CLAIM YOUR LIFE

Released in the summer of 2003 and We were all very proud of it, much faster and harder.
The lineup on "Claim Your Life" was;
Mike Sardine - drums,
Sock - vocals,
Penguin - bass,
Eric Browning - guitar and screams.

luke connor did some backup vocals as well,
phill meeh recorded mixed and mastered it all.


LYRICS

What You'll Get

A complaint that you're annoyed with them, youre sick of their curiousity and their questions
Staring at your hair "How do you stick it up?"In their mouth you'd like to stick a gun.
jaws are dropped, middle fingers up, cars passing by hate that you're a punk
used-to-be's will tell you punk is dead, but if you know what you are they won't get in your head

it's what you'll get, what you'll get, from a society that can't accept
anything that's different from them, it's what you'll get, what you'll get

Walk in the restaurant door all conversations stop,All eyes are on you, you fear their thoughts,
But if you worry what they think of you, nothing but dissapointment's in store for you.

MTV sold you artificial punk as a trend, not the lifestyle it is for us
a years worth of shows and then you'll fade away, into your head the critics infiltrate

Flawless Skin, Now!

a-i-r-b-r-u-s-h

the standard's set, what's to be met? glossy page rules for you
mandatory thin and smooth, tan skin, their mold you succumb to
beautifull isn't original, predetermined laws of crave
read what all men want, yet i must fall short, because i'm turned on by brains

i'm not feeling attraction to your satisfaction to accept their ideals and standars of what attractive is

Shithole

another night, a low turnout, Have I mentioned how much it sucks in this town?
I hope that things are gonna change, someone better start things happening.
The band tonight's from out of state, but I was at a party or maybe on a date.
Something better change, someone better start now, If this keeps up for long I'm out of this town...

this town's a bore, the shows are lame, this scene sucks, and i'm to blame

I'll give this shithole one more year, then it's goodbye to friends and peers
goodtimes forgot, my mind tells me, there's a better scene waiting for me
far away where things do change, where kids care and make new ways,
where I can sit and watch them work, others will pull my weight I'm sure.

I want new turf, new stomping grounds, more territory to put down
new street names and fresh faces, yet this city's like all other places
my pessimistic laziness tells me that THEY make the mess
for those who care about the scene, people like me make it frustrating

waiting still and all's the same, nothing new or exciting
my attitude and lack of pride will plague me throughout my whole life
as I'll never find a home, searching a never ending road
finally on punk I'll give up because this and town and the scene sucks!

Note To Self

how many chances do you think you'll fucking have? opportunities won't re-present to grab
it's now or never, off the couch and off your ass, the sands of time are falling fucking fast

as time goes by will we comply? (asshole cop this is my life)
will we smile because we have survived? (we're conditioned to stand in lines and be satisfied)
after parents and school we thought we were free, then we were told to bow and obey mor rules and police
when will we be free?!?

they've told me that i'm free, i'm free as long as i'm not me
i'm free if i'm what they want me to be, free if i live accordingly

free licking the ass of "royalty" (fuck all individuality)
why the fuck is there even royalty? (with our silence, we're subjects acting loyally)
i'm free as long as i let them spoon-feed me (they love our immobility)
never challenge those in power and questions; DON'T ASK ANY!

no more crumbs and being content, time to prove we're not servants
with good aim let these stacked bricks fly, (note to self)what did i do before i died?

The Common Ground

were in the same band, were joined in unison to always
play fast and nasty, throats sore when were done we gather
to make noise, to staying raw we will commit fuck encores,
grand finales, play 10 songs, no bullshit set up quick get
things going 4 songs in a row sweating bleeding giving 100%
all things we share i know this is our common ground, the last
being we play for fun and well keep it up and all hold true
to our differing opinions -gathered 4as1 doesnt mean that
we have to pretend that we dont view things differently
straight edge ore high we dont get on each other it stops at
jokes we understand one another - take a guess at the
merchandise weve for free acheived it might be a veggie
burger or seasoned beef jerky some of us might be partying
and the other half would rather sit alone in the fucking
corner drinking dr. pepper - a vegetarian, a vegan, a two
of us eat meat cigarettes are out, but half of us smoke weed
-beliefs on afterlife and even musical tastes might vary as do
our feelings on recycling, travelling, and anarchy - the music
is our common ground the one thing that stays the same
we embrace diversity and that will never fucking change

Steal From Them

prices go up as we are charged ten times the necessity
they're taking from us and we should all feel obliged to reclaim what's being stolen

they steal from you, so steal from them; they steal from you, so fucking steal from them

nervous, twitching, i felt the eyes, so like the doubting wreck i was i found myself in checkout lines
devise schemes, don't get lazy, hone your skills. how long will we submit and pay, just how strong are our wills?

pledging loyalty; customers & employees to companies

that few us numerically, give us some shit for free or we'll be in your trash shortly
(we're gonna get your food either way)

Threat Of All Threats

it started on a good note, or so we thought; mohawks, spikes & different dress, all the stuff she wasnt taught
and when he blasted punk rock music, she rarely would complain, but no one noticed deep inside, it was driving here insane
when he asked for money to the show, he didnt notice yet, his mom was changing into a different person, one he wouldnt forget
while he was gone, she developed a plan: take away all the fun and make her child a man

worse than drinking; he's free thinking. worse than drugs: her son's a punk

as the weeks went by, it happened more and more, he'd go over to his friends house knocking at the door,
she said "its time to come home weve got some things to do" "why don't we go get you some clothes, something nice and new"
but when he said he wouldn't come she started to use force: she'd fight and scream, and kick and shout until her voice was hoarse
one day alone all by himself it him in the face, he's got to find a way to get out of this place

when she found he wouldn't change, she changed her plan a bit, tried to make his life a living hell, tried to make him commit
to family, school, sports and work, but never to his friends, but he went along with it becasue he knew that it would end
if all else failed, in the end he could just run away, but he hoped his plan would fail because he loathed that day
now with many tattoos, all that's left she couldn't take, as he runs out the door he screams "fuck you mom youe so fake!"

Colorblind

fighting this exhausting fight for what i hold to be right in hopes someday race might not be a cause for fright
or a reason to fight based on stupid stereotypes, no black, no white, i'll fight, no race is right

my eyes see your closed ones & i develop rage; a vicious, spawning circle of hate
while you have a problem with skin shade, i find my loathing in your mind's state

there is no place in my mind for hate of a race of a different kind
can't go here if you're white, there if you're brown; break all racial barriers down, fight it!

stereotypes and ridiculous assumptions, vomit is my natural reaction for the way you function
i strive for differences and to accept; to beat society, but you're taking backwards steps

still fighting this exhausting fight, for what i still and always will hold to be right
racism does not belong in life, strive to become colorblind

Profitable Problems
despite all te real problems infecting
this country, focus is directed at prosecuting benefitting industry
quotas must be met and for a salary, our lives are scrutinized
and for petty offenses we're fined, they pennalize you and me.
-focus on propit, problems only arise, when more could be raked in to feed this sham USA enterprise
does this nation benefit from safety belt requirements? media broadcasts scary wanted black men but doesn't five a shit about the enviroment
breathing isnt important, if news wasn't biased, it;d be boring!
danger creation, fear instigation, state creates penalization, to prophit this nation
no newspiece on Wal Mart or Nike;s exploitation corporations control what you're told (and not told) about this nation police zoned in on drug seizure, illegal for their gain laws are passed for sake of cash, reap on our finiancial strain.

Cavemen

she wasn't worthy of their ears unti she saw a holaucaust victim in the mirror
a diet plan, or a finger down a throat; until she took these actions she remained remote
they'd only give her the time of day when she buckled, starved, and became miserable & skinny
a pat on her back, and now they accept, they applied the pressure and she caved so their standards could be met

so many lives defined by what society says is wrong and right
what is in, what is out stops the people of the world from being themselves

her parents never had a mastercard with money to blow for teenage expedentures at the mall
they couldn't buy her cancer in the shade of a tan so their pale, white daughter sat alone in silence in the back of class
financially they were a little short, but the little girl never questioned the love in her parents' hearts
she wished she never had to leave her home, and also did her parents when they found the suicide note

it said;
"Dear Mom and Dad, i never wanted to leave, but this world just won't accept me for who i'm gonna be. Mommy and Daddy, you provided a great home, but what was gonna happen when i got out there all alone? It would be fine if i could never leave the house, but reality is sad, yet clear, and now i have no doubts. So now, I go, and my love is all for you, and my hate is for this close-minded world that kept me from being true."

captain of the football and baseball teams; his picture in the paper, he had it all is how it seemed
but he possessed a fear of what his teammates would say if they discovered his hidden secret of homosexuallity
for those four years he kept it all inside, he broke the records, attracted scouts, and was idolized
but what he kept in mentally tore him apart and he never felt free or proud to be gay till he quit sports

Legalize, Not Terrorize

the government, the rule of law can't tell you waht to do
cause its your body, it belongs to you, and thats nothing new
this song was written to make a voice for the unheard few. If
we stand together, fight this war, we can make it through
Its time to stand up for your rights now, legalize not terrorize, this war on drugs is a war on you, legalize not terrorize, were the people, hear our voice, legalize not terrorize, the land of the free's not for me until we legalize, not terrorize.
now im not saying take dope and push it on he streets, but when I
smoke a joint i guess im only hurting me, open your eyes
ignorant dicks, its time for you to see, marijuanas natural and
its time to make it free - smoking crack and shooting dope not on
the list for me, but like i said before smoking weed only hurts
me, so come on everybody evercise your right to common
good, while we're living in this shithole Give your mind some healthy food

Trash-Filled Fridge

trash filled fridge; a way to live

they surround us with their products, putting us all in a trance, making us think that we have no choice, that buying their overpriced shit is our only chance
well off we take to the back to dig up qualty "trash" for consumption unfit? that's bullshit! i eat and share with my friends and spend no cash

i'll dumpster all i can, try not to buy their shit
survive on what they see is trash, check out my full fridge

the tv box has a puzzle on the back and a forgettable toy inside, the cartoons are better, the box is brighter and it attracts your eyes
heinz makes your buns happy and you only smile when you eat their fucking oscar meijer weiner with ketchup on it that is green

buying, complying - ignoring the suffering
buying complying - ignoring the exploiting
buying, complying - rewarding your stupid tv
by ignoring the suffering our products bring, we're succumbing to society

it's just a fucking name, offbrands taste the same

i strive to cut down on the name brands that i buy, and not support the slavery of others, i'll never stop it all but i can try
because with every giant heartless company, profit is attained at the expense of any exploitable, weak creature in it's way

and i won't fucking stand for it i won't buy into their plans
i wouldn't want it done to me and i have the brains to understand
everyone says "It's not worth the effort", "Why should you care?" and "You're wrong!"
but this is the ignorant, blissfull, selfish America to which i will never belong

College Cheese

when keeping warm becomes a struggle and work hours go from to halved from doubled
food is running low, rent is almost due, and no one's around to help you
you'll get no sympathy for your problems, feeling nothing but lint in your pockets
a tough fight, but a fight worth fought because true freedom can't be bought

careers and training and planning ahead won't do me a whole lot when i'm lying dead
good times missed, and fun times passed, in exchange for lectures and sitting in class
a planned out vision, freedom or prison?
a planned out vision, you're paying for your prison

"how will it be possible to raise a family?" "minimum wage never made anyone happy!"
"change your mind before it's too late, or poverty will be your fate!"
questioned: "do you think it's fun to live in rubble?" but we're conditioned to be so spoiled and comfortable
i'll struggle to survive and it will set me free; the "American Dream" is a nightmare to me

college, tech-school, my life is gone; stick to your plan, don't change your mind
enjoy your financial security, you'll be restricted, i'll be free, and me.

Hole In My Head (03' Shitremix)

lyrics too good to post

duckbomb 2004 "we don't do slow"