Blood, Guts, Going Nuts

by For the Worse

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released November 28, 2006

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Track Name: Blood, Guts, Going Nuts
We will try our hardest so no
one is bored love us or hate us
we won't be ignored breaking all
the rules we will never stop
full speed ahead until we drop
Track Name: Empty Threats
You name the time and you name the
place I'll meet you anywhere and
rearrange your face you've got
the numbers your whole skinhead
crew but one on one I'd wreck any
of you with your fists of brass and
your brains of lead a dozen
strong but i'm still not
impressed mark my words you'll
get yours yet I'm hearing nothing
but empty threats if the numbers
were even would you still attack
I know some crazy
motherfuckers and they've got
my back if there was no one to
impress would you still want to
fight or if you were outnumbered
would you run and hide with your
fists of brass and your brains of
lead a dozen strong but I'm still
not impressed mark my words
you'll get yours yet I'm hearing
nothing but empty threats
Track Name: Hear Nothing, See Nothing, Speak Nothing
Are you sleep walking or are you
half dead zero ounces of energy
you ever expend how could you
expect to get anything done

The prime example of
procrastination isn't it about
time that you got up get out of
bed and get off the couch open your
eyes and take it all in welcome to
this world of shit
Track Name: The Day Music Died
It's sad to think I'll never hear
the songs you never wrote
it's hard for me to accept the
facts I'll never hear your voice
it bums me out when i think about
it that you're really gone
I couldn't forget you if I tried
Your memory lives on far to
young and talented now gone
before your time what an honor
and a privilege it was to call you
a friend of mine times I laugh
when I think back and there are no
more tears to cry one cold
winter's day all the music died
Track Name: #2
Stomach bubbles bowels rumble
really gotta go cannot wait it's
far too late ready to explode
cannot stop no time to talk no
longer can I hold it in trapped in
hell thanks to Taco Bell and now
I've gotta take a shit
Track Name: Shove It Up Your Ass
You hear it every day from
everyone you know got to bite
your lip and stay in control isn't it
about time that you act your age
I've had it up to my neck and all I
have to say is shove it up your ass
It's just a passing phase this
thing called punk join the real
world it's time to grow up got to
get a better job and quit the band
become an upright citizen a law
abiding man shove it up your ass
throw in the towel and give it all
up your a little to old to be
acting so nuts stay in line and fit
the mold just shut your mouth and
do as you're told
Track Name: The Blame Game
The fabric of our society is
wearing paper thin you need to
place the blame so where should
you begin there are 7 deadly
words that never should be
heard flush the first amendment
right down the drain blame it on
rock and roll and blame it on TV
blame it on the video games and pro
wrestling blame it on Howard Stern
blame it on Judas Priest
Blame any one but yourselves no
responsibility if you don't like
what's on your radio or on your
TV then just change the channel
if you find it so obscene if the
government controls everything
we hear and see then do we
really have the freedom of
speech no we don't
Track Name: Square Peg Round Hole
That which does not kill us
only seems to make us pist so we
raise our fists into the air as we
continue to resist we're all a
little older and now it's never been
more clear we're on the outside
looking in and it's been that way
for years like a square peg in a
round hole always feeling out of
place buried up to our necks
unable to escape rolling with the
punches we've taken your best
shots the deck has been stacked
against us since the very beginning
we will continue to rise above and
never admit defeat like a square
peg in a round hold always
feeling out of place buried up to
our necks unable to escape
Track Name: We're All Going to Die
Heart attack cancer, car
accidents high blood pressure,
plane hijackings a random
shooting spree a drug overdose
medical malpractice or sent off
to war

I'm not looking for the
grim reaper but i'm sure he's
looking for me it's only a matter
of time before our pathes will
meet death is always one step
ahead and I'm two steps behind
the only guarantee in life is
we're all going to die

house fire
stroke and HIV drowning choking
unable to breathe in a nuclear
war no one will survive so take
your pick cause we're all going
to die

I'm not looking for the
grim reaper but I'm sure he's
looking for me its only a matter
of time before out pathes will
meet death is always one step
ahead and I'm two steps behind the
only guarantee in life is were all
going to die

Suicide cyanide
starvation poison gas
and radiation
Track Name: When We Were Skins
When we were skinheads we were
the best boots and braces a cut
above the rest the cream of the
cropped a #1 living fast and kicking
ass and having fun when we were
skins
Track Name: Busted Wide Open
A fist to the face it's a cheap
shot you're busted wide open and
bleeding a lot cascade of blood
starts to run down your face
your seeing red now no one is
safe there is nothing quite like
the adrenaline rush of a crimson
mask when the blood starts to
gush he who bleeds most is the
one who wins seeing nothing but
red you're busted wide open
Track Name: My Fist Your Face
My fist your face violence is the
only way time has expired fuse is
lit living life without regrets
blood boils in my veins blacked
out and blind with rage wrong time
wrong place my fist your face
Track Name: Religion Superstition
Find a penny pick it up all the day
You'll have good luck confess
for all your sins or feel the
wrath of god step on a crack
you'll brake your mother's back
Jesus died for my sins now that's
just a laugh a crucifix a
horseshoe a rabbit's foot the
body of Christ won't do any good
make a wish upon a shooting star
then fall to your knees and pray to
your god a four leaf clover and the
rosary keep your fingers crossed
and hail Mary don't open an
umbrella when you're inside
and follow the teachings of Jesus
Christ
Track Name: When the Shit Hits the Fans
Watch out when you're in the pit
you better duck or you'll get hit
someone brought a bag of shit
there is a fecal terrorist we all
gotta duck when the shit hits
the fans
Track Name: Losing the Battle to Self Abuse
Black eyes and bad tattoos
more than my share I've had a
few memories that fade so fast
an attention span that just
won't last I've burned my bridges
and I've made mistakes I would take
it all back but now it's far to
late continue fighting there is no
use I'm losing the battle to self
abuse broken bones and getting old
a heart that's all but black and
cold bad luck and bored to death
for the worse when at best
I've burned my bridges and I've made
mistakes I would take it all back
but now it's far to late
continue fighting there is no use
I'm losing the battle to self abuse
Track Name: Road Rage
Hit the gas or get out of my way
all over the place just pick a
lane hang up the cell phone open
your eyes hand over the keys
learn how to drive speed up slow
down make up your mind who on
which is the gas and which is the
brakes your driving drives me insane
Track Name: Don't Waste Our Time
When you're up there playing
you've got to give your all hold
nothing back and go balls to the
wall give us everything you have
inside your blood your guts your
sweat your mind boring the
masses and wasting our time
How does it feel to be barely
alive give us everything you have
inside your blood your guts your
sweat your mind don't waste our
time you don't have to play don't
waste our time if you've got
nothing to say don't waste our
time give it 100% don't waste our
time don't bore us to death
Track Name: Sweet 16
Hello Mr. Anarchy it's tie to get
a job the rent is due but not for
you because you still live with
your mom try and do you're best to
create chaos and disorder
but first you need to make sure
you finish all your homework
you want to support the scene and
be a punk rock star gotta go to
all the shows so you borrow
daddy's car want to riot in the
overthrow the government first
you need to mow the lawn
Track Name: Battle Royale
30 men enter and 29 must leave
there is only one way to claim
victory over the top rope both
feet touch the floor eliminate
them from the battle royal
the battle royal is the ultimate
test the battle royal is the best
of the best last man standing
stands alone the sole survivor
gets a shot at the gold
Track Name: Morrissey Sucks & So Do You
Cry yourself a river it won't
mean much to me i don't really
care if you express your feelings
I find the music boring it puts me
right to sleep how is this for
emotion. I hate Morrissey
if you're depressed and bummed
out with life I've got a great idea
have you heard of suicide it's the
final solution to end it all real
quick I think Morrissey sucks and I
hate The Smiths
Track Name: Blah Blah Blah
I'm at a loss for words this song
has no meaning it's just an
excuse for me to be screaming
so blah blah blah everyone sing
along to another pointless punk
rock song as long as were
screaming as long as we shout
does it really matter what this
song is about singing this song
just to pass the time the meaning
is lost but at least the words
rhyme blah blah blah straight
from the heart after the chorus
is the mosh part as long we're
screaming as long as we shout
Does it really matter what this
song is about
Track Name: Boston Not L.A.
You dance the same and dress the same
Won't be long (till) you are the same
You look the same you act the same
There's nothing new and you're to blame

This is Boston, Not L.A.
This is Boston, Fuck L.A.