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Captain Three Leg / Traffic Death

by Traffic Death / Captain Three Leg

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1.
Another routine traffic stop Waiting for some bullshit cop Asking me to open my window Acting smug as fucking usual Do you know why I pulled you over? No and I don’t really fucking care Now it’s your life that’s going nowhere I’m getting sick of sending you Eighty fucking dollars To an entire department Of total worthless cowards It’s expected to bitch about cops Because they act like total jocks Unleashed violence on the innocent Now it will turn into an incident All I did was not see the speed change Now I’m in jail at risk of being re arranged That pig didn’t like being called a piece of shit Now here I will remain rotting in this fucking pit An inmate with no fucking identity Just the simple number they gave me But one day ill get out of this hole And that’s when I’ll find you on patrol
2.
Come to our city and look down on us Because the place you moved is so hip Not even from there or anywhere Nobody will miss you where you once lived I might be from nowhere USA But I like it just fine anyway I’d say go back home but there is no place to go Not wanted in the place that you dwell Couldn’t have gotten out of there fast enough Not even trying help the place grow When you return hoping to be saved You will be the one with no place to go
3.
Cannot hear the moans of a now dying race And there’s no way I’m going to take its Place Because we are all part of the same species With an endless history filled with feces Choking on the smoke, breathing it in Now the real suffering is about to begin Nobody can foresee all the death that befalls Every last human that lives within its walls Piles of bodies high as can be There is death as far as eyes can see In no time all nature will devour Cover up existence with its inhuman power At least when it’s over that will be it And still the world will have been full of shit You hoped it would end and now it has But you’ve been left behind with all of mankind Worms eat the flesh and shit out the waste Insects survive and repopulate at will Nobody left to try and seize control Just a world left to exist all alone Of course one day a species will arise And try to obtain everything in its eyes But nothing lasts forever as you can see How stupid can an entire race be? All one needs to do it take a good look around You will see we should be buried underground Radiation leaks in through your thick skull All the while wondering why you are so dull You have nothing of interest to anyone else I’d say its time to consider killing yourself But you wont have to the work has been done Still a choice that’s made day to day And now the human race will end this way
4.
Try as you might, try as you may But you will not take me down today Some days you might be strong On others I am stronger But I will not take it any longer Bought the ticket now take the ride Sure it will get scary but don’t hide Face to face with your biggest fear Hold on tight now steering clear Time for another ride so hold on tight On and on through the endless night Brought to the forefront of my mind Worries go away for a brief time Bought the Ticket now take the ride Sure it will get scary but don’t hide Face to face with your biggest fear Hold on tight now steering clear
5.
Brain boiling over at an unmistakable rate Must find a solution before it’s to late Common sense no longer common just a blur Can’t follow further but to late to turn back Moving forward but somehow left behind Caught up but not tied down Going to traverse on solid ground Make the way for unbalanced earth No place to stand, no place to go Back and forth answers never no Content in Turmoil, decent is the only solution Is that sound coming from up or down? There is but one way to ever find it out Crawling in to the darkness The depths are endless and vast You have been left to suffer With all of mankind
6.
Traffic letting up the speed starts to increase An end has been put to your sense of peace The road may be long and the turns are quite hard Bodies will lay dead with every piece, every shard Shoulder begins to narrow as you veer around the bend No possible foresight, your life is about to end The ridge drops down off the side of the road Soon finding out hoping not to explode Other motorists must have seen something when you went down Off the side of the road you quickly skid into the ditch Leaving proof that there once was a car into the darkness you have been left inverted and all but fucking dead Is it possible for a belt to be so hard to release? Maybe you can wriggle free from this hunk of steel There is still a chance the gas line didn’t rip Screaming as loud as you can from deep within Looking for survivors not knowing you’re alone No one else screams and yours fall on deaf ears Not sure if anyone saw you as the road took you down Now your car has been left overturned upside down
7.
Contagions flowing from the rivers below Fumes coming down from the skies above Air is now not breathable all water now undrinkable What will be next seems so unthinkable But what is to come when reason is gone And all that is left is death all around Screaming out but you hear not a sound This should be criminal but who to convict When there is no law and no survivors Order no longer found just the order of nature Never was there going to be another way Consider yourself lucky, to die from the fumes Part of the endless billions encased in their tombs Streets are filled with corpses, soon to rot away No future for a dying world, no more life today Eardrums are punctured from the atomic blasts Eyes have melted away from the seering light Hair is falling out from the radiation levels Skin has turned to jelly and begins to fall off You thought for sure you wouldn’t suffer this way Why is it still possible to feel all this pain? Will this ever end, will it ever go away Either way it turns out the world is gone today
8.
Compromising state of mind lax in every way Generating a clear path living day to day Moving on, moving forward to the next thing Echoes of the past may bleed like a bell rings Still have stressful days still have to pay the bills Still I hear you scream, Still I hear you say Longing for the good old days that have long since past Sometimes still struggling with some ways to cope Silence isn’t always golden which noise always proves Sending chills down my spine so I can unwind Horrendous deeds shall come and go, that might just be true But as sure as things begin they are sure to end Where dreams have died and promises went unfulfilled Spending time going backward to the distant past The end of the day the acid still churns within Burns like a raging fire down in my throat Bewildered by the outcome at the end of it all Thought for sure I would have been dead by now Whether flying down the road or walking down the street Still somehow I live and deaths the one who retreats Couldn’t really ask for more but maybe I should Needing more income than time will allow No way to make it but no chance I’m going to fail Guess it’s not so bad as long as I am not in jail Still serving time for this life long sentence Hoping to get time served but I have no appeals For I was found guilty for a crime I did commit The crime was being born in this world of shit Putting together the pieces so they will fit Never quite sure how many ones I am missing Sometime you have to force them to stay in place As long as they don’t fall apart there is still a chance Still my mind is compromised but I can make it work Just have to imagine it all turns out all right Otherwise what is the point and why even bother But I doubt this reasoning just about every day
9.
Strike their hearts with fear and panic Make them open up their wallets The fear of death, there’s nothing greater Buy shit now, or regret it later It’s a paranoia sales pitch Buy while there’s still time Jugs of water stacked about Shit tickets and batteries Porno mags and hunting knives Generator gassed up for the year
10.
Never do more than a couple of takes Increasing the fuzz to hide our mistakes Rehearsal and practice, waste of fucking time Bury those mistakes until it sounds fine Play it faster than before Definition out the door Cram it all together fast Blunders buried under blasts of noise
11.
Piling on the perfume To cover up your funk It’s the only way to get a chick To fondle your junk A cloud of toxic fumes Contaminated skin It’s the furthest thing from natural Giving your privates a chemical bath Bar of soap not strong enough You’re poisoning your dick
12.
In every year of every style There’s always been a heaping pile of shit
13.
You put your kid in onesies That are screened with your favorite bands He’s gonna be a punk rock kid Just like his dumb old man Mohawks at two years old Little versions of yourself Teach them to throw the horns Impress your stupid friends Scene points rack up Stop manipulating your fucking kids And let them find interests of their own
14.
You go to all the shows But you never go inside In back by the dumpster Is where you always hide Your dreadlocks and bad breath Tell people where you are You smell like someone’s turd That’s been dipped in PBR Diving in the dumpster Retrieving empty cans Why bother showing up If you aren’t watching the bands?
15.
Seven layer burritos are delicious as hell They're the best thing on the menu at Taco Bell There's a proper way to do it when you're ready to eat Better do it right to stop the transference of heat Lettuce and tomato on top Gotta eat them cold before you get to the beans Empty out a packet of sauce One for each bite, or even more, if you please Don't look like a gringo when it comes to your food Should be pounding down burritos with the methods approved
16.
Patiently waiting for you to finish your set At the edge of my seat with car keys in hand You announce your last song Make my way to the door Grit my teeth at the crowd As they shout for one more Haven’t you fucking played long enough?
17.
The sex has gone stale So you liven things up Introduction of role play Each night, a new fuck Just can’t wait for night Bedroom boredom Eee-yowwwwwwww! Yowwwww! Freak with me, babe, but don’t turn on the lights Bedroom boredom Meow Wholesome and pure Until you’re off of your feet You’re a saint on the streets And Satan in the sheets
18.
Tuck in those knees and take a dive We're going to the public pool It's teeming with filth of the human kind Chlorine only does so much To clean the scum from unwashed butts Sweat and boogers watered down Surround you as you swim around It might be clean, but it's still a bit of shit
19.
Text books open Pants around his knees
20.
Penetrated deep against my will
21.
The more I think of death The harder I get
22.
You gave up the band when you tied the knot Middle-aged man with a recent divorce Give it another try But your kids think you're fucking lame
23.
Trying hard to keep it clean It's fucking hard, you know what I mean Back and forth, I rearrange These lyrics are a fucking pain This shit that's scribbled on the page It's dumb as fuck, a fucking waste Does anyone even read this shit?
24.
Too hard for some, and for others, too soft Existing in that middle ground Keep it sick, or keep it down Playing it safe is fucking weak Commit to something or fuck off
25.
No fucking shade Not getting laid No visual aides To masturbate Fucked off in art class Never learned how to draw Shipwrecked and horny With noone to ball Improvised porno With a stick in the sand Crudely drawn titties Work that dick with your hand
26.
Stop inviting me to your shows What is this, fucking amateur night? You've got to start somewhere I know how it goes To work out the bugs, takes too much time I'm not listening to a work in progress If you were any fucking good You'd already be signed The underground sucks You fuck up too much Your recordings are fucked I'm not going to listen to your shit
27.
Went through school without a single friend Life is hell, so you bring it to an end Date picked out to to end the pain But Kurt went first, and beat you at your own game Your hatred for Nirvana saved your fucking life
28.
You just get in the way Here you are, but why? You can’t see for shit Can’t even fucking drive Pulling out your checkbook And holding up the line You think you know everything Complaining all the time Elderly and obsolete Hurry up and fucking die
29.
Agree to do a split But it never fucking happens TALK SHIT DEAD SPLIT Ran your mouth too many times They tell you to go get fucked
30.
Deaf guys in band shirts Signing 'til their hands hurt Signing out the lyrics But always out of time How do you decide which bands you fucking like? When you can't fucking hear them No matter how hard you try? You'll always be a poser Cuz you're fucking deaf
31.
Violence on TV It’s a tragedy Afraid to show a boob Afraid of someone’s knob So you turn those cameras on Hoping bloodshed never stops A slipple of a nipple And the country goes insane Then you turned the TV off And you rubbed it 'til you came It’s what we want So give it up We spend our lives In the pursuit of naked flesh
32.
You should be crunching numbers Instead of crushing skulls ‘The Accountant' of the Horseman You were so fucking dull I'd bet if you could turn back time And change the circumstances You’d choose a life of tranquility Spine-busting those finances Mr. Arn Anderson A CPA that deals in pain From the ring to behind a desk At last
33.
I pick up my guitar And I’m overcome with shame It’s more than crust being boring as fuck The songs all sound the same It’s fucking lame It sounds so damn familiar Because I’ve written this riff before It was just a couple months ago But here it is once more It was on our split with Dysmorfic It's all a bunch of shit Pulling from the same bag of tricks Over and over again Doing the exact same fucking thing And expecting different results
34.
Malcom Young died - He's fucking dead Jerry Lewis died - He's fucking dead Adam West died - He's fucking dead Chuck Berry died - He's fucking dead Mary Tyler Moore - She's fucking dead

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released April 30, 2019

Tracks 1-8 = Traffic Death
Recorded by Jeff Stone at Third Scoop Studios, January, 2019. Mastered by Carl Saff.

Andrew Smeltzer - Bass + Vox
Brian Greenfield - Drums
Luke Rauch - Guitars
Nate Phillips - Vox

Cover art by Viral Graphics.
Layout by Nate Phillips.
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Tracks 9-34 = Captain Three Leg
Recorded with Reaper August 18th, 2016. Vocals recorded February, 2018, mixed March, 2018 and mastered by Eric Trude in April, 2018.

Brian - Vocals
Andy - Bass, Guitar + Vocals
Ivo - Drums
Colin T., Mason, Paul, Ry-Animator - Guest Vocals

Cover and center label art by Ry-Animator.
Doodles, lettering and layout by Andy.

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