split 7" w/ Raid
1. Fruit Roll Up (music by Justin and Mike, lyrics by Mike)
Posing for a crew pic, looking hard as shit.
But posing's all you'll ever do, and I think you know it.
Sometimes I swear you're looking for a reason to be pissed.
Answer slightest criticism with a bullshit threat.
Face like stone, skin like paper.
Skin like a fruit roll-up: easily breached, easily broken.
Slide right under with any bad words spoken.
Always trying to go to war, no enemies to fight against.
Might as well settle for your friends.
2. Holding Down The Fort (music and lyrics by Mike)
Another friend has bailed on this hopeless little backwards town.
Off to find something better, leaving me here holding my dick.
One by one, away they go. They all had their reasons.
Doesn't make it suck any less.
It may not be much, but this is still my home.
I'll be holding down the fort while you're gone,
making this place better without you,
even if I have to do it all by myself.
3. Aung San's Song (music and lyrics by Justin)
If they let her out..."they'll never let her out."
If they let her out..."they'll never let her back."
If they let her out..."she's gonna fuckin' die."
Then they let her out...elected to parliament. Aung San Suu Kyi.
4. People Want You Dead (music and lyrics by Mike)
Maybe your life is still pretty sweet, and maybe you just don't give a fuck.
You got the Secret Service watching your back.
But that doesn't change the fact that people want you dead.
Bullets through your head. Settle for a heart attack 'cause people want you dead.
After all the damage you've done, what's it like to be the most hated one?
Whether remorseful or a smug little fuck, time will assassinate you for us.
Can't escape the truth: people want you dead.
5. Punch Out Your Lights (music by Justin and Mike, lyrics by Mike)
I don't see this fort you held down.
It's not possible to have seen everything.
You can't be speechless 'cause you still talk.
So stop saying you literally did all those things.
'Literally' means 'actually.' Metaphors do not apply.
I see no stab wound in your back.
Your eyes didn't pop out last time you cried.
You weren't so angry that you exploded.
You weren't so bored that you fucking died.
If you don't knock it off, I'll literally punch out your lights.