Trash Live!

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Recorded Live at The Trash Bar. 12/30/12

Thank you to everyone who came out to this show, Owen and special thanks to Rusty Things and The Parasitix for sharing the stage.

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released 23 February 2013
Pist - Vox
Chris - Drums
Twitch - Bass
C.G. Vyle - Guitar and Vox

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tags: punk street punk hardcore hardcore punk USA

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Hardcore punk from NJ

Pist: Vocals
Chris: Drums
Twitch: Bass
C.G. Vyle: Guitar and Vocals

P.O. Box 7063
Hackettstown, NJ 07840

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Track Name: Bike Punks
Build a bike, start a gang
forget about your gas tank
we don't need more gas pumps,
we just need more bike punks

Bike punks!
Track Name: American Zombies
Staring through your empty eyes,
all filled up with dollar signs,
lost in this corporate game,
got a number not a name,
raised on a steady stream of lies,
taught to break and cannibalize,
nothing running through your veins,
and only one thing on your brain,

consume consume,
American Zombies!

an empty wallet full of hate,
ads conform and propagate,
they've trapped us in this living hell,
wit the monetary spell,
doomed the world to this fate,
with credit cards and interest rates,
no longer thinking for yourself,
your only concern is wealth

consume consume,
American Zombies!
Track Name: Mad Max
Grinding through the wastelands far,
a jet black V8 interceptor,
a tattered leather jacket a shattered past,
a man just fighting for a tank of gas,
once sane now driving mad,
once a husband and loving dad,
a leather clad cop with a bronze badge,
but he lost it all in a burning rubber flash,

he's mad mad!
mad max!

ever since he lost his son and wife,
its been a constant fight for life,
just trying to survive,
on the harsh roads he drive,
a wasteland warrior riding hard,
a dog his gun his war torn car,
you're sure to die if you meet him on the road,
ask the Toecutter the Toecutter knows

he's mad mad!
mad max!
Track Name: Jinx
Shooting dope and harassing kids,
You think you know what punk rock is,
But all you do is put us down,
When you're in our fucking town,

our fucking town!

This band that band their band sucks,
the only punk you like is crust,
but open up your fucking eyes,
theres so much more you're fucking blind

you're fucking blind!

I got Squabbles!

Shooting dope and harassing kids,
You think you know what punk rock is,
But all you do is put us down,
When you're in our fucking town,

our fucking town!
Track Name: NJ Punx
NJ punx!
We don't care
NJ punx!
Everywhere
NJ punx!
with spikey hair

From its medical waste beaches to its dirty slums and streets,
I'm an NJ punk and I'm fucking proud to be.
Track Name: Not For Sale
Another day another way,
Another dollar thrown away,
I don't care I don't care,
Thats all i every fucking say,

Another day another way,
Another fucking bill to pay,
I don't care I don't care,
Our money's worthless anyway,

Not for sale!

Another year another fear,
Another problem drown in beer,
Pay for this pay for this,
thats all I ever fucking hear,

Another year another fear,
Another check I had to steal,
Pay for this pay for this,
thats all the taxes ever fucking squeal,

Not for sale!
Track Name: This Town
The cops are dicks,
The kids are Pricks,

The bars are crypts,
we ain't got shit,

This town sucks.
Track Name: Police State USA
Police state USA Hey!

Black baggers on the streets,
Unmarked vans are trailing me,
I don't know where to go,
No place is safe anymore,
Down every street and alleyway,
Theres nothing but barricades,
Police lines say stay away,
Claim they're here to keep us safe,

Liars!

Police state USA Hey!

Black blockers on the street,
Waving flags of anarchy,
From anarchist to average joe,
All in riot civil uproar,
Polices arrive in swat gear,
Steel batons and riot shields,
Instigating causing fear,
Molotovs are in the air,

Fires!

Police state USA Hey!