Misanthropy

by Positive Junk

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released December 5, 2014

Tylar Atkins - Vox/Drums/Guitars
J West - Vox/Bass

Recorded & Mixed @ The Shed by - Tylar Atkins
Mastered by O. Fields.

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Track Name: Sent To Coventry
Grey buildings decay with an acid rain kiss,
Cracked city streets falling deeper into remiss,
I know it’s not much, but we call it home…
From the north-side, down to central!
Our city, our story, our dying scene,
Unity through music, is it all a dream?
There’s too much to divide, we’re running out of time,
Tell me where is your god now?

God doesn’t live here anymore,
There’s no better place, cause we’re all rotten to the core
And there’s no hope!
God doesn’t live here anymore,
An I still find it hard to believe, that we can’t all live in peace,
No there’s no hope!

Welcome to the city of peace and tranquillity,
We roam the streets in a false reality,
Broken folk, from broken homes,
Broken dreams at the bottom of a bottle…
Grey people decay in their ignorant bliss,
This city is lost and no one will be missed,
I know it’s not much but we call it home… Yeah!

Chorus

No hope, no faith, it’s all been laid to waste,
No work, no play, the same shit every day,
Chewed up, spat out, were not the ones to blame,
No pride, just hate, good times have gone away!

Chorus
Track Name: What Is This Life?
What is this life?
When you can’t stay here but you can’t go home,
Your stuck, your stuck… You’re fucking stuck!
What is this life?
Living off spare change, is it ever gonna’ change,
My pockets are as empty as your soul!

I’ve got no money, I’ve got no cash,
I’ll just waste my days, sitting on my ass,
I’ve got no money, I’ve got no cash,
So will you pick me up, pick me up and be my salvation!

What is this life?
Its all one big joke and I think I’m gonna’ choke,
But as long as i’ve got my tunes then I’ll be fine…

Here me now…
Spare some change man, spare some hope,
I need a little more for another line of coke,
I’m still numb, got no feelings I don’t care if I die,
Cause I’ll be alright once I’m flying high…
Show some love man, have a little heart,
I’m down on my luck and I don’t know where to start,
I’ve got the rude girls screaming, red stripe by my side,
Cops on my back… What is this life?

Chorus

What is this life?
I got a hole in the head and I shoulda’ stayed in bed,
Life sucks, life sucks… life fucking sucks!
What is this life?
Everything’s gone wrong, another hit from the bong,
It clears my head and frees my mind so I feel alright…

Chorus
Track Name: Positive Drug Story
I light up another, my lungs start to fill
I pass to the left, I get handed a pill
I swallow the sucker with a swig of my beer
Living life on the edge cause the end is...

Now I’m stuck in the corner, I'm rushing like fuck
There's blurs all around me, I'm tryin' ta skin up
My hand's won't stop shaking, the pill's kicking in
I stand up n' cheer face possessed with a grin, yeah!

Pupil's dilated, my mind is a mess
I can't see for shit, I just have to guess
My legs feel like jelly, I can barely get up
Getting closer to death but I don't give a fuck

Dancing like rejects, the rush settles down
We're all getting along with no sign of a frown
Confidence fly's, heart to heart's all around
Now my feet have landed firmly on the ground

Vibin' to jungle taking hit's from the bong
This is our drug story, it's the name of the song
Now inhale the goodshit, send your troubles away
Skin up another zoot for the end of the day, yeah!

Positive drug story
Positive drug story
Positive drug story
Positive drug story
Track Name: The Last Three Years (Ft. Gang Control)
The last three years, all wasted days,
From the top of the world to the middle of an ash tray
I hate my life, what I’ve become…
I look in the mirror and regret what I’ve just…
All this time I’ve been fading away,
Picking up roaches, friendships in decay, yeah
I need a change, it’s all the same
Stuck in a routine of going nowhere fast…
Wish I could go back on my mistakes,
Cause living in the past is a waste of your headspace,
Put down the joint man, stop thinking back
Your getting deeper and deeper and going nowhere fast…

I’ll wait, till the end of my days… (Why am I waiting?)
There’s nothing more for me to say…

In these last three years of mine, I’ve wasted all my time,
Forgive yourself for your mistakes… (Your mistakes!)
The key to progression, is realisation
Suck it up man, think of the future
It’s not all bad, just move forward
And forget these last three years… Go!

(Sakke)
Every day I wake up with a smile on my face,
But as the day goes on its fading away
Drinking and smoking and thinking to much
We’re supposed to grow up but what’s the rush?
I smoke weed every day!
To keep reality at bay, to keep the white coats at bay,
Torn between despair and the will to make a change,
But we keep the PMA and live to fight another day!
Track Name: Inhale The Goodshit, Exhale The Bullshit!
I fight against the elements, just to see my man
Through rain or shine or day or night just for another gram
An every time I get the urge, addiction beats me down
It's not what I want, but what I need,
To clear my head and float out of this town...

Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
To clear my head and float out of this town...

I can't get enough of the feeling when I smoke loads of weed
I drop to my knees and I worship the seed
I think I'm an addict to a certain degree,
Cause every minute, every hour is 420 too me!

Roll up, roll up, lay the good stuff inside,
Take your rizla in hand, put your worries aside,
Now lick up da' paper with a twist at the end,
An spark up the zoot now and pass to a friend...

Inhale, Exhale...
Toke, Toke, Keep toking
Inhale, Exhale...
Toke, Toke, Keep toking.... Yeah!

Po-Po on our back as-if we did something wrong,
If they smoked it too yeah, we would all get along
If your caught with a ten its just a slap on the wrist,
If your caught with an eighth there's a whole lot you'll miss...

Roll up, roll up, lay the good stuff inside,
Take your rizla in hand, put your worries aside,
Now lick up da' paper with a twist at the end,
An spark up the zoot now and pass to a friend...

Inhale, Exhale...
Toke, Toke, Keep toking
Inhale, Exhale...
Toke, Toke, Keep toking.... Yeah!

Inhale the good shit, Exhale the bullshit,
Inhale the good shit...
Toke, Toke, keep toking... Yeah!
Track Name: 9000 Actions
Breaking my back just to pay the rent,
Repetitive bullshit, all those hours spent,
On getting high & living the dream,
This life we lead aint' all it seems.

Counting down the hours till my time is up,
Is it really worth it? Do I give a fuck?
Slave away 8 hours a day, itle all be worth it when I get paid!

9000 actions, we're working hard and sweating out,
Our hands are tied, but what else can we do?
9000 actions, we're sick and tired just getting by,
The ends in sight, but what else can we do?

But what else can we do?

Government man keep on calling me up,
Talkin' bout what I owe when i'm getting fucked up,
My bank accounts empty, all my cards are maxed,
Cause I've been over-worked & I've been over-taxed.

What you gonna do when the game is up?
It's cost us our homes, now were all bankrupt,
With a suit and tie your sure to thrive,
Whilst I struggle and strive just to stay alive!

9000 actions, we're working hard and sweating out,
Our hands are tied, but what else can we do?
9000 actions, we're sick and tired just getting by,
The ends in sight, but what else can we do?

But what else can we do?
Toke, Toke, keep toking... Yeah!
Track Name: Blood Money
You say jump, they say how high,
When the whole countries pre-occupied,
We’re robbed again by the capitalist state,
Selling your blood at a premium rate
We’re taxed in life, we’re taxed in death,
Whilst the whole country is in distress
Don’t believe the lies, can’t trust the flag
Think of the future that we could have had…

There’s blood on your hands tonight,
The economy is crumbling and the walls are caving in, again…

Democracy, more like tyranny
See what I see, when you fuck society
Our unity, your notoriety
I can’t believe the greed, when you fuck society!

Just when is enough, enough
What do you think we won’t call your bluff?
I can’t believe a word they preach,
You fucking lied, it’s out of reach!
We’re taxed in life, we’re taxed in death,
Whilst the whole country is in distress
Don’t believe the lies, can’t trust the flag
Think of the future that we could have had…

There’s blood on your hands tonight,
The economy is crumbling and the walls are caving in, again…

Democracy, more like tyranny
See what I see, when you fuck society
Our unity, your notoriety
I can’t believe the greed, when you fuck society!

Stand for nothing and you’ll fall for anything…
Track Name: Too Many Cops, Too Little Justice
(No looking back!)
You’ve crossed a thin blue line,
No honesty, integrity, reprisal for your crimes,
Your all thugs, the criminal class
Cause everybody knows that the law deals grass
There’s no trust, old habits die hard
Discriminate, incriminate just disregard for our rights,
We’ve got none anymore, a slap in the face for the rich mans whore!

Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey… Another story of police brutality…
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey… Swing away and watch that sucker scream…

We won’t, back down,
Too many cops and too little justice,
Hold up, sit the fuck down,
This is your final hour now…

Just a gangster with a gun and a badge,
Your all power junkies with an ego to match, yeah
You throw your weight like a perp to the ground,
Take down our names then go in for the pound…
So tell me man when is it gonna’ stop?
Unlawful killing and a death by a cop, yeah
So jump around and move your feet,
An get on down to the crack rock steady beat!
Track Name: Autocracy
Don’t be fooled by the lies they feed,
They spread their poison and they’re planting their seed,
The BNP’s marching on our streets,
It’s gotta stop or histories doomed to repeat
Whatever happened to equality?
Brothers and sisters we were born to be free,
But still you judge our minority,
Just open your eyes, we can live in unity!

Fuck your hate filled policies, we won’t back down
The cancer of our society, let’s cut it out…
Let’s cut it out…

You’re the plague of our society,
The infestation of our towns and cities,
Mindless Nazis plague the street,
Lets smash it now before the countries on its knees…
Don’t get taken by the hate they preach
Stop the fascists, stop em’ spreading their reach
There’s to much fight and no retreat
It’s gotta stop, we’ll show you who’s elite!

Black and white equality, we’re standing proud
Fuck your hate filled autocracy,
You fly the flag, we’ll burn it down!
Track Name: Ill Gotten Gains (Ft. Officer Down)
(All you do is take!)
You’re the all for one and none for all,
You build us up just to watch us fall

(You are deceit!) The blood-stained suit and tie,
You think us fools but we see through your lies…

Why call it change when it stays the same?
We’re just pawns, we can play along or change the game
When did it change all along the way?
We’re led astray… Ill gotten gains…

The lies… Is this the price we pay to be victimised?
By your crimes… We’ll fight, for what’s right…

(Officer Down)
You shame all the others around you,
But you never take the blame,
These fiends lurk in the darkness,
Cuts from a silent blade…
Taken from this death grip hand,
A prize for all this forgotten land,
It’s your fault now, it’s all your pain,
First response, Ill gotten gains!

The lies… Is this the price we pay to be victimised?
By your crimes… We’ll fight, for what’s right…
You do it for yourself, don’t care about anyone else
You line your pockets, we rot in hell…

You line your pockets with the blood of the innocent
You give us nothing, we give you everything…