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Thirsty Guys are Dreads, Joe, Cheech, and Jay.

Liz Fackelman sang on track 2 and played trombone on track 8.

Recorded & Mixed by Max Rauch. Mastered by Rick Johnson.

Photos by Kaitlyn Bemis.

Thanks to Mike @ Bad Time Records for making this record possible and for breathing some life into the ska-punk scene we all care about so dearly.
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released August 16, 2019

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Track Name: Weekend at Bernie's
I got a couple things that I would like to say yeah
Some people placing bets without a fucking pay plan
Some people bouncing checks I don't know what to say man
So let's assess the situation on our own hands.

No Ca$h, yeah Run Your Pockets.
We stash our paper chains in mattresses.
This ignorance ain't bliss, lets
Tear it all down. Tear it all down.

They just want another bail out
Jaws of life, I'm chewed up, spit out
Insurmountable oppression of faith
In the way we live.

I just hope to one day find out
How your life became so planned out.
It's a natural dissension of pace.
How you live your life isn't always right.

It's unnatural, the rats how they race.
Hold your breath now son, not about the money.

No hope for the human race.
Black sheep feeling out of place.
No hope for the human race.
So watch us fade away, time fades to another day.

So hahahaha, tell me who's laughing now?
I got my finger on the trigger gonna pull it now.
I'm pissing vigor, yeah it's coming from the horse's mouth.
We'll shine a light onto the facets of underground.

How could you let this happen?
Fuck the image, where's the passion?

We're going through the motions.
A notion conceived but not conveyed.
What can I say?

I blame myself
Track Name: Bad Chemisty
We sat upon a burning bridge
The beacon of our recklessness
Fumbling through sentences,
The chemicals made us sick

Thin lips, exasperated tongue.
Cold feet, always on the run.
You’ll never find someone
Or something to care about

You’ve got no one to impress

Sat around
We had too much to drink
now our hearts start to sink
Like a beating wreckage

Guess I need to give it up this time.
Guess I need some time to figure out
Everything thats going through my mind
Where are we headed ?

You’ve got no one to impress

Thin lips, exasperated tongue.
Tell me, are we having fun?
These run on sentences
Never come to a head.

We’ve got, no one to impress.
So I’m giving up.
I’m giving up
Track Name: Actors & Addicts
a death wish:
one of simple understanding
regret wins
my legs give in, and i'm slightly reprimanded

i can't win
so what's the point of even trying?
i'm sentenced
and settling to slowly spilling out my own time

i'm losing it
caught up in the endless loop of my own shit
patronizing lies
this fucked up web we're in ties me up sometimes
we're all actors and addicts
i guess my good intentions weren't good enough

i smoked all my potential
now i'm just a roach
waiting to be stomped out
that's what i need the most

tired,
been walking on crutches for so long
my arms hurt
and it gets worse,
cause i've been writing all the same songs

i'm losing it
caught up in the endless loop of my own shit
patronizing lies
this fucked up web we're in ties me up sometimes
we're all actors and addicts
i guess my good euphemisms weren't good enough

so dramatic

this little light of mine, i'm gonna let it die tonight
Track Name: Not Playing Fest
We're not playing fest

Hit the road, play some shows
Wonder why nobody knows
Publicist: 14 stacks

See your band on TV
Get your sweet pics in AP
Package tour! Guarantees!

Kids will sell tickets to share the stage
Bringing their friends out and you get paid
Why does it have to be this way?
Some pave their roads all while some others pay

There's a couple things I'd like address
I'm not keeping score or grading tests
We're not playing fest

There's some things I'd like to get off my chest
We're not playing fest

These part time punks sport a badge of approval
these Candy Hearts melt away

Just cause you were on MTV
Don't mean you earned a guarantee
You're sucking life out of our scene

You think you've got it figured out
I've seen the way you run your mouth
When it gets cold you'll migrate south

No pride to lose
No side to choose

You take the flashy route and burn out quick
Lights out like the wick on the candle stick

So you wanna make a press kit?
Be sure to mention all the shitty bands you shared the stage with
You wanna make a press kit?
Be sure to mention all the record labels that they've worked with.
You wanna make a press kit?
Make sure you drop a sweet link to a trendy site,
Man don't wanna make a press kit.

We're not playing fest

There's a couple things I'd like address
I'm not keeping score or grading tests
All the times we talked about not giving it a rest
We're not playing fest
Unless they ask us to play
Track Name: Common Place
Nothing phases me.
Like a hurricane
Spinning recklessly.
Knocking down the frames

Of a place we knew too well.
Watched you retreat to your shell.
While I massacred myself
Rightfully again.

I watched my dreams slowly slip away
From right in front of me.
You followed me and they did the same.
Became a memory.

Lights Out, new beginnings
The ice kept thinning gradually with me

Can’t get my head straight.
Living too comfortably.
Everything’s common place.
Embracing the waste in me.

So here we go again.
I’m spinning recklessly.
You pulled the carpet out.
From right under me.

The things I kept remain so close to me
Despite bad company
I never left those things you said to me
It's just a memory
Track Name: Blank Slate
So the story goes without an ending anyway
You can shut the door
Cause I never wanna be anything

Gonna keep a blank slate
So I can live a life that I don't hate
A blank slate
With nothing I'll ever have to erase

I'll stay safe, inside my house with no one else
Appeased by my own things
Another burnt rendition of myself

I'm so sick of happy endings
Can we just stop pretending

That we'll live to see ourselves find peace within?
I just can't tell if I'm alive
Track Name: Hollow Days (mfc)
Merry Fucking Christmas!
Everything’s a Business!

I lost my faith in god at age 14
deduction got the best of me
followed by apathy
I filled the void with burnt CDs

Then innocence, it turned its back on me
My conscious bursting at the seams.
And just like symmetry
the distance broadened equally.

We’re not getting any older
We’re not going anywhere
I’m more driven when I’m sober
But I’m much less self-aware

These holidays are so cliche
I'm sick of all the pageantry
And I just can't feel anything I should today

But I can feel your presence
From 20 feet away
Your glowing effervescence
Is pumping through my veins

Your smile is relentless
But I’ve got nothing to say..
It leaves me so defenseless
As you just walk away

I almost died when i was just 19
The fear it never absorbed me
A chaplain tried to comfort me.
Her leaflet helped me hold my weed.

Antiquated;
Assumed sacred;
Such a charade.

We’re all consumers
And users.
And amnesty abusers.

My penance card is all punched out
So put that wafer in your mouth

The solstice approached quick.
Soon we’ll celebrate the zenith.
A rabbit shits out eggs to say
That Jesus is undead that day.

Merry Fucking Christmas!
I hope you lose your wish list
Merry fucking Christmas.
And happy hollow days.
Track Name: Pretend
I’m so done pretending
I’m so done pretending

Breathe in, let go.
It sets in,
You’ll never go to far from home
And that’s okay

Heartless anchor
You never thanked her
Yeah, I swear I saw her eyes light up one last time.
Never was too good at say goodbye.

I’m so done pretending
This life is never ending.
And I’ve come to realize
I’ve wasted precious seconds.

Heartless anchor,
You never thanked her

I’m so done pretending
This life is never ending
And I’ve come to realize
I’ve wasted precious seconds

I’m so done pretending
This life is never ending
And I’ve come to realize
I’m a fucking burnout
Track Name: Bullshit
I can’t get your bullshit out of my head
I’ve been waiting for you to hear this.

I can’t get your bullshit out of my head
Can't forget the things you said man

I’ve been reflecting
On your dependence
It’s got me thinking
That you deserve this

I got a couple of questions to ask you:
It’s in regards to all the people that you’ve misled
how do you differ your lying from half truths?
You’re justifying everything that you’ve ever said.

Victim of circumstance,
You got a second chance,
You know I’d like to see you fall flat on your face.

Fumbling through sentences
Chemicals make you sick
So quit the shit cause I’m over it fuck

C2:
I can’t get your bullshit out of my head
you know I can ignore the things that you said and
I hope that this time you hear me.

I can’t get your bullshit out of my head
Cant ignore the things you said man

I’ve been reflecting
On your dependence
It’s got me thinking
That you deserve this

It’s such a bummer
You’re so relentless
I’m just a sucker
You’re fucking worthless

JUNKIE


I can’t get your bullshit out of my head
It's such a bummer
Track Name: Falling on Deaf Ears
how many times they told you no
and you just couldn’t let it go?
you forged your name into the headstone today

another victim on the list
another reason to be pissed.
hopeless, they tried to show you your ways

but it’s falling on deaf ears
can you even hear this?
crushed by the silence
of spineless indifference

stunned by the presence
of time that’s been passing
you’ve soiled your conscience
will you still clean the sheets

don’t rewrite my damn history

no conscience empty vessel in my head.
dance, pretend, forget, defend

it’s not my song to sing
but it’s my fight to fight
you’re still not listening,
hope you feel dead inside.

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