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"Race You To The Bottom" by New Medicine, which consists of 13 songs.
American wasted, oh can you taste it,
Welcome to the land of free,
Where the stars and stripes all rippin up mics,
And that I can guarantee.
And the kids will rock when the bass drum drops,
Like disco dynamite,
And the party don't stop till the cops knock knock,
And we're gettin knocked up tonight.
Sometimes I wish that I could be wrong,
All these thoughts they run through my head, yeah.
This time I don't think I can be strong,
She's never gonna miss me, I never wished she went and loved me.
A thousand times we bled out before,
You know she ain't coming back anymore.
And I'm a little bit scared, a little bit smart,
To feel like a man tonight at all.
End Of The World
I hear the countdown,
Am I the only one?
Is it in my head,
Four, Three, Two, ONE!
It's A War
As someone smacked me,
I started breathing,
Then I took a look around,
(Yeah I took a look around).
They surround me,
I stood there looking down,
Yes I did, stood the looking down.
Yeah you hit me with your nightstick.
Yeah you cut up all my clothes.
Lay here drunk until I get sick.
Lay down why can't I let go?
When I go back it all goes black I feel the comatose.
It hurts so bad I can't hold back gently I should go.
I've been laid off I've been laid on
I've been shaken ever since you left and
Like A Rose
You better pray she took her morning medication,
Oh you might have to pick her up at the police station,
Cause if there's trouble in this town you know she's gonna find it,
She's like the devil in a short skirt but I don't mind it.
Everybody thinks I'm crazy, but they don't even know.
She's kinda like a rose, she'll cut you on your tongue
She'll kick you when your low, and fuck you when she's done,
The bitch is rock and roll, and smokin like a gun,
Little sister, I'm gonna miss ya,
Sometimes you keep me up all night long.
When your memory, comes to me,
If it don't kill me then it'll make me strong.
Little sister, now you'll be eighteen,
And posing in your graduation dress.
It's probably better, we're not together,
The world's on fire, it's a fucked up mess.
You'll say that this ain't over yet, over yet.
And you would say there's no way I'd forget, forget.
I told you some day this would stop, all the lies, and sneaking out
And we can't do this anymore.
Cause I don't wanna love you like I do,
I don't wanna feel these things for you,
It's out of my hands, over my head,
Haven't you heard a word I said.
Race You To The Bottom
A-get out, of my way,
Ain't no motherfucker gonna steal my thunder,
No, no way,
I'm all pissed off I'm gonna take you on, no.
Come-on come-on come-on, come on right now.
takin takin takin taking you down,
Then we out when the guns run out,
When the drugs run out, when the guns run out?
Resolve To Fight
Sometimes I sit and ponder, of all the fucked up things in my life,
Can't make them go away, and not be afraid.
I'll have you know I work a 9 to 5,
I finish up and walk right out the door,
When every day's the same,
Not a dollar to my name.
And they all waltz around with fancy cars,
And dollar bills waving in my face,
La la la (rich kids),
La la la.
Yo, turn that shit up.
I coulda went to college like rich kids do,
Buyin' weed with the money your mom sent you,
But I don't give a damn 'bout no higher degree,
'Cause you know in rock and roll, I got a PhD, bitch.
Sun Goes Down
The sun goes down,
Now you're coming apart, I keep falling apart.
And the sun comes up,
Now I don't know where to start, I keep falling apart.
And the whole damn world
Keeps on breaking my heart, I don't know where to start.
And I can't have my head in circles,
Round and round and round in circles, yeah.
The Take Over
Let me tell you about my generation
Ain't no money for no fucking education
It's a bad bad situation
Trying to fix your goddamn mess
Don't try and tell me where I fit in the equation
Fuck that and fuck my reputation