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Addicted
02:39
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I'm addicted and feelin' wicked
Your touch is sure enough
To set me off with a hinting cough
and a wink
Let's run into your bedroom
Anytime will do
Encase ourselves inside our tomb
'Cause I really dig you
I don't know when the next time
We will meet will be, so
Let's make this a
Lasting memory
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2. |
Badass
03:14
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Pistol at my hip
The sun in my eyes
A whiskey'd haze
Take a sip of intuition to wash down the glaze
Too many men dead on account of my aim
They say that in hell I'm rising up in fame
You'd do well to keep your mouth shut, boy
Take a drink.
I reckon those gun shots
Are just a decoy
If you feel like running away
I'll still be here, me and my gun, blazing away...
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3. |
Lazybones
02:30
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I feel as if apathy
Has totally corrupted me
It keeps on interrupting me
'Cause I got shit to do
Stay up late, sleepin' in
I can't lose wait, I can't begin
To screw my head back on
Or get into the zone
I'm a lazybones
Well is this it? I don't know
'Cause I'm always just so tired
I can't even write lyrics
But lyrics are just words
What's the date? I can't keep track
At this rate I'm taking flak
But I won't sigh or moan
I'll just sit here on my own
I'm a lazybones
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4. |
I Don't Know...
03:44
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I was bangin' away
With a hammer on somebody's head
Then I was in the shower, washing off the blood
With this tune in my head
I don't know why I even try
Can only only hope, to hold on to that rope
I don't know why I even try
We're born and then we cry
We live and then we die
I was on the phone
For so long with you
Then I was on the shitter
Thinkin' of you, and whistling this tune
I was in the forest
Your guts trailed behind me for a mile
I was just waitin' here with a cigarette
Listenin' to the sirens...
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5. |
Mark Twain
02:52
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I don't have anymore problems in sight
I don't have anymore people to fight
I don't have anymore words to write
I'll be livin' life like this until I see the light
I don't care if it's summer, winter, fall, or spring
I don't care if I never ever do another thing
I don't care if I break a guitar string
And now I don't have anything else good to sing
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6. |
Outlaw
02:33
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They came and took my wife and child
Now I'm riding hard into the wild
Dust kicking up, I'm armed to the tooth once again
I'll kill them all, I know I can
When I save you, I will hold you in my arms
And if they harmed you or took a away your charm,
They will pay, yes, they will pay dearly, my dear
They'll spend the rest of their miserable lives in fear
This is the way I've lived my life
A bunch of guns a horse and a knife
I wanted only to live on my ranch in peace
Now this final ride, this final fight, will be my final masterpiece
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7. |
Trashbat
01:29
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So bizarre
My blood is tar
My hands are gnarled
Not a care in the world
If you don't like that
Then you can step back
If you don't like that
I'm a trashbat
I'm a sewer rat
I'm an alleycat
In the dark outside the bar
Lighting the butt of a cigar
Broken vocal chord
Like fingernails on the board
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8. |
City Slicker
04:06
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I stand in line with random families
So I don't feel alone
But begging for handouts doesn't
Feed or pay the lones
The subway drift will keep me warm
A single worn out shoe that seems forlorn
You saw me sleeping, you could have sworn
By myself turning electric blue storms
Old gum and cigarettes stick to the pavement
My best friends tell me where my life went
If you were me you would understand
I am the hustle that sweeps ya to your door
...
You aren't allowed here without a number
It's in the thousands but I can't remember...
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9. |
Bombs Away!
01:33
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The ack-ack fire is severe
They've blown off our landing gear
I'll get us all out of here
I'm the lead bombardier
Today is not the day
Cause we're going all the way
From death's own bird of prey
Bombs away!
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10. |
B-17
02:25
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11. |
Flak Rabbit
02:53
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Taking position beneath my two best friends
Who are flying the fortress across a European sunrise...
Let them bombs fall!
Let them Bombs fall!
No time to think to yourself
It's not really hit or miss
Stray bullets and shrapnel find their way into the brains of my friends
And so it's my duty to fly us to safety,
but first we'll fuck 'em up until the end!
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Flak Rabbit Pen Argyl, Pennsylvania
Formed in 2011/12 while in high school. Still making music when we can!
Scott Reagan
Ben Adamson
Cody Mikol
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previously:
Reed Cesare (bass)
Flak Rabbit recommends:
Scott's college band, MILO! Their debut (and probably only album ever, since they've since graduate, etc...), with lots of songs for your listening pleasure. Scott plays drums/perc./guitars on this!
go to album
Alexander Supertramp/Indian Style
by The Mellowells
Amazing music. Great friends of Scott's. Half of them are in Scott's band MILO, as well. Cory, from The Mellowells /MILO, once played drums for Flak Rabbit at a show (we have photographic evidence!).
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