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Absurdus Returnus

by Captain Three Leg / Ghostbusters

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Is there any reason to believe That there's any sign of hope? Just can't see any sort of truth Surrounded by a mass commercial People have no fucking clue Fall for it every single time Don't even have to be force fed Being lame is a need Is this just a start? Or has it always been? A gradual transition Through annihilation At first I figured it was me Maybe just getting old But I think there's more to it Media being bought and sold A mutation of our culture Dumbing everything down If this proceeds to happen Nothing original around Only copies of copies Each one weaker than the last There will be nothing left Just absent blank thought Could we let this happen? It was not in our control Always being monitored By an outside interest Who we shall never know But, still we're bought and sold To the highest power The one who holds the cards We weren't even dealt in
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You haven't long now Don't you see? Life has been a build up This is not a tragedy Lying back on your death bed Staring at the ceiling It was you who caused it all Death upon yourself from the fall Down the stairs Your whole body went Pain just wont stop It wont relent Can't even remember A life without pain Don't know why you waited this long Should have thrown in the towel long ago Just didn't have it in you To make the final throw Waiting and waiting Life's so frustrating Nobody came Everybody left
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Crying in your fuckin' beer Your glass is full of fuckin' tears He's got no job, she's got no home Always asking to use my phone Pat yourself on the back Cus your life is fuckin' whack Digging yourself an early grave Life's a bitch and you're it's slave Nobody, nobody, nobody Cares about you Got no money, on the run You're a mooch, you fuckin' bum Get a job, stand up straight Get up early, don't be late Back to the bar cus you lost your job Way to go, you fuckin' slob Don't worry about being late Your life is done, you've sealed your fate Got no money, on the run You're a mooch, you fuckin' bum Get a job, stand up straight Get up early, don't be late Jumping off the diving board The pool is empty, hit the floor Total wipe out, blood and fury Totally fucked, now no worries
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Thinking you're so cool because you are from the coast Big city living is just the fucking most Move away from all your family and friends Must not be that important to you Now you're there, no way to pay the rent Surely your mouth was heaven sent Get down on your knees and proceed to suck Doing whatever you can just to make a buck This is not what you had in mind It was gonna be the greatest time Standing front row at every show Now you're just a total fucking ho I guess the change really wasn't that hard You never really had much to offer anyway Probably better that you just moved on Gave me an excuse to write this song
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We don't need you We don't want you Coming to a show Always throwing blows Nobody gets a chance To enjoy the show You're the one who needs to go Just go now
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Comatose way of life Embracing total bliss Chili stains on my shirt And mustard stains on my jeans Sloppy burritos abound With some shit to wash it down Six pack and a pound Where's a toilet? I'm bathroom bound Victimized by grease Perpetuating obesity I have nothing left But a bucket of chicken wings Vengeance reigns with hot sauce Chilling visions of my mortality Reality cuts like a knife Like the knife I use to cut my cake The cheeseburger reaper descends upon me Arteries are clogged, my left arm is numb His greasy fingers clutch my heart Don't call an ambulance, please call the colonel
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Fuck your line beard You look silly in your Affliction shirt You ride Harleys, it says on your shirt Not getting laid, without a doubt You are worthless, take yourself out
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We are here with some news Sometimes you'll try, but you'll always lose Get on your feet and try again To get beat down, you'll never win It is easier to just not try Lay around only wondering why Life has dealt you a cruddy hand Stand the fuck up and fight like a man
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Toot toot, here comes the fucking train Along with a group that's so fucking lame I wouldn't get too close or it will make you puke A stench beyond any that you've ever smelled before They will ask you if you have a place to stay But don't bring them home cus they'll never go away A Free ride is all they're looking for Some you might even have to drag out the door Able-bodied people Lazy as can be If you don't believe me Just you wait and see Wont even take an easy job Total fucking worthless motherfucking slob They say they're freegan, but they don't like meat Still consider fresh roadkill to be a fucking treat Argue up and down about something they just heard Now you are starting to hope they will go away Drank your last beer and didn't even chip in Now it's time to take this situation down Start breaking skulls so this never happens again Nobody deserves to deal with this shit Heads burst open - like a squashed fruit Shouldn't be so easy - but it's great, it is Must be their body's - weak and fucking frail The cops will be so happy - fucking never go to jail Just dump all their bodies at the local train yard Cover them with Night Train and set them ablaze They will think that it was a total accident This kind of shit happens all the time When all you do is waste your fucking time Sit around and drink beer and consume wine You will never bother anyone again Certainly not me or any of my friends
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Look the fuck out This plane's going down Where's the fucking exits My shoes can't be found This shit's in flames Where's my friends? Looks like I'm dying This is the end Fuckin' fuckin' gonna die Fuckin' fuckin' gonna fry
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You failed again Your life is fucked Burn every bridge you cross You have no brain You have no friends Do you even know how to read? It must be fucked To have no mind Are your organs functioning? What's with you And your fucked attitude? The fucking hammer's coming down Have you ever fucking thought about dying? Nothing in your life is even worth trying Your life is on the ropes and you're getting beaten You are a load that should have been eaten
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released March 20, 2014

Tracks 1-11 = Captain Three Leg

Recorded July 21, 2013 on a Fostex XR-7 Multitracker with additional overdubs done much later on Reaper. The snare and overhead mics were both recorded on the same track. Because of this, the crash cymbal is too loud in the mix. Deal with it.

Thanks to Andrew and Nate for making the drive to scream over this shit, Ghostbusters for the split, Dan Hutchison for helping those clowns with their recording and getting me off the hook, Joshua Hartnett for the over art, Tom Kemp - just because, Housepig and J. Randall for his continued interest in our music.

Nate - Screaming Abuse
Andrew - Gruff As Fuck
Andy - Things With Strings
Brian - Beating On Shit
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Tracks 12-21 = Ghostbusters

All songs recorded in October + November, 2013 by Dan Hutchison except "Night Of The Lycanthrope", recorded by Matt Mutt.

Thanks to Tom Kemp for the logo, Dan and Mutt for recording, Josh Hartnett for the cover art, Captain Three Leg, Andy for pretty much doing everything, Andrew for playing that show with us, Nate for everything he's done for the scene over the years and for being my homie, Annie, Amanda, Kyle, Mark, Jenny, the cheeseburger reaper and anyone who hasn't punched me in my smart fucking mouth.

General Shermann would like to thank himself, Black Sabbath, Poison Idea & Sadistik Exekution. No thanx to street punk & "core" bands. Go play with your hair some more. That shit ain't punk.

Morbo - Carrying On & Toxic Waste Barrels
General Shermann - 666 Bulldozer Bass & Hellocaust Vomits
Jimmy - Axe & Carrying On

Dedicated to Jeff Metal.

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