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Well Adjusted
04:07
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I’m thinking about decorating
Contemplating painting the walls in my room with my brain
I’ve been like this for fucking ages
Growing increasingly numb from being so well behave
If you walk away more power to you
Don’t pay attention to the mess I’m in
There’s far worse insults than fucked up loser
Your friends disappear when you start being genuine
Give me 40 ounces of my favorite goddamn medicine I’m perfectly content here in this rut that I am stuck in, give me 40 ounces of my favorite goddamn medicine I’m perfectly content here in this rut that you are stuck in here with me
And this will be the goddamn death of me this is going to make me fall apart this is will be the goddamn death of me
And this will be the goddamn death of me this is going to make me fall apart this is will be the goddamn death of me
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2. |
Shame
04:15
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Restore normality can’t you see it’s killing me
Drug store fallacy I don’t think it’s necessary
Star spangled heart attack sitting on my emptiness the world wrote us hot checks you just didn’t cash yours yet
Do you think it really matters
You think they care about us
They’re nothing but mad mad bastards selling fire hazards
People think we’re anarchists or fuckin bulscheviks
People thing we’re crazy maybe lazy and intelligent
That’s what they say (x3)
You enterprising dickweeds that think you know me
Please don’t fuck me sell me control me
I’m tryna keep my head strong and my boots on the ground but they way you sell it to me keeps on bringing me down
Say it with a straight face and then you trustworthy
Get the money post haste and take your finders fee
Do it for the company shithole bureaucracy
Pretty please pretty pretty please you fucking own me
That’s what they say
It’s not a Hollywood movie it’s just white collar crime
You’re shaking stop shaking lawyers can smell your fear
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3. |
Profanity Blues
03:52
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Sit stare at the static television
baited breath for the next transmission
As you atrophy the rest of your cognition
I need to get ahold of myself
I’m full of self loathing and alcohol
inhibitions barely there and if I sit down I won’t get back up
I’m thinking about death way too often living out scenarios in which I end up in a coffin
I’ll say I wanna end it all and they’ll go dude that was awesome as if I said that the world was made of chocolate
Bullshit!
Coming up to decide my fate
Run away from reality
I don’t care what you think
It doesn’t matter to me
I don’t wanna be an institution
Do you know what you’re doing to me
I don’t even need your help
Cause I can make it on my own
Coming up to decide my fate
U want to get it
I can make it happen baby
Cause I can make it on my own
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4. |
Nosedive
04:48
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What do you want me to be besides apathetic
When I can barely breathe
You got me batshit in my car
Screaming at the steering wheel
I’m not paying attention at all
It’s not in focus
But blur isn’t always a bad thing
I don’t think I’m ever coming back
Once I get the guts and the cash
When I was always chasing happy
I realized it wasn’t worth all that
It’s just another pain in my ass
If you wanted we could talk and understand that we are different loving people that we want to and it doesn’t really matter
But you’re convinced that it does, oh well
You can’t wait to see me fall
My face on the ground
When I don’t speak at all
It’s Cause you drag me down
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5. |
Cowboy Supremacist
04:22
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As I half heartedly clothe myself with bourgeoisie brand names the amount of fucks I give decreases exponentially to a negative number
I put on my Nike shoes I put in my apple air-pods I drink my prepackaged Starbucks cold brew coffee
I have the privilege of being a proud loyal American which is another way to say straight white male with a god complex
What good has being a proud loyal American done to anyone bar Trump and the Rockefellers
This song doesn’t have a point because resistance is futile
This song doesn’t have a message that’s not over repeated
That doesn’t make it any less important
I am the empty school with bullet holes and blood spatter analysts inside
I am the gay man in the morgue with blunt force trauma to his head neck and shoulders
I am the disenfranchised classes
Get your hands off me!!!
It’s hard to think straight when you’re pumped full of prescription pills that make you think that you are normal eyes glazed over one half open working like machine malfunction protocol
Or when they tell you that to be happy you have to memorize pop culture references repeat them endlessly and make a top ten list of all your favorite movie scenes
All the while bastardizing law and order yelling fuck the Geneva convention ghoulishly committing war crimes using tear gas power tripping on minorities or killing people in the street
Fuck the police
You sick son of a bitch (x12)
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Bleach
03:18
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Blood rush to my head, dude where have you been
Am I shaking or do I just feel alive again
Tunnel vision isn’t something that I thought I would miss
Stay focused so you don’t have to look at the abyss
When I’m 35 will I still feel like I’m a kid
Hear my dads voice say get up and try it again
Every problem when I fix it seems so obvious
Do I even need to wonder why I feel like shit
I’m filled with apathy
I just sit and watch tv
And hope no one talks to me
Watch my muscles atrophy
Watch as time passes me
It’s like I have a disease
Nothing really changes man but nothing ever stays the same
It’s just a fact and there’s nowhere to put the blame
Even though in the end I still wind up blaming me
And honestly I kinda wish it was still 2016
I’m filled with apathy
I just sit and watch tv
And hope no one talks to me
Watch my muscles atrophy
Watch as time passes me
It’s like I have a disease
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7. |
Disko Biskit
01:40
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8. |
Promised I Would Call
05:53
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You were taking notes on your hand
Reading social queues and keeping quiet
Self assured and ahead of the curve
Smooth talking niceties dislocating your jaw
You were the best of us and now you’re gone
I have this rotten feeling in my stomach
Things are just off
I can’t believe i didn’t call
I promised I would call you
I can picture you in the sand banks swimming along
Watching Indonesian horror movies with the lights turned off
Or that song that you played every time you auxed
I wish I could see your face just one more time
But I won’t will I
Talk about your dreams late at night
Dude I’m starting to freak out
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Homegrown terror
Massaging our egos
Where did the time go
When we weren’t ground zero
It’s not fucking fair
To sleep with a gun
I don’t wanna do it
But I might be the one
It’s happening often
Becoming more frequent
People will peg me
For another delinquent
Felony arson
First degree murder
Sending a pipe bomb
To Robert Deniro
O goddess of the night please lend me your sweet ecstasy
I’m on leave from the violent mind games
When will you let me live
I’m screaming my head off
And I’m going mental
I’m sleeping with whoever will take me to dinner
I’m so fucking tired
Of being a liar
It’s not that I want to
It’s that it’s required
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10. |
Excess / Light
06:42
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Have you opened your third eye
Have you seen inside your mind
Your mind is like a backpack
a repository of useless information
Let it flow through your mouth
Your mind is it’s own creation
It is the chicken and the egg
Your mind is the only way to salvation
Have you opened your third eye
Do you know what it is to feel happiness
Love
Pain
Sadness
Everything has already happened an infinite number of times
You are the universe experiencing itself
Have you opened your third eye
Open it
Open it
Open it
Have you seen inside your mind
Open it
Open it
Do you know who you are
Have you opened your third eye
Your mind is an atom bomb
You have become death
The destroyer of worlds
Twitching mechanically
Engulfed in holy light
Waiting for your mind to crack open
Waiting for the answer
You are the sole being that truly understands yourself
Its happening all at once and then it’s gone
You are the devil
You are god
Your mind is your god
Thinking is pain
Thinking is crucial
Have you seen the astral plane
Do you vibe with that zodiac shit
Were you inspired by meaningless comforting words
Have you opened your third eye
Open it open it open it
Have you opened your third eye
Have you seen inside your mind
Have you seen the light
Your mind is an atom bomb
You have become death
the destroyer of worlds
Electrically flowing and
snaking in patterns
That twirl so beautifully
into the other side
Have you seen the light
Your mind is a palace
Your body is the garden that surrounds it
Can you change your mind
Can you change the system
Are you the captain of you fate
Are you the master of your soul
Have you seen the light
Have you let go before
Open your third eye
Open it
Open it
Open it
Open it
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Naked In Public Dallas, Texas
naked in public is punk band from dallas texas consisting of george hurt, cole westman, daniel mayfield, jackson angarola, and emory smith.
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