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Return your empties, let's get forties!

by Shootin' Blanx

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1.
Day Drunk 01:44
Open my eyes, sun's beaming in Head's pounding, let's start pouring Where's my bottle , where's my bong? Jesus fuck, let's get drunk Day drunk everyday Day drunk always Day drunk lifestyle Where's my 40, where's my whiskey?! A day old beer's just as good Strain the flies out the bottle. Oh my fuck let's get plastered Stay drunk. Stay Punk
2.
No Escape 01:10
Surrounded by decay My mind is in a rut Look out my window I see no way out No escape from this shit No escape this is it No escape life is death No escape My final breath Surrounded by decay The soil has been salted Dead bodies cover the ground Lifeless plains abound
3.
We're being forced to work for our survival While the bosses count their cash We struggle to live while under constant stress For minimal pay Life sentence We're all doomed Life Sentence Straight from the womb Life Sentence Commit to quit Life sentence Fuck this shit Stuck on my feet all day With no breaks or time to breathe We struggle to live for minimum pay, Won't someone get us out of here I Quit
4.
Blackout 02:10
Once again my good friend I'll lean on you to fill the blanks Blank spaces in my mind Blank spaces from my blackout Blackout what did I do Blackout Where did I go Blackout Who did i meet?!
5.
You tell us that we don't belong I've heard that shit for oh so long You stare at me with my spikey hair And you really think that I fucking care Society You control it all Society We'll watch it fall Punks are human just like you Despite the fact that we love our glue We stand here taking all this shit And we're fucking sick of it!
6.
Crackhead 01:11
Say you understand, you don't know shit All you care for is your next hit Our mom is in tears, you better watch your back You fucking prick , you're under attack Crackhead You were my brother Crackhead Now you're just another Crackhead Don't want you around Crackhead You'll soon hit the ground
7.
Beer or Food 01:05
Gut is wrecked got nothing to fill it Got 6 bucks in my pocket Get some burgers or some stubbies Fuck it, let's get forties Beer or food Constant debate Beer or food How much can I take Beer or food Return your empties Beer or food Let's get forties!
8.
Shambles 01:01
Constant mess and chaos Exhaustion,Anxiety rule This search feels so pointless What good will come from this? Shambles I'm a mess Shambles I can't get dressed Shambles Don't know what to do Shambles Argh fuck you
9.
Life's Getting me down I always feel like a let down The Sun never comes around When will I rebound? I don't know what to do I don't know where to go I'm so angry,I'm so fed up I want to punch the wall! Fuck this all, I want out! These thoughts they drag me down! I'm always in the pits, I'm never feeling "it"
10.
Beer me 00:46
Drinking is the only way Finish that beer , Let's just giv'r Cheers to nights we don't remember With friends we'll never forget Alcohol Keeps me sane Alcohol Fills my brain Alcohol My good friend Alcohol Til the end Friend or foe, fuck it pogo Life's too short for petty drama Swill that 40, pass that vodka We're not done, 'til we're out!
11.
Force Fed 01:54
Force fed from birth Force fed til death This false information is ruining your minds Force fed from birth Force fed til death No wonder this world's in decline Brainwashed kids with their brainwashed minds Growing in these brainwashed times The population is fucking blind With money ruling the top, no wonder we're fucking poor
12.
Take it back 01:28
Singing along in unison Recently turned to separation We need to break down the walls that we've built Spike your hair , lace your boots, start a band, print a zine ! Take back the bars Take back the streets Spike your hair , lace your boots Start a band , print a zine. Take back the bars Take back the streets Spike your hair , lace your boots We need to fuel our fucking scene Where did the anger go?? That teen angst that used to flow Through our noise, and our veins Now all the kids look the fucking same

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released October 15, 2015

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Shootin' Blanx Ottawa, Ontario

B'die- vox

Jonny Blanx- bass

Matt Proudfoot- guitar

Taylor Butler- drums

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