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.
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lyrics
How many times have you been told?
Not to venture in the cold
To buckle up tight, lock it in good
Give yourself a chance to win the fight
Against the pavement you will slam
Down upon this ice cold street
Through the windshield you will go
Don’t be a projectile
Or the blood will start to flow
On the ground it will be yours
When you’re scraped up off the road
Because your head had to explode
You should have better fucking known
When you slammed into that car
Nothing there to hold you down
So many people die
Every single fucking year
Can’t help but start to think
That their time has come
Leaving those dumb and blind
On the road and left behind
supported by 12 fans who also own “Don't Be A Projectile”
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