Piss and Cigarettes EP

by Cop Dentures

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released March 8, 2017

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Track Name: For the Punks
Where's your Crass patches?
Or your studded leather jacket?
Why don't you look the part?
If you put up with this racket?
Where's your bullet belt?
Or your Doc Marten boots?
If you don't look the part
We look down on you

If you want to be a punk
Well, you better look punk
If you want to be a punk
You better dress punk as fuck

If you want to be a punk
Well, you better look punk
If you want to be a punk
You better dress punk as fuck

Where's your ripped up jeans?
Or your denim vest with buttons?
Where's your crimson skull?
Or your anarchy symbol?
Where are your tattoos?
Or your punk rock haircut?
If you don't look the part
We look down on you

If you want to be a punk
Well, you better look punk
If you want to be a punk
You better dress punk as fuck

If you want to be a punk
Well, you better look punk
If you want to be a punk
You better dress punk as fuck

If you want to be a punk
Well, you gotta look punk
If you want to be a punk
You better dress punk as fuck

If you want to be a punk
Well, you better look punk
If you want to be a punk
You better dress punk as fuck
Track Name: I'm No Fucking Saint
Buy your cool throwback clothes
Buy your cool throwback culture
Write updates with your cool prose
Integrate into a counter culture
Put your body into a pose
Take your new profile picture
Watch your favorite shows
Be a culture vulture

You claim you hate capitalism
But you're hung up on your aesthetic
You're obsessed with hedonism
Addicted to anesthetics
Into ancient mysticism
But claim to be atheistic
Aware of post-modernism
Yet fallen prey to feeling apathetic

Put on your punk-rock outfit
Put on your gothic outfit
Put on your grungy outfit
Put on your metalhead or hippie outfit, it doesn't matter

There's no such thing as altruism
We're all fucking pathetic
And we all use euphemisms
Rather than being direct
General tourism
Many outlets for projection
Consumed with my own narcissism
Ultimately disaffected

Everyone is fucked
Everyone is fucked
We're all fucked
You, me, him, her, they, them, everybody is fucked

All guilty of absolutism
Using heavy affect
Strong defense mechanisms
Most of our aggression unchecked
Hooked on materialism
Unable to connect
Confounded by neutralism
Trying to gain respect
Track Name: Piss and Cigarettes
Wouldn't you say it's a problem getting black out drunk every night?
Would you say, "It isn't normal." if you woke up with a little hindsight?
Do you even remember at all? Or is it all just one big blur?
How long has it been now? Has it really been that many years?

How long has it been now? There's no way it's been that many years!
Filtering your emotions with a lot of help from your liver
Even though it never really helps anything, it only helps stress manifest quicker
Hey, who do you think is gonna die next? I'd like to place a bet on that sucker!

Alcoholism is fun with your buddies!
You go to the bar and you spend all your money!
You have a good time every night!
Yeah, you have a real good fucking time!

How many drinks have you had now? I lost count after that last shot.
Hey, can I buy all these guys another round? Yeah, what kind of shots do you want?
Hey, whatever does the job best - what's the strongest shit that you've got?
Cause I'mma motherfucking blast off, gonna be a land locked astronaut

Alcoholism is fun with your buddies!
You go to the bar and you spend all your money!
You have a good time every night!
Yeah, you have a real good fucking time!

Well, I guess this is your life now; getting wasted with the same people every day
Go to the same bar every time, everybody calls you by a nickname
You don't have any close friends, just a bunch of drunks who play pretend
Nobody knows the sober you, fuck, you don't even know your sober self

Alcoholism is fun with your buddies!
You go to the bar and you spend all your money!
You have a good time every night!
Yeah, you have a real good fucking time!
Track Name: Grindcore
Grindcore fucking sucks!
Track Name: Big Data Bethlehem
It’s hard to tell what’s real anymore
Is it herpes or a canker sore?
Was that a gunshot or a firecracker?
Are they your ally or your next attacker?
You gotta find your catered information
If you wanna find your congregation
But how can you trust anyone?
How can you trust anyone?

Are they who they say they are?
Or do they have clandestine interest?
Do they do what they say they do?
Or are they trying to take the best of you?

There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch
So be careful if you drink the punch
Be aware of MK Ultra
The government may choose to dose ya
Operation Midnight Climax
See you through the one-way glass
Maybe Oswald didn’t act alone
Maybe Sirhan-Sirhan was a drone

You’d better put tape over your webcam
Or else they’re gonna watch you in your sleep
Not to mention in your waking life
They’re putting together their dossier

Go ahead and try to run for office
You’ve indiscretions on your Facebook wall
Pictures of your orifices
Will be brought to light to make you fall
You bring microphones into your own home
They’re in your pockets on you all the time
Used to be paranoid about tapped phone lines
Now your entire life is online

You’d better pull out all your teeth
They’re listening to your thoughts through them
Or disconnect from social media
It’s the big-data Bethlehem
Track Name: Let Me Give Up
I'll never know what I really want
I'm always left so unsatisfied
This world ain't made for me
Sometimes I just want to curl up and die

No one knows how hard that I try
Thing is, I'm always in my fucking mind
Try to focus, god-damn preoccupied
Sometimes I just lay down and cry

Everytime that I wake up
My mind is still amiss
Yet everytime that I try to go sleep
I just lay there and twitch

I don't know how to fit in
I also don't want to fit in
Sometimes I try to fit in
Sometimes I really want to fit in

I want to be on somebody's mind
But not on my own
I want to be thought about positively
I'm a grown-ass adult, after all

I often love everyone
Sometimes I hate everyone
I want to love everyone
I don't want to hate anyone

Was I raised to behave this way?
I really don't know
Should I believe in anything at all?
I really can't tell

Let me give up
Just let me give up
I just want to give up
Let me give up
Let me give up
Just let me give up
I just want to give up
Let me give up