"don't be a pussy​!​" (GB032)

by the BoneDevil

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released December 17, 2013

produced by the bent brothers



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the BoneDevil Oshawa, Ontario

3 hard men and one even harder woman on high fiber diets playing hard ass rock'n'roll music embedded with thunder and lightning and the ever mystical powers of the Gods.

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Track Name: Speedfreak
Like a steam engine running too hot, it's getting out of control.
Like a thief just about to get caught, it's getting out of control.
Can you feel it rushing through your blood? It's getting out of control.
Just like water rushing in a flood, it's getting out of control.

Like a race horse running wild, it's getting out of control.
Like a tantrum from a little child, it's getting out of control.
Can you feel it rushing through your veins? It's getting out of control.
Can you feel it driving you insane? It's getting out of control.

There's no turning back.
There's no slowing down.
We're running off the tracks.
There's no stopping now.

It's getting out of control.
Track Name: Blood On The Stone
“The dogs are hungry,” the tall man said, striking the stake
As mother’s cries broke the night, her children lay awake
Restless in sheets of straw- our beds made long ago
Littered with dust and clay, marked by blood and stone

His bitter tonic healed wounded ails- visions of the creator
Reigning hills and taming backs of the man-eaters
Forward to the metallic city, he set on his quest
With feet 2000 strong, we marched in his steps

A rain of arrows befell civil head, unheeding the call
Their shrieks of “Santiago,” hit the battle walls
Green boots cornered tents, with only our women left
From the pit we watched the godly men take their final bread

Upon dawn and quarry short, the land fell to a silhouette
Though empty-handed, the soldiers fixed the garrote
From both sides of the river, all pride collapsed
As the city turned crimson— Our people fell to ash
Track Name: Marc Taylor's Blues
hey people i know damn well,
that little path your avoiding to hell
wont send cards no valentines
monte cristo is a friend of mine
its so easy, i love those words
ive always played in the park with the birds
i wont tell you no i just wont share
you gotta know that i just dont care

dont wanna have it, not in the mood
please dont say it, it sounds rude
some folks got it, and some folks dont
engage the drawbridge and cross the moat

infectious taste of the grim vine wine
tastes like being in bed before nine
dont tell me that i aint no good
i do plenty in my neighbourhood
a sanctifying act to ignore
face down on the city's floor
im often angry and im often late
but im hungry for the stuff i hate

(ive been) held hostage, by the pain
ive often asked what you think you'll obtain
and noones worth it, noone but you
only you know your delusions are true

out in the cabin, out in the cold woods
wear golden horseshoes to protect your hooves