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THIS SHIT'S GOTTA STOP
I can't go on like that, I can't go on
This war against myself can't be won
I've been too long with myself and now I went too far
Unearthed bad memories, that opened up old scars
Invisible hands led me close to the cliff
Now I stare paralysed into the abyss
If my mind is a mirror, I think it's gonna crack
Who's gonna push me, who's gonna hold me back
Anger and rage
Despair and self-hate
I'm so fed up
This shit's gotta stop
I can't go on like that, I can't go on
This war against myself can't be won
Anger and rage
Despair and self-hate
I'm so fed up
This shit's gotta fucking stop
Better not call the ghosts of the past
Once they're here, they keep haunting
Why embrace the hurt
It ain't worth
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NO HOPE FOR TOMORROW
Another day, another depression
Waking up with a head full of questions
Wipe my eyes, still I can't see
Why it always has to be me
Stuck on a losing streak
That's what I am and I ever will be
Waiting for the shit to follow
No hope for tomorrow
I had my share of love and dreams
Now after all nothing waits for me
Thousand wounds that don't heal
And a heart that forgot to feel
Stuck on a losing streak
That's what I am and I ever will be
Waiting for the shit to follow
No hope for tomorrow
Another day, another depression
Waking up with a head full of questions
Thousand wounds that don't heal
And a heart that forgot to feel
Stuck on a losing streak
That's what I am and I ever will be
Waiting for the shit to follow
No hope for tomorrow
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Sick Times - Not my punk
00:57
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NOT MY PUNK
As stupid as can be
Black Flag shirts on mainstream TV
Once meant to provoke
Now ended as a damn fucking joke
Overprized merchandise
Entry fees at the club that make you wanna cry
Is something wrong with me
Or is it just simply not my century
Still there, but something's missing
It's all the same, but something is different
That's what is has become
Not my punk
Am I the only one to say
Not my punk
That's not my punk
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WORSE THAN BEFORE
Good things come to those who wait
So I sit and wonder when it's my turn
Shattered dreams line the way to my past
Everything I longed for was meant to crash and burn
All my life I have struggled and strived
Just to end up with nothing far too many times
Back to square one once more
Every fucking time it's worse than before
Each day's a lesson and this life is a test
What kind of fuckery is this
I've been patient, I've been a good boy
But all what's guaranteed for me is a kick in the ass
All my life I have struggled and strived
Just to end up with nothing far too many times
Back to square one once more
Every fucking time it's worse than before
Fuck (I wished I could say) life (brings a chance everyday, but)
Fuck (it's not like that, cause) life (is just a bitch, you know)
Fuck (the more you expect from) life (the less you get, son)
Fuck (where's the sense in) life (you keep on hoping and die)
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I FEEL GREAT
Relationshits – the way to go
You need advice, here you talk to a pro
To play the hurt game is my sick fun
I ruin everything from day one
Starts with a smile, a soft caress
As feelings grow I know it will end fast
Empty promises, the story unfolds
Tears become rivers, that's all she wrote
More and more and more
Forward to the point of no return
Stomp on your heart, make it break
Mission accomplished, I feel great
Deep affection drives me isane
You feed the fire, I quench the flame
Our kingdom of love was built to fall
I'm only happy when I lose it all
More and more and more
Forward to the point of no return
Stomp on your heart, make it break
Mission accomplished, I feel great
Sweet nothings – big lies
My laughs – your cries
In the bed of roses I slept on thorns
But the wounds keep bleeding, now that you're gone
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Sick Times - Get me out
00:57
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GET ME OUT
Four walls surround me like a womb of concrete
Locked in my private hell of self-hate and deceit
The more I think
The deeper I sink
Get me out
All the messages and calls, my phone's set to ignore
With this world outside I can't identify no more
The more I think
The deeper I sink
Get me out
At night I cannot sleep
Toss and turn, while I'm digging deep
What this shit is about
Kick in the door and get me out
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PULL THE PLUG
Load it, shoot it, please let it end
Feels like I'm going over the edge
Hoping, waiting, but the shit doesn't stop
Grant me peace and pull the plug
Grind through the days 24/7
Human robot, controlled and programmed
Tomorrow it's over, I wake up and it's not
Has it ever been different, I think I forgot
Load it, shoot it, please let it end
Feels like I'm going over the edge
Hoping, waiting, but the shit doesn't stop
Grant me peace and pull the plug
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STILL FEEL I BELONG
Fuck, man, how have you been
It's been a while, that we saw Sheer Terror play
25 years ago or even more
This place used to be our second home
Still feel I belong
Don't tell me, that I'm wrong
Still feel I belong, I belong
Old songs for old men
That we've become, though I don't feel like this
You brought your son, ey, does he like the tunes
I think Paul sucks tonight, but's cool to be here with you
Still feel I belong
Don't tell me, that I'm wrong
Still feel I belong, I belong
We grew up together
We were in it together
Though life came in the way
This one common love remains
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PUNKS, WORK OUT SOME MORE
I'm only happy in the gym
I wanna look like James Pligge of Harm's Way
Hear me grunting in the squat
Put on more weight on the barbell until I collapse
Comon Punks, work out some more
Be in shape when you pass out on the floor
I was a fatty, I was skinny
But I found I there's nothing more pretty
Than the big hulk in the mirror
With a six pack belly and a six pack of beer
Comon Punks, work out some more
Be in shape when you pass out on the floor
This is a motivation song
For the ugly and strong
Get wasted tonight
But first: Go exercise
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NOT THIS TIME
Fucked up beyond all recognition
Flatlined, zero fucks given
Bury the past, I can't hold on
You've been living in my head far too long
Ties that bind
Cut them off, leave everything behind
Gotta get out here quick before I'm getting sick
You won't hurt me this time
Fucked up beyond all recognition
Flatlined, zero fucks given
Bury the past, I can't hold on
You've been living in my head far too long
Ties that bind
Cut them off, leave everything behind
Gotta get out here quick before I'm getting sick
You won't hurt me this time
Not this time
Not this time
Not this time
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TWO WORDS, ONE FINGER
To all you jerks, to all you liars
Sick conspiracists, truth deniers
To all you shit brained tards who think to know best
Go crawl back under your rock, gimme some rest
Listen up, I keep it simple
Two words, one finger
Strong advice, you better consider
Two words, one finger
To all you dickheads, to all you haters
Keyboard warriors, trash commentators
To all you shit stirrers, come on, kiss my ass
You want attention, I couldn't care less
Listen up, I keep it simple
Two words, one finger
Strong advice, you better consider
Two words, one finger
This more than just having a bad day
All I want is you to stay away
Talk is over and my patience gone
Watch my hands for the final line
Fuck you
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Bug Attack - Zombies
00:57
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Bug Attack - Geschichten
01:38
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Bug Attack - Künstler
01:14
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Bug Attack - Köter
01:30
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