1. |
St. Teresa
03:12
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Bullying the Bully is how it works or at least you thought it did
Pushing those buttons, to defend your belief, you were gonna blow the lid
Off the world’s views that have been keeping you down
But now the people are pushing back so you can’t keep your crown
your crown
your crown
Saint Teresa is a Fleshlight
She’ll find you your safe space
Saint Teresa is a Fleshlight
She’ll find you your safe space
You got things so self righteous that the others start to annoy
With your actions, and your attitude that you have to deploy
Now your pointing has pushed us… to look the other way
Your show, your scene, your cause, might as well dig your grave
your grave
your grave
Saint Teresa is a Fleshlight
She’ll find you your safe space
Saint Teresa is a Fleshlight
She’ll find you your safe space
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2. |
Something for My Head
02:29
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I Just woke up and I’m not right, I’m not sure why I’m so uptight… no
Another day another fight, It feels like I’m just losing sight… no
Feeling kind of messed up, I’m tired and I’m stressed up
I want something for my head
All this shits got me down, Dejected with a losing frown
I want something for my head
I want something for my head
Something for my head
Those bad hands that I’ve been dealt, I’m screaming out I need some help… no
It won’t stop its all I dread, Please help me out or I’ll be dead… no
Give me some pills, so I can sleep. Give me some booze, I’ll go deep. Maybe some love, of all the above
Just get me something for my head
Feeling kind of messed up, I’m tired and I’m stressed up
I want something for my head
All this shits got me down, Dejected with a losing frown
I want something for my head
I want something for my head
Something for my head
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3. |
Jingle Downturn
00:37
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You’re asking questions… I know nothing about
You’re asking questions… it makes me want to shout
Fuck No
Fuck No
Fuck No
Fuck YEAH
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4. |
Don't Leave
02:34
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I didn’t get a… chance to tell you anything about me at all
I thought you should know … anyway
The memories that I get when I light my cigarette
I wanna dig a pit, and bury the all feelings I can’t admit
When I found you, you were dying
But I wanted you to stay
Honey please
Don’t leave this world tonight
We never had a… moment to feel, to touch, together to be alive
With our bad timing, I didn’t get a say
The parties that you owned I would always drive you home
Now it’s an empty seat, cause your heart stopped its cool fucking beat
When I found you, you were dying
But I wanted you to stay
Honey please
Don’t leave this world tonight
When I found you
You were dying
But you didn’t
Take the party away
You never listened
To your loved ones
The last memory
You had my love in your hand
And you left me
With silence
When you found me
We didn’t have enough time
And you’re gone now
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5. |
S X 3
02:08
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Right inside of you
My feelings are so strong
And I hope this can’t be wrong
Cause I wanna put my thoughts…. Right inside of you
My feelings are so strong
And I hope this can’t be wrong
Cause I wanna put my thoughts…. Right inside of you
undress your brain, comprehend your mind
do the deed of intellect, your brilliance from behind
Calculate your pi, Multiply my root
Just want you to know, I think you’re real acute
Please stroke my Broca, let’s trim your sage advice
cop myself some clever, add wisdom to our spice
Feel up your inspiration, want that instinct to stick
I wanna shoot my acumen… all over your wits
My feelings are so strong
And I hope this can’t be wrong
Cause I wanna put my thoughts…. Right inside of you
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6. |
Three Count
02:08
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The morning hit and it was very apparent
I knew I was gonna have to be transparent
You left that house and there was no doubt
the hilarity would ensue after all those ‘bouts
The party went hard, the party went late,
but you can’t erase what wasn’t that great
You went for broke in that Rich account
And all you got back was the 3 count
We were in full force like only we can do
Drinkin and smoking eatin’ SNFU’s food
Storming this town was always the plan
Guess from the Hat we pulled out a fan
The party went hard, the party went late,
but you can’t erase what wasn’t that great
You went for broke in that Rich account
And all you got back was the 3 count
You’re liking our moments at every step
Clearly for you there was no regret
waiting for the cab when he was snorin’
cause work comes early at 9 in the morning
The party went hard, the party went late,
but you can’t erase what wasn’t that great
You went for broke in that Rich account
And all you got back was the 3 count
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7. |
Righteous
01:42
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I’m screaming rage… I’m seeing red
I’m seething you heathen… After I broke you bread
I gave you the alter… I made your scene
You spit in my face … Cause I’m obscene?
Righteous
… till you need a ride
Clearly been sponged… For my worth, it’s sad
When we had our Last Supper… I paid the tab
With the cool kids around… You were never a fan.
But when the party was on… Can I get a ride to jam?
Righteous
… till you need a ride
I’m settling down… Feeling more calm
But I haven’t forgotten… That you nailed my palm
On your outer shell… Your morals you flex
But I’m not the one… Who’s paying for sex.
Righteous
… till you need a ride
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8. |
Rock Around the Radius
02:05
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He has himself
a fascination with
Cosmic Microwave Radiation
Don’t want to
hear no negativity with
The General Theory of Relativity
It’s time to rock around the radius
It’s to the rock around the
He’s what you call
a quantum mechanic with
The Second Law of Thermodynamics
This Physics shit is all he thirsts
Like getting hit with a Gamma Ray Burst
It’s time to rock around the radius
It’s to the rock around the...
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9. |
Typewriter Repairman
02:10
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You went to high school messed around… got no grade ten
Drinking, smoking, screwing chicks until the bitter end
Not a care in the World because of your Daddy
Spending all his oil money just you wait and see
40 dollar for some gas – that’s so fuckin’ cheap
60 dollars for some grass – that’s so fuckin cheap
80 dollar for some ass – that’s so fuckin’ cheap
Now you’re smokin’ crystal meth… thank you NDP
Now you’ve got no income, and your life has hit the skids
Can’t afford your mortgage payment and to feed your kids
But you still got a jacked truck… but no GED
Hindsight’s 20/20 son, cause now you’re selling weed
40 dollar for some gas – that’s so fuckin’ cheap
60 dollars for some grass – that’s so fuckin cheap
80 dollar for some ass – that’s so fuckin’ cheap
Now you’re smokin’ crystal meth… thank you NDP
Alright… I want everybody to circle pit… oh nevermind the song’s over.
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10. |
Bleed
02:58
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Now I wanna see you bleed
The tales you’ve told to mislead
Now I wanna see you bleed
Into their fears, you really feed
Your wickedness, filth, debauchery
I don’t think I should know
Your corruption, sin, dishonesty
I don’t think I should know
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Julius Sumner Miller
JSM is a raucous 5 piece who’ve been blazing their own path in the punk rock world since 2013! With 4 albums under their belt and a high adrenaline live show that’ll leave you wanting more. JSM cover the mundane to the arcane; sometimes personal, sometimes partying, sometimes political, it’s all on the table. If you like it fast and fun, please insert this band’s vibrations into your ears. ... more
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