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Beer Stained Shirt
01:44
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2. |
Permahigh
05:25
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I'm more than ordinary;
big crowds and my exes scare me;
so I look for solace in my room.
Hopeful, wishful, god it's fucked up;
someone should change my outlook;
but nothing protects me from my tomb.
I know what things may seem like;
but the lines in my face just can't hide;
these thoughts keep arching cross my brain.
I'm more than ordinary;
big crowds and my exes scare me;
so I look for solace in my room.
Hopeful, wishful, god it's fucked up;
someone should change my outlook;
but nothing protects me from my tomb.
I know what things may seem like;
but the lines in my face just can't hide;
these thoughts keep arching cross my brain.
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3. |
Untitled
02:21
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It's the feeling I'm dying alone.
Even with someone else, you're still not home.
And I wonder will I get to see you again.
You've a way with words, and acts to boot.
Your song was so good I wanted to puke, and I'm tired of dealing.
I'm all tuckered out.
How long can this go on before we're not doubting every decision we've ever made, and choose to live happily in the cold rain.
I'm hopeful but hopeless that someday you'll see.
I'm a part of you, you're a part of me.
When the rain comes pounding at your door, remember my arms where they were before.
Realize we've both made our mistakes.
So fucking many mistakes.
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4. |
The Finisher
03:46
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I hate myself some days;
but there are others;
where I can live with the decisions I've made.
It seems like an uphill battle;
when I can't connect the dots;
no one drew them in;
I'm tired of being sad and lonely;
give me a fucking pen.
You could say I'm feeling sorry for myself;
and I may not disagree;
I'm building a frame of reference between you and me;
erasing what separates the thinking from doing;
I'm packing my bags for better things.
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5. |
Gumby's Song
02:39
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I can't afford my house but I got a nice fix;
so what if my kid's been living in sticks;
fuck 'em;
and fuck their dreams too;
not like mine havn't seen bullets through;
adjusting my ways to this new disposition;
'cause giving a fuck has lost it's attraction;
its true;
no gods, no masters;
no darkness, no light;
no questions or answers;
no fighting the good fight.
If I'm being honest with myself;
I have to be honest with you.
Everybody's fucking up;
and everybody means you.
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6. |
Kyle's Song
04:17
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So I'll grab my pair of wings and then I'll take of to the sky;
I'm fine, I'm fine, you're not.
I'll take those fucking wings and then I'll get out of this goddamn place;
I'm fine, I'm fine.
God it was good to see you;
But thanks for ruining my day.
I would be so happy;
If you were anyone else.
So I'll grab my pair of wings and then I'll take off to the sky;
I'm fine, I'm fine, you're not.
I'll take those fucking wings and then I'll get out of this goddamn place;
I'm fine, I'm fine.
I think I'll take a walk today; another shot to stave away;
I'm fucked, I'm fine, you're right.
I'll take those fucking wings and get out of this goddamn place;
I'm fine, I'm fine.
God it was good to see you;
But thanks for ruining my day;
I would be so happy;
If you were anyone else.
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Mennonite Death Race Mansfield, Ohio
DIY effort from Mansfield, Ohio born of existentialism and angst.
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