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  Maxwell Murder [top | next]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederiksen
Duration - 1:26
Maxwell can tell he's in hell
He just wants you to visit him there
Same old game that he's playing
His rules are never fair

Nobody want to look back
Everybody want to get high tonight before they run out of time
Where's the felon, the chargiale felon
The name of the crook who committed the crime

9-9-9 if you really want the truth
Dial 9-9-9 if you can't see it through
He ain't Jack the Ripper
He's your ordinary crook
Calling maxwell murder for you

Maxwell got ahand in this plan
He knows who you are in this plan
Shop the rock before you bought it
Sickness Maxwell knows you caught it

Nobody want to look back
Everybody want to get high tonight before they run out of time
Where's the felon, the chargiale felon
The name of the crook who committed the crime!

9-9-9 if you really want the truth
Dial 9-9-9 if you can't see it through
He ain't Jack the Ripper
He's your ordinary crook
Calling maxwell murder for you

Dial 9-9-9 if you really want the truth
Dial 9-9-9 if you can't see it through
He ain't Jack the Ripper
He's your ordinary crook
Calling maxwell murder for you
  The 11th Hour [top | prev. | next]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederiksen & Eric Dinn
Duration - 2:28
Hey little sister
Do you know what time it was
When you finally seen all your broken dreams
Come crashing down your door
They demand an answer and they demand it quick
Or the questions fade and the wasted days
Come crawling back for more
And I say: "Do you know where the power lies?"
And who pulls the strings
Do you know where the power lies
I say: "It starts and ends with you"

The face of isolation
Well, that's one you recognize
Well, you can't get straight
It's a lonely place and it's one you do despise
Boredom is for sale now and helplessness you feel
It's a wounded dove and the hawks are above
Blood splattered on a reel to reel

And I say: "Do you know where the power lies?"
And who pulls the strings
Do you know where the power lies
It starts and end with you

I was almost over, my world was almost gone
In a sudden rush I could almost touch the things that I'd done wrong
My sungle's made of concrete through silence I could feel
My aim is true and I will walk on through these mountains made of steel

And I say: "Do you know where the power lies?"
And who pulls the strings
Do you know where the power lies
I say: "It starts and ends with you"
It starts and ends with you
I say:"It starts and ends with you"

  Roots Radicals [top | prev. | next]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederiksen
Duration - 2:48
Took the 60 bus out of downtown Cambell
Ben Zandito he was on there he was waitin' for me
All the punk rockers and the moon stompers are out on the corners
Where they sparing for change

I started thinkin' you know I started drinkin'
You know I don't remember too much of that day
Somethin' struck me funny when we ran out of money
Where do you go now when your only 15

With the music execution and the talk of revolution
It bleeds in me and it goes
Give 'em the boot, the roots the radicals
Give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo

The radio was playin'
Desmon Dekker was singin' on the 49 bus
As we climb up the hill
Nothin' incoming but the reggae drummin'
And we all come from unloving homes
I say: why even bother
I pick up the bottle
Mr. bus driver please let these people on
Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl
My blurry vision saw nothin' wrong

With the music execution and the talk of revolution
It bleeds in me and it goes
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the radicals
Give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..

Took the 60 bus out of downtown Cambell
Ben Zandito he was on there he was waitin' for me
All the punk rockers and the moon stompers are out on the corners
Where they sparing for change
There's a really old plan, they keep stuck on singing
And the 49 bus climbed up on the hill
Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl
My blurry vision saw nothin' wrong

With the music execution and the talk of revolution
It bleeds in me and it goes
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the radicals
Give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo
Give 'em the boot, the roots the radicals
Give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical
Give 'em the boot, the roots, The reggae on my stereo
  Time Bomb [top | prev. | next]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederiksen
Duration - 2:24
If you wanna make the move then you better come in
It's just the ability to reason that wears so thin
Living and dying and the stories that are true
The secrets to a good life is knowing when you're through

Black coat, white shoes, blackhat, cadillac
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, blackhat, cadillac
The boy's a time bomb

He's back in the hole where they got him living
Like a rat but he's smarter than that nine lives like a cat
Take him to the youth authority home
First thing you learn is that you got to make it in this world alone

Black coat, white shoes, blackhat, cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, blackhat, cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb

Now he's gotten out, he's gotten free, he's gotta go
Gotta car, he's only 21 years old he's runnin' #'s from the bar
His pager's beepin', he's got in deep in
What ever he can move on in you know that kid's a creepin' in

Black coat, white shoes, blackhat, cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, blackhat, cadillac
The boy's a time bomb
The boy's a time bomb

Tears come from the razor that's been tattooed below his eye
His mother cries she knows that he is strong enough to die
He's rollin' in the Cadillac it's midnight
Sunroof is down, three shots rung out the herd's deal
The new king is crowned.

Black coat, white shoes, blackhat, cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, blackhat, cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, blackhat, cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, blackhat, cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb

Time bomb
  Olympia WA [top | prev. | next]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederiksen
Duration - 3:31
Hangin' out with Lars on 6th street
He knew that I was in trouble
I was feeling much like the devil
There was something burnin' deep inside of me
Ran into three Puerto Ricans
These girls took us to the funhouse
Where we played a lonely pinball machine

Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way
New York City, well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia...

I'm having a hard time understanding
It gets all too demanding
She's all gone and I'm stranded
Something burning deep inside of me
All I know it's 4'o'clock and
She ain't never showed up and
I watched a thousand people go home from work

Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way
New York City, well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia...

How many times will it take me
Before I go crazy
Before I lose everything
Something burning deep inside of me
Ran into three Puerto Ricans
Those girls took us to the funhouse
I don't wanna be alone again.

Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way
New York City, well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia...
  Lock, Step, & Gone [top | prev. | next]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederiksen
Duration - 2:25
The ending isn't here
There's somethin' wrong
But it's comin' real soon
I lock step, I'm gone
I said the feeling isn't fear
There's something wrong
It's just telling you to move
I lock step, I'm gone

There's a fire on the corner and it's never gonna stop
Killer in the neighborhood never got caught
I lock up my door step out and I'm gone
Waitin' for the buses but the buses won't come

All the docks are quiet
There's somethin' wrong
And there's no ships comin' in
I lock step, I'm gone
Where there once was a riot
There's somethin' wrong
There's a whole lot of nothin'
I lock step I'm gone

The stop signs broken and the meters goin'down
Wild dogs are runnin' themselves into the ground
Everything was clear for that moment in time
If I don't come back well throw me a line

The ending isn't here
But it's coming real soon
The feeling isn't fear
It's just telling you to move

The stop signs broken and the meters goin'down
Wild dogs are runnin' themselves into the ground
Everything was clear for that moment in time
If I don't come back well throw me a line

Well the docks are quiet
There's something wrong
And there's no ships comin' in
I lock step, I'm gone
Where there once was a riot
There's a whole lot of nothin'
There's a whole lot of nothin'
There's a whole lot of nothin'
  Junkie Man [top | prev. | next]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederiksen
Duration - 3:05

Skratching On Junkie Man : DJ Disk
The common man doesn't suffer pain like this
Only the soul that has never been kissed
Let us adore our beautiful son
He's ridin' on the River of Babylon
Bootin' up, shootin' up, bring on the brightness
See the son of god is comin'up and I see a likeness
Internalize the lunacy of the misery is showin'
When you're brought up you're caught up in a system that's goin'

No one answers no one takes that call from you
No one answers no one takes that call from you
No one answers no one takes that call from you, you, you
Junkyman tell me what your story is
Junkyman tell me what your story is
Junkyman tell me what your story is

Water, water, water I desire
Some parents house is on fire
Slowly the house gonna burn to the ground
The neighborhood will watch, bridge out of town
Will someone be a witness
Please tell me that he's crazy, but he's not, and they know that
And they can't get him cause he's not crazy
Beat him, lock him, knock him, take him away his authority, hit 'em,
Ship 'em, club 'em submitted conformity

No one answers no one takes that call from you
No one answers no one takes that call from you
No one answers no one takes that call from you, you, you
Junkyman tell me what your story is
Junkyman tell me what your story is
Junkyman tell me what your story is

My hand went blind
Clairvoyant
My hand went blind
I make love to my trance sister
My trance sister went on and my trance parents see from the balcony
I looked out on the big field
The big field, it opens like the cover of an old bible
And out come the wolves
Out come the wolves
Their paws trampling the snow, the alphabet
I stand on my head and watch it all go away,

Bootin' up, shootin' up bring on the brightness
See the son of god is comin' up and there's a likeness
Internalize the lunacy the misery is showin'
When your brough up and caught up in a system that is goin'

No one answers no one takes that call from you
No one answers no one takes that call from you
No one answers no one takes that call from you, you, you
Junkyman tell me what your story is
Junkyman tell me what your story is
Junkyman tell me what your story is
  Listed M.I.A. [top | prev. | next]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederiksen
Duration - 2:23
God damn, man, I almost had it
Stuck in the sewer beneath all the maggots
I ain't foolin', I've been pursuing
A way to get out of these dirty old ruins

I'm checkin' out, I'm never comin' back again
I'm checkin' out, I'm listed M.I.A.

God damn it, man, I almost had it
Threw me out the door and called me a faggot
I ain't done , I've only yet begun
West Oakland is the place where I'm comin' from

I'm checkin' out, I'm never comin' back again
I'm checkin' out, I'm listed M.I.A.

God damn it, man, I almost had it
Well I did it again, yeah
I do it outta habit
Well I'm numb, it ain't no fun
I'm less than zero when you add up the sum
I'm checkin' out, yeah
It ain't no doubt, yea
A courtship built from anger is what it amounts
I almost had it
I almost had it
I came so close man
I almost had it

I'm checkin' out, I'm never comin' back again
I'm checkin' out, I'm listed M.I.A.
I'm checkin' out, I'm never comin' back again
I'm checkin' out, I'm listed M.I.A.
  Ruby Soho [top | prev. | next]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederiksen
Duration - 2:37
Echos of reggae comin' through my bedroom wall
Havin' a party up next door
But I'm sittin here alone
Two lovers in the bedroom and the others start to shout
All I got is this blank stare and that don't carry no cloud at all

Destination unknown, ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby soho
Destination unknown, ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby soho

He's singin' and she's there to lend a hand
He's seen his name on the marquee but she will never understand
Once again he's leavin' and she's there with a tear in her eye
Embraces with a warm gesture it's time, time to say good-bye

Destination unknown, ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby soho
Destination unknown, ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby soho

Ruby's heart ain't bleedin' cause she knows the feeling is gone
She's not the only one who knew there's somethin' wrong
Her lover's in the distance as she wipes a tear from her eye
Ruby's fading out she disappears it's time, time to say good-bye

Destination unknown, ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby soho
Destination unknown, ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby soho

Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby soho

  Daly City Train [top | prev. | next]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederiksen
Duration - 3:22
He was an artist and a writer
And a poet and a friend
In a man's life he will take a fall
But how low he goes it just depends

He's shooting dope in the men's room
At the station, daly city train
Have you ever seen an angel
Well, I know I have
They'll stay here for a while and then they'll fly away

Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I seen him
When he rolled the dice, you know he never thought twice
Never thought twice about being here
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I seen him
When he rolled the dice, you know he never thought twice
Never thought twice about being here

Some grown up and some grow old
But what about the kid who never learned the rules
Spent all these years on this earth
When you look back, it's just a flicker of time

Jackyl was one of the one's that
He was one of the one's that was already saved
Through all this evil and wreckage,yeah
He maintained a sense of himself

Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I seen him
When he rolled the dice, you know he never thought twice
Never thought twice about being here
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I seen him
When he rolled the dice, you know he never thought twice
Never thought twice about being here

Some men are in prison even though they walk the streets at night
Other men who got the lockdown are free as a bird in flight

Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I seen him
When he rolled the dice, you know he never thought twice
Never thought twice about being here
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I seen him
When he rolled the dice, you know he never thought twice
Never thought twice about being here
  Journey to the End of the East Bay [top | prev. | next]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederiksen
Duration - 3:11
Reconcile to the belief
Consumed in sacred ground for me
There wasn't always a place to go
But there was always an urgent need to belong, yeah
All these bands and all these people, all these frieds and we were equals
But what you gonna do when everyone goes on without you

To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end

Started in '87 ended in '89, you got a garage or an amp, we'll play anytime
It was just the four of us, yea the core of us ,too much attention unavoidably destroyed us
Four kids on tour three thousand miles in a four door car not knowing what was going
Years it would turn out like this
Hell, no no preminition could have seen for

To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end

My friend came from far away, from New Orleans into the East Bay
He said this is a Mecca
I said: "This ain't no mecca, man, this place is fucked"
Three months go by he had no home, he had no food, he was all alone
Matty said: "Fool me once. shame on you"
He said: "Fool me twice, he went back to New Orleans"

To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
  She's Automatic [top | prev. | next]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederickson
Duration - 1:35
The way that she moves
Well I was aroused, impowered, impassioned by every move
It's so cold outside, we need a place to hide
Go into the club to thaw out for the night

She's automatic, so automatic
The way she moves, the way she moves
She's automatic, so automatic
The way she moves

The situation is tricky, I was feeling so down
We're placing the trucks, the music so loud
She asked me if I would stand by her side
Like glue that I would till the end of the night

She's automatic, so automatic
The way she moves, the way she moves
She's automatic, so automatic
The way she moves

My head was spinnin' a million miles an hour
The chance I was takin', I get anxious around her
She put her head on my shoulder, I started to hold her
Swingin' and swayin' the morning began

She's automatic, so automatic
The way she moves, the way she moves
She's automatic, so automatic
The way she moves

I say the way she moves, yeah
I say the way she moves, yeah
I say the way she moves
  Old Friend [top | prev. | next]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederickson
Duration - 2:54
Good morning, heartache, you're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Good morning, heartache, you're like an old friend
Come and see me again

Look up you're in Cleveland again
A solid line that never ends
I've got stories you'll never believe
And I know it, I wear it, I wear it on my sleeve
There must be somethin' about you that I liked
But right here in the rain you know it just don't seem right
I always go out I never hide but in Cleveland I should have stayed inside

Good morning, heartache, you're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Good morning, heartache, you're like an old friend
Come and see me again

Testify my love for you
I know it runs deep through your body too
From the cold blacktop to the hot concrete
The old tan van it ain't so sweet

Good morning, heartache, you're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Good morning, heartache, you're like an old friend
Come and see me again

Somewhere in America, in the city at night
We were far from home, but you know it was gonna be alright

The unfortunate get prayed on by vultures eyes
86 cents in these pockets of mine
You can take my money, you can take my time
But you can't take my heart in the city behind

Good morning, heartache, you're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Good morning, heartache, you're like an old friend
Come and see me again
  Disorder and Disarray [top | prev. | next]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederickson
Duration - 2:49
Bussiness man, come shake my hand, show me numbers that I understand
Your my candle, I'm your burnin' wick
Two sides comin' in quick

Say goodbye when you see me sign
Now I'm crucified
Crucify me
Crucify me
Crucify me

The ground is feryile and the grass is green
So many things to be seen, so many bands to be heard
Just for once can I be ignored

Say goodbye when you see me sign
Now I'm crucified
Crucify me
Crucify me
Crucify me

Ace man, cool, I say
Gonna get away
No, no, no reason for me to stay
But I come back another day
Get on my buses
Got no money
Try to say: "Enough of me"
I say: "What the fuck are you talking about"

Say goodbye when you see me sign
Now I'm crucified
Crucify me
Crucify me
Crucify me
  The Wars End [top | prev. | next]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederickson
Duration - 1:54

Little Sammy was a punk rocker
You know his mother never understand him
Went to his room and smashed his Billy Bragg record
Didn't want him to hear that communist lecture

Little Sammy was a punk rocker
You know his mother tried to take him to war
Sammy, now the war is over
Sammy, now we're at the wars end
We're at the wars end
We're at the wars end
We're at the wars end

Little Sammy was a punk rocker
Now it's time for you to leave home
Sammy, now the war is over
Sammy, now we're at the wars end
We're at the wars end
We're at the wars end
We're at the wars end
  You Don't Care Nothin' [top | prev. | next]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederickson
Duration - 2:28
A cat lies awake when it sleeps
Was she conscious of her own miseries
Will the agony of her pain
Win her to enlightenment and set her conscience free

Do you really wanna know what's happenin'
Do you really wanna know what's goin' on
Hey girl, you better please take a look around
Explore your heart and find out for yourself

Jenny Demilo, you don't care nothin' about me
Jenny Demilo, you don't care nothin' about me

I never realy got a reason, never had a use for one before
But now I know that there's now a prize but for the wise and the unwise

Do you really wanna know what's happenin'
Do you really wann know what's goin' on
Hey girl you better please take a look around
Explore your heart and find out for yourself

Jenny Demilo, you don't care nothin' about me
Jenny Demilo, you don't care nothin' about me

About me
About me
About me

Jenny Demilo, you don't care nothin' about me
Jenny Demilo, you don't care nothin' about me
  As Wicked [top | prev. | next]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederickson
Duration - 2:41

One, two, three, four

I saw an old man on the street
He was in a dumpster lookin' for somethin' to eat
He moved so slow like a dyin' dream
Like a machinist who got caught in the machine
I saw this lady and she was cryin'
She said it's hard when someone you love is dyin'
I saw this kid who was about 5 years old
He was in the park all alone, he was cold
There's something coming around

As wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything could be
As wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything could be

I know this girl she's barely alive
She's all haggard she's only twenty-five
She said she never had a friend before, I said
"Hey girl I'll be your friend but who's keepin' score"
I saw this other little girl on the phone
Her mother comforts her from far from home
The little girl was very hesitant
Her best friend lie dead on the pavement
There's something coming around

As wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything could be
As wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything could be

I always end up back on the hill
Lookin' down at the landfill
I always go there when I can
My friend Marty said: "Tim you're a lucky man"
There's something coming around

As wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything could be
As wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything could be
  Avenues & Alleyways [top | prev. | next]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederickson
Duration - 3:12
Oi Oi Oi!
I figured out the problem and the problem is you,
You didn't see us comin' now there's nothing you can do,
Times are gonna change, change or step aside,
It's our point of view that took you by surprise,
The sun's coming up yea a new dawn arrives,
A generation standing stand with anger in their eyes,
No love in the city cause there's no connection,
Stricken by disease a racial infection.

I’m a battering ram coming through to you,
In every alleyway and every avenue Oi Oi Oi!

If actions could erase all the fear that we suffer,
People segregated no one understands each other,
He's a different colour but we're the same kid,
I treat him like my brother he'll treat me like his,
Well an eye for an eye yea a tooth for a tooth,
Brother against brother should be singing with the group,
The inner cities burning yea it’s screaming black & blue,
The power and the passion of a million youth.

I’m a battering ram coming through to you,
In every alleyway and every avenue, Oi Oi Oi!

Oi Oi Oi!
I figured out the problem the problem is you,
You didn't see us comin' now there's nothing you can do,
He's a different colour but we're the same kid,
I treat him like my brother he'll treat me like his,
Of all the blood that spills of all the guts that fly,
The media paints a picture that stains (all arise)
Pits the dogs against the cats now who is responsible,
The power and the issue the force is unstoppable.

I’m a battering ram coming through to you,
In every alleyway and every avenue Oi Oi Oi!

Oi Oi Oi!
I’m a battering ram coming through to you,
In every alleyway and every avenue Oi Oi Oi!
I’m a battering ram coming through to you,
In every alleyway and every avenue Oi Oi Oi!
  The Way I Feel [top | prev.]
Written by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederickson
Duration - 2:34
Pick me back up just to throw me back down
Apologies too like when you're up against the wall
Compassion heals while duplicity kills

You say that I'm different, you say that I'm different
Yhe only thing different is the way I feel about you

You moved up the ladder at a very rapid speed
We mived methodically and calmly
When you got to the top you see enemies

You say that I'm different, you say that I'm different
The only thing different is the way I feel about you

If I knew back then what I know now that it would all turn out like this
I'd sit back and I'd watch you squirm
Cause you say I'm different, I'm different
The only thing different is the way I feel about you