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Wrekker
03:40
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Whatever happened to Rock N' Roll
Whatever happened to selling out your soul?
No good if you don't got the looks
No good if you can't sell the hooks
(Woah)
Crusin down a one way dead-end street
(Woah)
Everything you love is just a disease
(Woah)
Gonna get whipped back into hell
(Woah)
Yeah, youre a Wrekker now
Every week new superstars
Puppets strung tight like old guitars
Fuck that, not gonna behave
Livin so fast ya gonna end up in the grave
(Woah)
Crusin down a one way dead-end street
(Woah)
Everything you love is just a disease
(Woah)
Gonna get whipped back into hell
(Woah)
Yeah, youre a Wrekker now
(Woah)
Crusin down a one way dead-end street
(Woah)
Everything you love is just a disease
(Woah)
Gonna get whipped back into hell
(Woah)
Yeah, youre a Wrekker now
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2. |
Jack In The Box
03:13
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I put in the hours
I put up with their crap
The same stuff happens every day
I'm real tired of that
But this week's getting better
I know and I can tell
Things are gonna go my way
I'm gonna raise some hell
I don't wanna work and I don't wanna talk
I need a party and I gotta rock
Searchin' for a woman who's looking like a fox
Cause I know that girl can crank up my jack in the box
I've finally got freedom
I got a night on the town
Gonna hit the clubs, hit the bars
And turn them upside down
I need a friendly woman
to melt away my stress
Come over here baby
Let me take off that dress
I don't wanna work and I don't wanna talk
I need a party and I gotta rock
Searchin' for a woman who's looking like a fox
Cause I know that girl can crank up my jack in the box
That's right baby, take away my troubles
Make me feel alright, I'm gonna run with the doubles
Forget about your problems, and hold me tight
We're gonna party, I'll rock you hard tonight
I don't wanna work and I don't wanna talk
I need a party and I gotta rock
Searchin' for a woman who's looking like a fox
Cause I know that girl can crank up my jack in the box
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3. |
Run For Your Crimes
02:52
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We tore it up, we shook it down
Pissed off the law, pissed off the town
The cops got a ten fifty
But its only 3 AM
There’s flashing strobes here
But ours ain’t blue and red
Run for your crimes
We had good times
We got our chance and we took it
Run for your lives
You’ve told your lies
Now it’s time to book it
This house is bright, your life is dull
Our crazy rock, goes in your skull
You hear those sirens
They’re buzzin in your head
Don’t put your hands up
Those dukes are made to shred
Run for your crimes
We had good times
We got our chance and we took it
Run for your lives
You’ve told your lies
Now it’s time to book it
They suck at good, we rock at bad
The party life just makes them mad
Just catch your breath now
For now you’ve got away
This isn’t the last time
They’ll never make us pay
Run for your crimes
We had good times
We got our chance and we took it
Run for your lives
You’ve told your lies
Now it’s time to book it
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4. |
City Of Lights
03:53
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I played my show, now it's time to chill
Just a small town boy at home payin his bills
Lay in bed light gleams to my eyes
Shines the way to where the city lies
No one sleeps the night is always young
Always things to do, I'm never done
So many people to meet, I'm never alone
A place so perfect that I dont ever want to go
Im in the city of lights
The city of lights
Bright neon signs of red and green
Like no other place you've ever seen
Steel and metal frames make up the town
Earthquakes the only thing to bring them down
No one sleeps the night is always young
Always things to do, I'm never done
So many people to meet, I'm never alone
A place so perfect that I dont ever want to go
I'm in the city of
Weekdays go by slow, the time is still
Everyday I go back to the mill
I'm working hard 5 days a week
When Friday comes I bounce out my seat
No one sleeps the night is always young
Always things to do, I'm never done
So many people to meet, I'm never alone
A place so perfect that I dont ever want to go
I'm in the city of lights
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5. |
Asylum
03:48
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I lit a fire
Here in my head
Shot up some poison
I should be dead
A martyred brain
To all the fans
You want insane?
Oh, I'm your man
Asylum
Our minds are your slaves
Grave siren
Memories misbehave
Asylum
Bow down to your rage!
Asylum
Split open your cage
Pop my eyeballs
Pour out soul
Crack the egg down
Yeah its my skull
We want you screamin
So watcha say
We work the demons
Out from the day
Asylum
Our minds are your slaves
Grave siren
Memories misbehave
Asylum
Bow down to your rage!
Asylum
Split open your cage
Why do we bother?
Why dodge the bore?
Just cut the banter
And live your chore
Inside the game
Yeah we're insane
To all the fans
A martyered brain
Asylum
Our minds are your slaves
Grave siren
Memories misbehave
Asylum
Bow down to your rage!
Asylum
Split open your cage
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6. |
Crowded House
04:36
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There's a party goin' on
A place for sinners
It's your shot, the party's hot
We drink beer for dinner
There's drinks in the cooler
Smoke in the air
Bring your crew
Cause we want you
And we don't care
Always time for nothin'
Make time for something
Whatever you want
You're gonna find
At the crowded house (crowded house)
Good times make you wanna shout
At the crowded house (crowded house)
This party's one hell of a blowout
When you step through the door
Something happens to your head
Now in the haze, your glory days
Human nature's fed
Another day, another gig
One starts where the last one ends
We party hard
Put down your guard
You're with close friends.
Always time for nothin'
Make time for something
Whatever you want
You're gonna find
At the crowded house (crowded house)
Good times make you wanna shout
At the crowded house (crowded house)
This party's one hell of a blowout
At the crowded house (crowded house)
Good times make you wanna shout
At the crowded house (crowded house)
This party's one hell of a blowout
At the crowded house (crowded house)
Good times make you wanna shout
At the crowded house (crowded house)
This party's one hell of a blowout
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7. |
Tight Aussie
04:40
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Hot, sweaty
Hot, sweaty
Hot, sweaty
Hot, sweaty
Hey little Sheila
You're lookin so good
You're soundin sexy
And if I could
I'd take you out back
For a little foreplay
And give you a taste
Of the USA
You know I'm here to take care of ya
A good time in Austrailia
It’s getting hot
In the pants of this beach
You got a pearl
That’s in my reach
You're hot
You're sweaty
Down Under
Looking ready
Tight and right
Outback wonder
I'm going down
Down Under
Tight skirt
Is all I see
It's coming off
In front of me
I come in close
I'm feeling right
My pants are feeling
Mighty tight
You're hot
You're sweaty
Down Under
Looking ready
Tight and right
Outback wonder
I'm going down
Down Under
You're hot
You're sweaty
Down Under
Looking ready
Tight and right
Outback wonder
I'm going down
Down Under
Hot kiss
Tight squeeze
Going down
On the knees
Open mouth
Licking tongue
A hot taste
Of a little fun
Hot, sweaty
Hot, sweaty
Hot, sweaty
Hot, sweaty
You're hot
You're sweaty
Down Under
Looking ready
Tight and right
Outback wonder
I'm going down
Down Under
You're hot
You're sweaty
Down Under
Looking ready
Tight and right
Outback wonder
I'm going down
Down Under
You're hot
You're sweaty
Down Under
Looking ready
Tight and right
Outback wonder
I'm going down
Down Under
You're hot
You're sweaty
Down Under
Looking ready
Tight and right
Outback wonder
I'm going down
Down Under
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8. |
Steal The Thunder
03:16
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Gotta a big steel box but there's nothing inside
Gonna melt the ice with some cyanide
We know you got thunder but it's ours now
We got your thunder and you don't know how
Steal the thunder
You know it's true
Gonna steal the thunder
away from you
The lights will flash hear that thunder roar
Cause we're the rain poundin on your door
Bar your windows but we're comin in
Electric lasers that are full of sin
Steal the thunder
You know it's true
Gonna steal the thunder
away from you
Steal the thunder
You know it's true
Gonna steal the thunder
away from you
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9. |
Cry Wolf
04:10
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The times have not changed you
They seem to change me
As I watch you run to your flock
To your baby mother you cry
Cry wolf like the kid you are
I wont listen anymore
Won't be tricked by your silly games
In the end your to blame
Slept in the wrong bed again
Walk out dazed and undressed
The dead memories from a night on the town
Your tattered soul cries out loud
Cry wolf like the kid you are
I wont listen anymore
Won't be tricked by your silly games
In the end your to blame
those who care turn away
no hope left to stay
Cry wolf like the kid you are
I wont listen anymore
Won't be tricked by your silly games
In the end your to blame
Cry wolf like the kid you are
I wont listen anymore
Won't be tricked by your silly games
In the end your to blame
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10. |
We're All Crazy
03:56
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I jumped over a mountain
To see the top of the world
It wasn't good enough for me
Puched a hole in memory
Just to see if I would bleed
And they call me crazy
Some people try to keep me down and tell me what I'm worth
Loud music fills my blood
Her body fuels my love
It's all I need
Your kind are all the same
You treat me like I'm insane
Well let me tell you something
I deal with dirty looks and laughs and ugly stares
We're all crazy
The world is your's so feel no shame
We're born the same and die the same
Show who you are and come with me
The world will see we're crazy
Yeah we're crazy
We're all crazy (fade)
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Sick Mind New Jersey
Sick Mind was formed in late 2010 when guitarists Felix Skiver and Andrew Saul met up through an ad posted online. They soon recruited bassist Jon Arban and singer Dominic Noviello to help round out the band. However, they still needed a drummer. In comes Artie Revel. With that, Sick Mind was complete and has been writing and performing throughout New Jersey. ... more
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