TRUE TROUT - SUBURBAN SUMMER ============================ LYRICS ====== 2. I Wanna See Blood -------------------- I wanna see blood all over the place Don't sing, don't dance, just fuckin' hate Fuck unity, fuck having fun You only want a war, you're only missing the gun Fuck making change, fuck education You only want to fight, but no one's going to run (from you) Sing about starting a riot but I've never been in one Don't know shit, think I'm no fool Dropped out of school, man I'm so fucking cool Let's see how many songs I can write about drinking I'm Sid Vicious, I'm Johnny Rotten Here's your packaged rebellion, postmarked, stamped, delivered to your door, You're no different than a corporate whore 3. Devil's Brother ------------------ Through a phony election, the world's civilians in yer hands Cycle of terror, well it just seems so bland So ya chose one country, one easy to accuse 3000 dead civilians blew the hatch right off yer fuse We live our life in dynasty and let them live in poverty A selfishness within us makes us follow the dark night through a never ending tunnel we may never see the light, but still they brainwash us to fight Why do we follow? Why do we obey? It's a frequently asked question - Howcome we stay? Is it our love for others? Fear of the fire? Or could it be the truth of our heartfelt desires? Years of bad blood ......? ?.... it's a story as old as time Through the fall of one is the rise of another It's a recipe for more tragedy Isn't it ironic that oil it is yer after? It's used to fuel the economy, it also fuels yer novelties And what about the thousands that will die by your word? Spare the children's lives for they have not been heard 4. Bikes Are Law ---------------- Car culture has been thrust upon us We must rise above Surrounded by suburban sprawl, big box stores and shopping malls Development planners spread us so far apart, everyone thinks they gotta get a car Can't they see they're breakin' their backs paying for cars' insurance and gas? Polluting their way to minimum wage jobs so they can line the pockets of these oil corp slobs Fuck that "rite of passage" - Bikes are Law This is the final straw - Bikes are Law Fuck this vicious cycle - Bikes are Law This is the final straw - Bikes are Law An invention with potential that's been abused These status symbols are over used by lazy fatass desk job fucks and teenagers wasting all their bucks Weaving dodging in and out, hearing rat-race morons shout Pedals, spokes are spinning round, bikes are law, we own this town 5. Eat the Children ------------------- Flay the carcass. Round and round You won't hear a sound Because in their infancy they lay To benefit the public on their annual date You don't know what you've done to them now You've already devoured their parents So eat the children If not for food, the kid could be used For your fucking fashion, or a placemat for your door Here's a new purse for you, you're fucking confused You're fucking confused because it's a human child's hide Children treated like livestock to be bred Then sold to the upper class to whom they are fed You think it's appalling, so leave the animals alone A child's no smarter, so who are you to lick their bones? 6. Suburban Lawnmower Brigade ----------------------------- Sun's comin' out, it's summertime and about time to open the door I'm steppin' out to see what I can find Fry your child's innocent mind, show that grass who's boss, water that driveway, leave no spots Fill the world with your pesticides makes up for your empty minds The grass gets greener Your reputation lives on a day as your insides rot away Suburban Lawnmower Brigade comin' my way the gas, the noise and the poison spray Yes this is a suburban summer smell the tar as they raise the bar for whose lawn looks better - you're a suburban star! Fill the world with your pesticides makes up for your empty minds The grass gets greener Your reputation lives on a day as your insides rot away Suburban Lawnmower Brigade comin' my way the gas, the noise and the poison spray 7. This is the Remix -------------------- Swimming upstream is where it's at In a sick sad world, but I'm just one We're all hypocrites in the end But we do what we can Fight the ignorance, Fight the stupidity and our own creeping apathy So lose yourself for now inside the sound Away from this shit-hole 8. Signs of the End ------------------- Turn on the TV, we're at war again Before I know what for, I grab my rifle Out the door Why would TV lie to me and why would I question the integrity of White America, why? Pick up a gun, fire about Pull the trigger, just to hear it ring out Little girl in distress, her mother's blood spoiled on her dress 5000 civilian casualties, got a metal 'cause they're all from me Up standing citizen of society got nine guns to protect my family Snort some coke, get fucked up Accidentally kill my kid Out of luck Imprison me, don't need a lawyer American Express will set me free 9. The Mike Experience ---------------------- This song goes out to the man over there Ya cant fuckin' miss him he's got dreads in his hair Some of you know us as True Trout Go even farther back we were Falling Desires instead The fact of the matter is we only work for one man, He's standing to my left, in fact he's right over there It's the Mike (censored) Experience x 3 Featuring John, featuring Stu, don't forget Danielle She shares his last name too He loves his punk-ska and his ???? Ask him for a favour, he'll spit on your hair Who can deny him his crown and sceptre? OMFG he's standing right over there! 10. Lean to the Right --------------------- Sent to war, mission: liberation "Hidden propaganda", it's really elimination Well before noon, they all know patriotism All mind read, undead, causing cataclysm Entry to their country, enviable, envenom, focus on the goal To sell their country denim Oh king of the world boil in your sovereignty Why doesn't he fight for his country? Moving through the east, it's a minefield Yeild this dagger through, through my heart Ruling with an iron fist We are set to fire Stigmatize your people, "democratic kingdom?" Innovate, innoculate, you think you won't get some Oh king of the world boil in your sovereignty Why doesn't he fight for his country? 12. Everything Half Price ------------------------- Patronizing faces on the TV screen mask true intentions, real issues lost among the backstabbing bullshit The selfish population is afraid of change keeps them choosing the lesser (worse?) of two evils They demand social programs they don't want to pay their taxes Forget the consequences of their actions. We live off the backs of the third world workers who harvest and manufacture for so little wage advertising saturated consumers buy it up here so multinational corporations get rich at the expense of other nations The vast majority doesn't seem to care as long as they get more than their share For the part of this generation searching for the truth: Yes, they call us the apathetic youth. Sold convenience, identity and culture from birth they told us we're the only ones that matter Now it's time to turn the tables on the uninformed who point the finger at us We won't stop until they change their ways Don't be a part of this exploitation game! 13. Corrosive ------------- Poison, so much poison Eating in around from every side and every corner Everything is poison corroding my mind and body My mind disintegrates Along with my surroundings Everything is poison, eating away I can no longer clearly see the reason or the destination 14. Backyard Times ------------------ I feel I've fallen into a black hole ever since then I can't do anything right Never seen me keep a straight face and now I'm moving at a turtle's pace But I know I miss those times with you My best friend 'til death do Can't stop thinking about those times Because when it goes around... Well it really goes around Garden-side, backyard times Kickin' a lawnchair back, listenin' to Sublime Could never understand why I left you You were my best friend You moved away, left me here to stay endless hours of writing these songs, singing these songs with you I really miss those backyard times!