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Addicts, Drunks, & Junkies Vol​.​II compilation [DELUXE]

by Fuck the Main$tream Records

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(Verse) Ittook one corpse to wake me from the dead I’vehad enough of all the talking heads Isaw myself strapped down to a bed Dopedup, out of touch, malnutrition, underfeed All your pointless laws, directions I shouldtake Theblood had boiled over, the hand had start to shake Separationsof the broken pieces of the plan Lightis shining through the cracks, I start to understand It’stime to wake up from the nap Sleepinggiants gotta eat Knockthe primate of my back Infact, I’m back on track, there’s no time to relax Crookednose is in the book Gainthe knowledge that I lack Can’tyou see it’s broken? Machine is full of gears Gaveit all your time, Power from your fear Calmingall the cattle is the cannabis and beer Youare in control is what they will never let you hear (Chorus) Youcan climb to bottom of a bottle Smokeit up and drift away Punchthe clock so early in the morning Butyou will never get away (Verse) Illegalas the judge As crooked as the cop Criminals in charge When’s it gonna stop A whole lot of swine and nobody’s doing time But they’re stealing from the people and they’re crossing all the lines Moneys made of paper We’re doing all the labor Empty homes, burning Rome Waiting for the savior I can’t believe that this really is our time Kids are killing overseas but none of them are mine In time, suck that oil dry Working overtime, dedicated life To the one that hangs you high, leaves you stranded at sea Always give a guilt trip, wants you working for free Not me Fucker always gives the third degree Take your blinders off and it’s easy to see Disasters on the path Drunks behind the wheel There’s poison in the well and the rats are on the meal (Chorus) You can climb to bottom of a bottle Smoke it up and drift away Punch the clock so early in the morning But you will never get away (x4) Who’s in control of your life? He is She is They are I am
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Forsaken & Broke Words & Music: The Engineer We didn't mean it... Didn't want it... Didn't break it... ...I saw them... ...Lying there faking... ...everything... ...Wired limbs & broken hymns... ...Scented lies & broken minds... ...Didn't want it... ...Didn't mean it... ...Didn't take it... ...I....should forsake you... ...should forsake you... ...I'm in your mind... ...Seconds tick by... ...I didn't see you sitting there... ...One second & your in the ditch... ...One glance in a broken mirror... ...spitting on the broken phonographs... ...Tear apart at broken seems... ...Reveling in your shallow dreams... ...Hollow...So hollow... ...Scooped out insides... ...Devoured flesh... ...Plastic circuits & wired mesh... ...I didn't mean it... ...Didn't take it... ...Heart palpitates... ...I am forsaken... ...You are Forsaken...
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Fear Of War A bomb is dropped now war is decalred, Conquer the innocent with no lives to spare. Fear Of War Final glimpse at life, Cities burn, families die
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READY TO DIE Words: Thompson / Music: A. Gonzales, Barragan, Ayala, Vasquez Fall in line with the times Sacrifice your free mind The pain we feel is so real We run & hide... Sometimes we reflect All we despise... Turn the dial one past ten Let's begin again... Are you ready? Let's get ready? Ready to die! Are you ready? Let's get ready? So Ready to die! The words we say, The things we do, Seem to have no affect on anyone but you.. What good is everything, When you're alone? Greed called while you were in bed with lust. The loss, the debt, the shame, no game. Where's your star on the walk of fame? Are you ready? Let's get ready? So Ready to die! Are you ready? Let's get ready? So Ready to die! Step into a lucid dream The room I feel is a womb Incubating my salivating mind... Escape it looms in hollowed halls... Floor boards creek, As they take their final leap.. Hear not a peep, Escape is they seek... It's better to go out now, Then to wait your turn?!? No more pride, Nothing to hide, Why ask God anything??? SHOOT SHOOT – KILL KILL Let's get ready to fry SHOOT SHOOT – KILL KILL We're so ready to die Are you ready? Let's get ready? So Ready to die! Are you ready? Let's get ready? Ready to die! All the King's horses & all the King's men Couldn't seem to put Humpty together again... ...Oh well... SHOOT SHOOT – KILL KILL Let's get ready to fry!!! SHOOT SHOOT – KILL KILL We're so ready to die!!! Hang our lives on the line We dangle ourselves by a thread A pin – A needle in our arm We're stuck floating in our inner dream... ©2014 Fuck the Main$tream. All rights reserved.
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woke up late got going. They're slow but friends. we drove in circles got stopped had a taste yea, got going again. now its too late to trek, its way too cold to get out of hand. Another night in a silent city ,with a solid plan Its universal, the way my mind spilled, its universal, what we give up In their short lives they were never completely wrong. They made their beds and slept in the dirt with their happy thoughts. i can see him now i can feel her now, telling me get lost. we'll drop together again, you'll finally catch that dragon. it wont be too long. Its universal, the way my mind spilled, its universal, what we give up. so i set out, towards the ones that bled out. can never sin too much. its such a shame your not around, cuz too many good people surround. can never sin too much. To keep in touch you tried so hard, from the buzz in my VCR. I heard you cry out loud, then i turned down the sound. Dead formats back on cue, you haunt me i seek you, when you hear me cry out loud, make sure my tapes rewound.
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Another solid cold night again. another night i can see her breathe. When she whispers "lets get out of here". Because we weren't prepared for this. Never too ready to fill that spot inside your time. *CHORUS* I try to make believe that your always mine, if i can only be there to witness how you lie. Its you and me babe, we'd crumble nice I watch it all drip from your head down to your toes. Watch it explode. Still I never did believe my eyes. With trust you've turned a brand new life to lies. yea, that's how you wait. *CHORUS* When you fall down every way. after the second chance you gave, Wander way ahead of me, watch me shut my mouth, eyes, listen to you speak. I'm moving far away from this place and all its problems. i won't give in tomorrow, and i don't know how to solve them...
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Chemical Castration ...it's that chemical clean! Blood runs down the guilty's hand Just in time to strike again They watch & wait & play high stakes Corrupt inside no moral guide It's these games you play Online you say your just 18 She's 13 & home alone Arrive alone treats in tow Razor wire to the throat Blood trickles but doesn't flow I've got you here & I can't let you go I'm Chris Hansen from the TV show You're free to leave if you've nothing to say, the house is boobytrapped by the way.. Outside they wait to catch their perp, Guns cocked &hammers ready Better keep that camera steady Pound his face into concrete Neighbors watch across the street One down 10 to go Back to the tv show.. Daddyman43 tries to flee Chris takes a bat to his knee Asks him what he came to see Pulls his dick out & starts to pee Suffer now & suffer later We'll burn ass in the incinerator NAMBLA's lawyers will just have to wait This is your only fate... One shot and they'll shrivel up Fall off & turn to dust.. It's that chemical castration - chemical clean. X4 Blood runs down the guilty's hand Just in time to strike again They watch & wait & play high stakes Corrupt inside no moral guide
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Sunday Morning* Words & Music : Thompson Sunday Morning, Waking in your bed again And it feels so unreal And if feels so unreal... Don't remember what we did. Don't remember what said. But I know we had some fun And I know it felt so good so good.... Sunday Morning, Waking in your head again And it feels so surreal And it feels so surreal... I remember what we did You remember what we said And I know We are so good And I know We rocked the town... Sunday Morning, Going out for bread again So we can repeat So we can repeat... I remember what we spent You remember where we went We remember we are friends... Ohhhh Sunday Morning... Sunday Morning with you Sunday Mornings with you...
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Fuck it, fight it, burn it away... Words: Thompson / Music: Smith The people... ...are hanging out in the streets. They raise their fists in rebellion. Sing a song for the children far away... Sing a song for the people struggling... I wanna get up & rise up to our street. I wanna get up, raise my fist & fight everyone Lets burn city hall, yeah yeah... Give me a cold beer and I'll scream in your ear about everything that’s wrong with this land You think you're the man because you work all day You think you can give me what to say? I think you're so full of it... I think you're so full of it... Just a walking sack of crap ooooooo With a spine from a spoon shoved up his ass, Broom handle spine... You're mind so full of slime... Rise up – Rise Up & lets burn everything There's nothing to dream There's nowhere to scheme Everything's under constant surveillance The boys in blue aren't coming for you because they're already here... I listen everything... they listen to everything... be careful what you type be careful who you skype In the lands of the bars & stripes there's no way to be free... It's just a money system, It's just a drug system, “Put 'em all away” that's what they say We'll build more places for them to stay That creates more jobs That makes more work Then we get the chance to say “we're free” Lets lock 'em all up.. Lets throw 'em all away... ...Here's some more drugs... party the night away... tap a keg, we'll get fucked up.. light a blunt & relax because anything we say there's nothing we can do in a day... lets start it – get the motions going Lets make a little... little strides in a big way raise your fist up & say “Hey, I don't want to do things your way” “No way...” “I'll be my own fucking boss” BOSS MAN “I'll be my own fucking boss” BOSS MAN Ooooooooo... fight it, fuck it, burn it away... ©2014 Praying Manboobs. All rights reserved.
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Crawling words: Thompson / Music: Ayala Life goes on... Life it goes on & on... Never will we gain just what we want But something close enough gets us by Another lie – another dime spent – to get sick turbulent times with violent minds passions crimes and crossing lines I'm Crawling I'm Crawling The clock ticks on... I stare at the walls... Tapping my feet I think I'll get high... but it - only passes time... I have to get up & on my way I need to get up & do what I say There's so many possibilities Anything I dream & I'm here... I'm here... Starring at the clock... I'm Crawling... I'm Crawling...... ©2013 BMF Musikz. All rights reserved.
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As soon as I left the womb, there was a predetermined plan A path was laid before me, my whole life in someone’s hands Money is the key to life, You’ve gotta strike it rich Who ever said that shit is just a phony little bitch. Who the fuck are you to try to and measure my success Looking at the things I’ve done and saying what is best Never seeing eye to eye, don’t think we ever will So back the fuck off man, and just let me get my thrills You’ve got a fancy house and car, well fucking good for you I’ll live my life, I’ll see the world Some things you’ll never do I may not be that picture perfect kid you always saw But don’t you worry, not one bit I’m happy after all Who the fuck are you to try to and measure my success Looking at the things I’ve done and saying what is best Never seeing eye to eye, don’t think we ever will So back the fuck off man, and just let me get my thrills So don’t you worry ‘bout me now Everything will be fine And if you worry ‘bout me now You’ll just be wasting your time.
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Everything's quiet as we destroy everything they cherish No one seems to care one way or the other... We uncover their controversies, They shrug their shoulders and look away Everything's so premeditated we don't stand a chance. Everything's so complicated we have to stay sedated.. We march in unison over the edge Not questioning the things said. Follow the leader - but the leader's a follower... There's no room to create... Only room to consume... Social addictions - for the anti-social! Everything's so premeditated - we don't stand a chance Everything's so complicated - we have to stay sedated..
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the hardest part of living is living in the now without you my mind wants to play back to the past and towards the future what we had before we can never get it back all those talks we shared echo so loudly in my heart you were only mine for awhile you were only mine for awhile everything that i've lost use to seem like i was doing something wrong what i've come to realize is none of it was ever mine or yours seems i'm living on borrowed time what we had before we can never get it back all those talks we shared echo so loudly in my heart you were only mine for awhile you were mine you were mine the hardest part is not drifting back to something that i can't grasp routine is easy to obtain i want something more putting the pressure forward as you hit the brakes will i ever learn from my mistakes what we had before we can never get it back all those talks we shared echo so loudly in my heart you were only mine for awhile you were mine you were mine
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This song was inspired by a poem that I really like. Vincent, you've gotta a funny way Of showing me you don't care The cool breeze of autumn The smell of your hair And I can't swear I don't love you at all Vincent, I can't believe you're blind It seems so clear in this light The rain drops are falling down You're the only star in sight And I can't swear I didn't miss you at the time And I can't confess you've ever left my mind This mind it dwells on you You consume me, leave me weak I find myself reminded of Your lingering kiss on my cheek The sighs that bring me to my knees Vincent, the absurdities The god-like truths in what you say The world must surely know though I try Not to give myself away Whether or not I do I can't swear I don't love you at all Vincent, you've gotta a funny way Of showing me you don't care You come over in the middle of the night I'll get drunk of the wine of your hair And I can't swear I don't love you at all Until you confess you never loved me at all
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LOUDER, LONGER, & BETTER THEN EVER!!!! Starting Jan 31st the release of the long anticipated follow up home brew compilation ADDICTS, DRUNKS, & JUNKIES VOL.II will begin leaking one song at a time - everyday - for the next 45 days!!!.. This NEW installment features tons of killer artists from across the LONE STAR STATE side by side artists originally hailing from the big TX! This digital edition will see new tracks leaked daily & made available for FREE till the entirety of the comp has dropped, at which point insane bonus content will be added to the album download, along side with the release of limited edition physical copies will then become available for purchase online & at select shows, stores, & bars!! How awesome is that !?! Featuring over 40 artists!!! If you're curious to learn more about each individual artist simply click their song to visit a unique page filled with useful tidbits about each act. Or just visit: www.fuckthemainstreamrecords.com

*THIS COMPILATION IS DEDICATED TO THE MEMORIES OF FRIENDS & LOVED ONES LOST WHO LIKE IT OR NOT PARTIED LIKE ROCKSTARS RIGHT UP TILL THE END FOR BETTER OR WORSE [SO LONG & THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES] & TO THOSE WHO HAVE DEALT WITH THE HARDSHIPS & STRUGGLES OF ADDICTION IN SOME FORM OR FASHION IN THEIR LIFE, CONGRATULATIONS ON STILL BEING HERE LONG ENOUGH TO READ THIS YA SAD SAPS.
PARTY ON!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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released January 31, 2014

Compiled, mixed, designed, & produced for Fuck the Main$tream Records
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Co-compiled & produced by Adan Gonzales

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Fuck the Main$tream Records is an independent D.I.Y. record label based in the Brazos Valley. The label features a varied degree of genres and talent in its roster, mostly Texas. 22years deep.

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