Midwest doom-ridden thrash punk, the first four releases in one place, cheap and easy, with a 12 page booklet with all of the lyrics and art from the vinyl releases. Limited to 300 repress, 200 of which went to the band. Other than the sticker on the front, this is exactly the same as the first pressing.
Includes unlimited streaming of Four Disc Pile-Up
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edition of 300
$5USDor more
lyrics
Wrong turn down a lonely dead end street
Cut down in your prime like a piece of meat
Dragging your torso, not realizing what's been done
Now you are cut n two, should have been strapped in
Swiftly cascading down the mountainside
A fine, crisp evening for a late night drive
Losing control as you roam around the corner
But now your vehicle flips without warning
Over the edge, plummet to your doom
Don't worry now, death will come soon
A giant crash, a massive explosion
That will be the end of your family vacation
A mild sense of closure, but still questions to ask
How did it come to this? You tried to be so careful
Maybe it was meant to be, and maybe it was random?
Doesn't really matter now, you're a charred corpse
You are dead now, in a ditch
Decapitated piece of shit
No one will miss you, no one at all
You are left to die in your car
Shoegaze overdosing on meth and caffeine pills. Every release on Cloudrat's discography is a different flavor of insanity. This one is rocky road with a twist of antifreeze. Ghuughra