?
Who have i become?!

Hands are shaking and I'm pissin blood
Wallets empty and my liver hurts
Cigarettes are broke and my friends are gone.
Sweatin bullets and all alone.
Snort some more dope just to act alive
counteract the shit that i took last night
My skull is a drained cracked swimming pool
Come on in, the water’s fine.
Nothing’s right!
Where did i go wrong?
Who have i become?!

It's not a party! anymore!
This shit got real! Where’s the door?!
With empty bottles and a pile of debt!
Am i still living? How am I not dead!
It's not a party! anymore!
Pick my corpse up! Off the floor!
With empty bottles and a pile of debt!
Please put a bullet! In my head!
Can someone tell me where it all went wrong?

Tryin to outrun myself but I'm livin too fast
Look into the mirror and the devils lookin’ back
He looks like me and kind of like my dad
Tried to forget that face with every drink I've had.
It's a dumpster fire life and I can't put it out
Everyday a new set of doubts
My ears are ringing and my visions gone
Should've tied a noose instead of writing this song



Nothing’s right!
Where did i go wrong?
Who have i become?!
Track Name: R.I.P. Cobra Skulls
Blah blah blah Life sucks
My parents don't like me cause they’re too square.
Blah blah blah Life sucks
My org core band ain't goin anywhere.
Blah blah blah Life sucks
Makin pizzas for a livin cuz I just don't care
Blah blah blah Life sucks
My favorite band broke up last year

Pity me / please pity me
Or I'll write another shitty song about apathy.
Pity me please pity me
I'm going no where cause I'm too lazy
I've given up / on everything
I don't give a fuck / about you or me
I've given up / on everything
No I don't give a fuck / about you or me

I've given up on everything
OH I don't give a fuck / JUST PITY ME

Blah blah blah life sucks
Got a pain in my back that ain't goin away
Blah blah blah life sucks
I'm too ugly yeah I never get laid
Blah blah blah life sucks
PITY ME OH PITY ME
Blah blah blah Life sucks
PI-TY. ME. OH-PI-TY-ME
Track Name: Finite Immortality of Youth
Burn it down. Start from scratch.
Get those delusions out your head.
don't matter what you're building towards
won't remember when you're dead
You thought you had it figured
Now you thought you found a way
You thought you beat the system &
Immortality through fame

Shut it down, pack it up
Bottoms up, now blow your load.
Better get your shit together
Can't stay here, so hit the road
You want to put some miles
Between you and your demise
Before you're looking at your life
With cold and jaded eyes

You think that you're running
You still believe you're free
I think I'll go take a nap
And conserve my energy
The immortality of youth
Is finite at best
I fought my fight, the dying light
Now it's time for me to rest
Track Name: Get Well Soon
And I promise I'm trying to be a better man
And I promise I'm trying to be a better man

I don't have much to go on
To write these stupid songs
All I've done for six months is drink til I bleed
Because I'm fuckin’ workin' 7 days a fuckin’ week
Haven't really had a fuckin’ chance to breathe
I haven't seen the sun in at least 6 days
The only time I go outside is to vomit in the alleyway

I promise I'm trying to pay off my debts
I promise I'm trying not to drink it all away
I promise I'm trying not to think about death
I promise I'm trying to clear my head

I can’t much seem to slow down
Think i’m livin’ way too long
All I've done for six months is drink til I bleed
Because I'm workin' 7 fuckin days a fuckin week
And Turnin’ blue if i don't breathe
I haven't seen the sun in at least 6 days
The only time I go outside is to vomit in the alleyway
Track Name: Duck Hunt
There's no time for debate
There's no room for hate
This is a call to arms before it's too late

Wave your black flags
and take up your bats
It's our time take our community back

Snarl your teeth show no fear
Let them know they ain't welcome here
If it walks like a nazi and talks like a nazi
Do em like grandpa done in ‘43

Get on your feet
Let's storm the streets
Strength in numbers and we can't be beat

Keep your neighbors safe
Everybody every race
Mask up and rise up destroy the hate

Snarl your teeth show no fear
Let them know they ain't welcome here
If it walks like a nazi and talks like a nazi
Do em like grandpa done in ‘43

They say the these streets are theirs
Let's show em it's a dead fucking end
You can’t spew hate speech
While you’re Choking on your teeth
You can’t goose step With two broken legs
With blood stained khakis from ya busted head
You're finishing in Last place
'cause there ain't no Master race


If it walks like a nazi and talks like a nazi
Do em like grands done in ‘43
If it walks like a nazi and talks like a nazi
Do em like grands done in ‘43
If it walks like a nazi and talks like a nazi
Do em like grands done in ‘43
Track Name: Bad Hombre
I’ll be your bad hombre
If you’ll be my nasty woman okay
We can party all night
Fight the system all day
No one can stand in our fucking way

Cuz I love you and if you love me
It’ll be a lower middle class love story
So let’s go get hitched
Then we’ll eat the rich
Let’s kill our masters
Let's get plastered.

March through the streets with me
Then go get a drink with me
We won’t trust anybody
Girl it’s just you and me

Take this system down with me
Then hit the town with me
Fuck the land of the free
This Love is all we need





I’ll be your bad hombre
If you’ll be my nasty woman okay
.we’ll tear down the wall
Now we’re havin a ball
Everyone’s in noones illegal

Cuz I love you and if you love me
It’ll be a lower middle class love story
So let’s go get hitched
Then we’ll eat the rich
Let’s kill our masters
Let's get plastered.

Chorus

I’ll be your bad hombre
If you’ll be my nasty woman okay
We can party all night
Fight the system all day
No one can stand in our fucking way

Cuz I love you and if you love me
It’ll be a lower middle class love story
So let’s go get hitched
Then we’ll eat the rich
Let’s kill our masters
Let's get plastered.

I’ll be your bad hombre
If you’ll be my nasty woman okay
We can party all night
Fight the system all day
No one can stand in our fucking way

Cuz I love you and if you love me
It’ll be a lower middle class love story
So let’s go get hitched
Then we’ll eat the rich
Let’s kill our masters
Let's get plastered.

Chorus
Track Name: In Defense of Ronnie Van Zant
Me and the boys 5 boilermakers deep
Robby's singing karaoke
I was stompin my feet
Screamin Freebird at the top of our lungs
Not a care in the world
Right where we belong


bozo in the back yelled "Fuck Van Zandt"
That's all it took it was time to dance
On our feet without missin a beat
Josh grabbed a bar stool
Scootie grabbed some bottles
Fire in our eyes we were goin full throttle

Barstools up
Bring down the heck
If you run your mouth
Best watch your neck

We’ll beat your ass
Don’t think we can’t
Cause you dont talk shit
About Ronnie Van Zant

Those asshole didn’t last too long
Fear of god in their eyes, knew they were wrong
Bloody and broken they ran to the door
You lost the fuckin battle
Don’t come back less you want a war

After it was all over The place was a wreck
Waitress asked if we wanted our check
Looked at the boys said we’ve only just begun
Round of boiler makers and the night’l go on
Not a care in the world
Right where we belong.
Track Name: Big Pharma
I Can't afford my medication
Sorry if I'm crazy My brains on vacation
Can't afford to see my therapist
And tell him all about everyone one I miss

Fat Kats keep everything out of reach
The little man can't get the things we need
They keep us down and keep us sick
As long as they get paid they don't give a shit

Big pharmaceuticals don't give you a choice
They just want your wallet not your voice
Living under the iron thumb of corporate greed
It's what they want, not what we need

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