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Die Hard In A Rock Place
03:11
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Inside this black box
You’ve found a living hell
Neon marks the ins & outs
And the wares that they sell
It’s on the edge of town
They don’t want you around
It’s low and mean and screams out
For the sound
It’s hard in a rock place
Wildcard in the rat race
On guard in a neck brace
That’s why you die hard in a rock place
As the night unfolds
The box sweats and swells
With faces familiar
But souls of empty shell
Amass to tribute pay
Just a role to portray
They stand and curse and moan and swear
By the ghosts of yesterday
It’s hard in a rock place
Just lard on your hot plates
Gonna starve in any case
I bet ya die hard in a rock place
They said it’d be fun
see the world and make a living to boot
But when all you see is highway and black walls
and the same rock guy night after night after night
you know that it’s hard
But what the hell, it’s just as well
Have a seat at the bar
Take a pull from my jar
and let’s hear it for the electric guitar
It’s hard in a rock place
Scarred on your fuzz face
A star in your disgrace
Die hard in a rock place
It’s hard in a rock place
Got tar and feathers on your face
Squad car on your ace
You are a die hard in a rock place
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2. |
Go For It
01:48
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If you’re ever in a bind
And you want to drink wine
Go for it
If your throat is full of choke
But it’s time to smoke
Go for it
If your boss says go to work
But he’s a god damn jerk
Throw a fit
Go for it
So you wish you had a steak
But the doc says wait
Nah, go for it
And you’re supposed to pay a bill
But you want a cheap thrill
Go for it
Don’t worry bout sleep
Take a leap
Live a bit
Go for it
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3. |
Stung By The Stinger
04:29
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In the night without light
The beast stays out of sight
Seeing well, the picture tells
Of the ways straight to hell
Moving slow, no one knows
How many days it waits to show
A death bringer, a dirge singer
You are the prey
Stung by the stinger
Feel the sting, a painful thing
Leaves you writhing
Grey skin, rot within
Due to poison
High fever, diarrhea
Your minutes few, end is near
The bell ringer and noose swinger
You’re through
Stung by the stinger
Bulging veins, vile stains
No use crying, fluids drained
Lost control, eyes roll
You are dying a death slow
Get stung
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Studz Olympia, Washington
As seen in pages of VISION QUEST, the PNW free comix quarterly.
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