1.New Revolution
Take a fall for dishonest men take a ride through the blackened
wilderness＊
Close your eyes and look the other way
He's got the reins in his grip held tight throws a bone to the
lowly working man
They'll never fight they won't turn tonight
But the one man he overlooked who's pride and anger overtook his
fellow man's life of apathy
He came a runnin from the back with his fist held high screaming
how could you let this be
Take it back to the streets and stand in unity with me
Come sons come daughters it's time for a new revolution
Take back your pride take back your dignity
Speak your mind when the shades are drawn your shot down when
your backs against the wall
Opinions out like yesterdays morning news
You're burning fuel on an empty tank your going nowhere in this
one way so called life
No one around to help you out this time
2.Honor
Lying in a ditch, bleeding, begging for your life＊
Your friends have all left you forsaken,
The eyes that look upon you are impassive as the stone,
That soon will mark your shallow grave.
As the spade descends into the earth,
You try to flee but your feet are tightly bound,
The gathered crowd looks on with no remorse but no one makes a
sound.
Sing now ye wretched,
Sing now ye damned,
The black, abyss, is coming,
Come to take you by your blood stained hands
Plead now ye coward,
Breath while you can
Confess your guilt and die with honor,
Stranger in a vigilante land.
A simple pilgrim of utter inconsequence,
You chanced upon this lonely village as you wandered,
All you wanted was a meal and a place to lay your head,
Come the dawn, you were back out on the road.
Your captors came upon you in the night,
A shout, a curse, a fist, and then you knew no more,
When you awoke, you were condemned to death,
Though you never knew what for.
Sing now ye wretched,
Sing now ye damned,
The black, abyss, is coming,
Come to take you by your blood stained hands
Plead now ye coward,
Breath while you can
Confess your guilt and die with honor,
Stranger in a vigilante land.
3.Whiskey And Gin
You take and outta luck kid with the weight of the world crashin
down on the backs of his shoulders＊
And a white trash girl with no high school degree getting
married in the local bar
Neither one had a plan or a helping hand no one there to guide
their way
On the road won't look back on this dead end town their gonna
burn that bridge today
Around midnight they called it quits for the night around four
a.m. they turned in
That little roach motel they tried to wake em up early but were
fightin bourbon whiskey and gin
Headed west through the hills down the back road late with just
a prayer and half a tank of gas
All the folks back home they just shook their heads those damn
kids don't stand a chance
No one there to bail them out this time no one there to lean on
to
No one there to pass false judgment on their little upstart
family
Took a job tending bar at a local pub for thirty five dollars a
day
Overnight at the train yard packing freight he never pictured
his life this way
But now he's got two kids to feed and a mortgage that can't be
late
On his own won't look back better luck tomorrow gotta fight for
one more day
4.Self Deprecated
Yesterday I was no worse off than you＊
Yesterday I was another day younger too
Yesterday I took my chance on tomorrow
Yesterday I thought today Id have a little more to show
This is another song sung for another life self deprecated
This is another song sung for another life that's past you by
This is another song sung for another life self medicated
This is another sad song wasted on another too proud to try
Just another day of feeling sorry for myself
Just another day to bitch about the cards that I've been dealt
Just one more day to hate the whole god dammed regime
Just one more day to watch the world turn its back on me
And this world's got me diggin my own grave and I feel my life's
gone too far to save
5.Captains Of Industry
6.Never On The Mend
My family finally lost the farm in 1955＊
Great Granddad moved to town after he buried his second wife,
The bank took everything for which they suffered and they built,
Tried the bottle, tried the cross, but neither one could ease
the guilt.
When work dried up in the plains he headed north on that old
railroad,
With his pride left far behind, he took jobs picking crops in
Idaho,
And as the train rumbled down the track,
He declared, Christ, I'm never coming back,
With these two hands I'll build a new life a thousand miles
away.
Stands where he stands, ain't never on the mend,
He'll come back at you swinging though he's broken and he's
bent,
He'll retire to the Choir when his days are good and spent,
So say hello to the Devil when you get there.
Leonard was my grandpa, grew up motherless and mean,
Went west into the Sandhills driving cattle at sixteen,
A ninth grade education only gets a man so far,
In 1942 he was drafted into the war.
A pack of smokes and a shelled out beach was how he celebrated
Christmas,
His brother Delbert by his side whispered, 'I don't want to die
here in Japan.'
But when he spoke, his voice was calm,
'We're going home, it won't be long.
But if I'm meant to die on this rock, I'm taken someone with
me.'
Stands where he stands, ain't never on the mend,
He'll come back at you swinging though he's broken and he's
bent,
He'll retire to the Choir when his days are good and spent,
So say hello to the Devil when you get there.
7.Don't Call Me A Liar
We're closing in on the end of a year's vacation we're letting
go of a grudge that was never there＊
Premeditation a false revelation missing pages from my
vocabulary
A school yard prank gone wrong they held him down too long
The waters stopped your pals no longer breathing
Don't call me a liar don't call me your friend
Just know that I'll be the one left standing when you're through
cashing your chips in
Don't call me a liar don't call me your friend
Just take a long hard look at your problems tell me I caused the
mess you're in
The sun will rise another day we'll forget these accusations
A thousand miles on down this road leading us to nowhere
Back in my younger years I lacked real motivation no
understanding of what was out there
The only difference today is that now I'm fully aware of the
exact same god dammed situation
8.Cold Outside
Well it's cold outside but I can't complain＊
I can take a little weather, I can take a little rain
And every time I notice means I haven't gone insane
Yeah it's cold, cold outside
They say the climate must be changin and it's clear to me
Cuz evry season's harder than it used to be
Every summers hotter and the winters are more cold
Or maybe it's just me, and I'm getting old？
Yeah it's cold outside but I don't care
Cuz I love the sun that's shining and the country air
And even when it snows I've got a coat to weat
Yeah it's cold, cold outside
And just in case you think i'm gonna bitch and moan
I can tell you that there's no place that I'd rather call home
I'm just about as happy as I ever thought I'd be
In the Land of the Brave and the Home of the Free
Yeah it's cold outside baby I don't mind
It's the freedom that I'm feeling and I'm feeling fine
Anytime I feel trapped I can go outside to find
It's cold, cold outside
9.Liquor Store
'You bastard, you son of a bitch, I wish you were dead.＊
Were the words that my dear mother called as I crawled out of
bed,
I don't know what happened last night, but there's puke on the
floor and a gash in my head,
But today is gonna be a good day.
I went into work, but they said I don't work there no more,
Had my desk in a box, guards escorted me to the door,
And as I walked away, I lit my last cigarette, it's off to the
old liquor store,
Today is gonna be a good day.
I loved my Marie, I gave her my heart and my soul,
And the house and the cars, in divorce the bitch took it all,
Her new boyfriend Terry, he sleeps in my bed, he's got a full
head of hair and he's tall,
But today is gonna be a good day.
Alone! I'm alone in this world!
Like a traveler lost on the seas, my flag is unfurled,
We could fight, but what's it all for？
In the end we all wind up again at the old liquor store.
That guy with the cross on the corner of 12th street and Q,
Told me I'm going to Hell, I said, 'Buddy, I'm no worse than
you,
I'd love to chat more but I'm late for my movie, don't you have
better things to do？'
Today, is gonna be a good day.
Alone! I'm alone in this world!
Like a traveler lost on the seas, my flag is unfurled,
We could fight, but what's it all for？
In the end we all wind up again at the old liquor store.
10.Martyrs Of The Lower Middle Class
Look away to the setting sun another wasted summer's day another
loaded gun＊
That's welling up inside of me begging me to hit the lonesome
roads tonight
There's no way out of a cornered life your chasing someone
else's dreams with a broken knife
Don't stop to take a look around you might feel the pressure
closing in
I always thought the good ones made due used everything they got
to get em through
That in the end their hard work pays off won every hopeless
battle they've fought
So wipe those tears away pray to god you live to punch that
clock another day
The martyrs of the lower middle class will chase your fears away
Just wipe those useless tears away pray to god you'll live to
punch that clock another day
The martyrs of the lower middle class will chase your hopes and
dreams away
Another day another lease on life I've given up my rights to run
can't turn my back this time
A brand new responsibility that calls me back home every night
11.Nostravia
A wiser man once said to me don't waste your money and save
every dime＊
When hard times come you'll thank the lord above for thrift
stores and paid overtime
Working hard not hardly working save your money and I'll drink
down mine
A tired man can't stop to drown these trouble times that come
around
Just turn your back to the wind and pray this night she never
ends
Nostrovia Nostrovia a drink now and then won't bring a good man
to sin
Nostrovia Nostrovia just raise a glass to good times again
Broken bottle broken home you'll drink your life down you'll
lose it all
He turned his head and walked away from me that night
But not before he heard me call
Working hard not hardly working save your money and I'll drink
down mine
A tired man can't stop to drown these trouble times that come
around
They knock our spirits to the floor where hope can't reach them
anymore
It's time to stand up and be free from shackles chained to you
and me
Just turn your back to the wind and pray this night she never
ends
We've heard it all a hundred times heard the alibis heard the
Monday morning tales
Debauchery in the land of late night kings of drudgery we'll pay
the toll when it all fails
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