1. |
Absolutely Nothing
01:45
|
|||
|
We take your hopes and dreams
Mash them up in the meat grinder
Feed it to the kids
We want them to grow up just like you
Devoid of any passion
Vision, talent or taste
Don't you know?
You're nothing
Statistically you're useless
Why bother with anything?
Caught in a vicious circle
Devoid of any passion
Vision, talent or taste
What do you know?
Tell me, what do you know?
What do you know?
Nothing.
|
||||
2. |
Bummer
02:26
|
|||
|
Let's teach the kids that its all about faith
As they watch little boys get scraped off the pavement
Their eyes are covered but they can't look away
We've been so spoiled, been so loyal
Thinking we're protected
Untouchable, infallible as no one would suspect
The innocence to be stripped straight from their pockets
Until dead on the scene
Blood stained clothes put on the market
A story, now an anecdote will only take their place
A reputation for nothing, a name without a face
It seems reality has struck and we're too unprepared
So how do we teach the kids to praise
The things they used to fear?
When we refuse to break tradition and
Neglect our own instinct
Well as long as they wear the name
No one objects
Now lets pretend like the harmless banter
Was nothing of to speak
If that's what helps your conscience settle
Whatever helps you sleep
But you know fucking well your admission makes you choke
You're just another worthless sheep
Veiling your own cut throat
|
||||
3. |
Deep End
02:17
|
|||
|
I hope you're doing fine
I hope you're feeling okay
Is it so fucking difficult to watch the world
Give up on giving you...
We're giving our time
And that is all we got
You're so fucking cynical
and you have the whole world
Already figured out
Have you made up your mind?
Or has it been determined
By the ones that put you here
Dress you up, put up on display
You have your choices
A mannequin, a servant
A spokesman for the inundated
You lost your will and reputation
We're only given one chance
You think we're being watched?
We're jumping off the deep end
Its making me uneasy
Seeing can't be believing
When we follow so blindly
We're jumping off the deep end
|
||||
4. |
||||
|
How does it feel up on your throne?
For now you lay lifeless
But you'll always be known
Known as the king
You're fucking Jesus Christ
Praying for the affection that they had to sacrifice
They're still here
Pleading your case, living in fear
Bite your tongue, familiar face
Hanging your head in shame
How does it feel up on your pedestal?
While we're stripped away of innocence
To keep you on the payroll
Paying the price to keep your name clean
While swallowing another pill
On the way to therapy
They're still here
Pleading your case, living in fear
Bite your tongue, familiar face
Hanging your head in shame
|
||||
5. |
||||
|
POGO THE CLOWN
I'm not the type to go against what you're thinking
But who the fuck am I kidding?
I can't stand to see
Somebody else winning
You gotta find yourself your own inspiration
Quit trying to live up to these bullshit expectations
I got a tick, I'm underfed
Now I'm hallucinating
From my lack of medication
I got a job making you cringe
I'm a leader, I'm a heretic
I got a concept inside my head
Making me feel too separated
I'm not the type to go against what you're thinking
Because who the fuck am I kidding?
Apparently, I'm my own fucking religion
It must be me because I don't see it
This isn't who I'm supposed to be
The ringleader of this circus of degenerates
I got a tick, I'm underfed
Now I'm hallucinating
From my lack of medication
I got a job making you cringe
I'm a leader, I'm a heretic
I got a concept inside my head
Making me feel too separated
ICONOCLAST
The closer I get to you
the harder it gets
You've managed to cross this line
And I just can't take it
I know, you know
You know we've been
Staying for the sake of progress
But now, come down
I found your pedestal isn't as tall
As you make it out to be
You leave me hanging out to dry
Just to see me cry out in frustration
Like so many times before
Before I really knew your true intentions
The kid you thought was so weak
In the end brought your monument
Crashing down
I can't wait to see how someone like you
Sees things from the ground
|
||||
6. |
Sadomasochist
02:17
|
|||
|
I'm sort of masochistic that way
I reject all that's left and these days
I give up way too easily
Because that's what I do best
I don't hold a grudge in that case
I don't see the point
When there are people underneath the surface
That we pay to avoid
Now its gotten to the point
Where I get off on other peoples pain
I try to test the limit
With no real reason, no restraint
I'll keep raising the bar until there's
No room left to lead
I'll keep raising my expectations
I'll judge you as I please
I'm sort of sadistic that way
Rejecting anybody who
Ever gave a fuck about me
I figure they're better off without me
I can't hold on to shit in that case
I'm just annoyed
When people get way too familiar
I'm spineless, now destroyed
So I'll move on to my next obsession
And pretend like I don't care at all
About the things that used to make me
So fucking miserable
How selfish can I be to profit off of
Recycling the same fucking song
About my insignificant concept
On how everybody else is wrong
I don't waste my time on apologies
When I don't have a reason
And I feel no sympathy
I never think about the things
That make me want to scream
I'd run out of breath eventually
I'm not getting older
I'm just tearing at the seams (seems)
That everyone around me is out to get me
At least that's what they tell me every day on my TV
So I stick to my routine
|
||||
7. |
Vegemite
02:04
|
|||
Ronald Raygun Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Formed in the spring of '88, Ronald Raygun started out as a roller derby team, training to compete in the Philadelphia Area roller derby scene. As the team continuously failed to place in any competition, the group instead decided to pick up musical instruments. Heavily inspired by the synth pop of the 80s and the stand up of Bob Saget, the band has finally released it's opus. ... more
Ronald Raygun recommends:
Clogging The Bathroom Sink
by Touchdown Boy
Touchdown Boy. Nuff said.
go to album
This Is What They Get... (demo)
by Damn Frank
Geographically challenged punk/jawn rock.
go to albumIf you like Ronald Raygun, you may also like:
Beer Breakfast Dungeness Crab - S/T
by Beer Breakfast Dungeness Crab
Smash your head on the snarling riffs and jagged-edged jamming of Philly miscreants Beer Breakfast Dungeness Crab.
go to album
What's for Dinner? Beach Party 2000? Super Deluxe Reissue with bonus Just Desserts EP
by TMA
A blast (of pure hardcore punk) from the past; early '80s New Jersey band TMA gets the deluxe reissue treatment.
go to album
THE DIRTIEST "Cento Shot" EP
by The Dirtiest
Hooky, greasy garage punk from the always-reliable Slovenly label, The Dirtiest bolt big hooks to snarling riffs.
go to album
Pitch-perfect math rock from Kaneohe, Hawaii charges forward on raw, ragged emotion. A treat for fans of Polvo and Pardoner.
go to album
