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
Your band stands on stages for what seems like ages
Playing on and on it seems, so loud no one can hear the screams
Clearing out the whole room like a shit-filled sonic boom
It's time to call it quits, because nobody cares, including you
I know you won't listen, because you never have before
So let's make it crystal clear, get out the fucking door
Everyone that's here, you put on the guestlist for free
They don't care about you or your stupid fucking band
Can't you see your set's too long? Don't even have a good song
Why would you subject people to this every three or four days?
There's no signs of slowing down, you have nothing better to do
It appears to never even start, and will never have an end
Everyone that's here you put on the guestlist for free
They don't care about you or your stupid fucking band
Because you had to let in all of your so called friends
None of them will attend your fucking funeral
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