Scab

Scab
I don't know what it's like being in kasahn
I'm below a working class man
I'm not coming home to sweet Alabama
and I fucking hate everything ABBA (Had to be said)

But it seems like my numbers are dwindled
Why is it so hard
to use your own minds?
Why do you have to steal
their licks and lines?

I know you know
you're just playing to the crowds
You're a fucking SCAB
Using only Theft and
complacency as your tools
Forsaking your brothers
For something that you've never done
You're a fucking scab
who deserves to be dammed!

Leo Da Vinci
was an amazing guy
But the guy who traces the Mona
Got no love, No respect
Cause that fucker didn't even try!
Anyone can draw Garfield
but that doesn't make you Jim Davis
Everyone will get old
but that doesn't make you Axel Rose!

I know you know
you're just playing to the crowds
You're a fucking SCAB
Using only Theft and
complacency as your tools
Forsaking your brothers
For something that you've never done
You're a fucking scab
who deserves to be dammed!

You guys get nothing but the brunt
Cause you're all worthless cunts.
"What you've never played someone else's songs?"
I've Never made a living off being a rat
on strangers' coats!
We're not like you
We see our own path to walk
...even if it's just us who walk it.

Lifer

From day fucking one I knew who I was
I was put here for a good time
fuelled by booze, drugs and fights
The only reprieve I can see
from living in a broken,
God forsaken world
My rose through its false lights.

If you slit my throat it would spurt out in Mohawks
And I'll still be screaming out my thoughts
Well kept, Well played, well sung
are things I don't do to live long.
I'm here to bust some heads
and mend my dread
With drinks around friends
Cause We're here for one thing
And we're in it for life.

I don't know about you
But I tried suits
and couldn't shake the blues
It wasn't who I was
it wasn't what I'd be
I can't swap the hawk for
the briefcase
and it was then that I knew
I had to be in it for life.

If you slit my throat it would spurt out in Mohawks
And I'll still be screaming out my thoughts
Well kept, Well played, well sung
are things I can't do to live long.
I'm here to bust my heads
and mend my dread
With drinks around friends
We're only here for one thing
And we're in it for life.

First Gig

Had our first gig on the weekend at a house party. other than saying it was awesome all-round it was just great fun to be around punks who live the lifestyle, not just the scene.

fucken ey as a canadian would say.