Sportsball

by flangipanis

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    5 track EP, recorded and mixed at The Shed Studios by Darek Mudge, Mastered by Bryce Moorhead.

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released February 2, 2017

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Track Name: Double Standards
Suck my dick

I think it's cool how you take your shirt off
Yeah it's really neat
And I don't buy into the double standards
Like the other guys you meet
I dig your band, it's really rad
Some of the best times I've ever had
have been down the front watching your band

You're pretty, You're pretty good for a girl
Suck my dick

I think it's cool how you play guitar
When most girls don't
And I think it's cool you like to party
When the other girls won't
I think it's cool you'll have a drink with me
When most girls turn me down
I feel there's summin I gotta tell ya

You're pretty, You're pretty good for a girl
Suck my dick

Now I don't say this very often
It's a pretty damn big compliment for me
Y'know I fuckin' hate chick singers
But you.......

Suck my dick
You're pretty, Your're pretty good for a girl
Suck my dick
Track Name: Sportsball
We're professional sports people
We piss into our mouths
We shit in hotel hallways
We have wives but fuck around
We earn a squillion dollars
But it's never quite enough
So we fuck our dogs on weekends
And take recreational drugs

We Try hard at sportsball

We rape and fight and lie
Even though it's caught on film
We like steroids, amphetamines
Opiods and pills
Our only chance of winning
Is if everyone else dies
So we chet our way to victory
Fuck it, let's get high!

We try hard at sportsball
Track Name: Josh's Love Song #2 (You're Plan B, You're Good Enough For Me)
Saw a real hot girl at the bar
She turned me down but there you are
Drink in your hand and a smile on your face
Second best girl in the whole damn place

You're plan B you're good enough for me can't you see

Saw a real hot girl at a show
I asked for some head but she told me no
Got kicked in the head by a dirty shoe
Went to throw a punch and it was you

You're plan B you're good enough for me can't you see..

You're my wallet when I lost my phone
You're masturbation when I'm alone
You're my cup of Crowbar beer
You taste like shit but you're always near
You're my packet of Rothmans Gold
You're nice and cheap but you taste like mould
I wanted punk but you sound like ska
You're kind of close but you're no cigar

You're plan B you're good enough for me can't you see..
You're good enough for me
Track Name: Drink's On Me
Scream and yell with scratches on your face
Drinking and been awake for days
You're losing touch with how you need to be
To keep yourself sane
You fall from grace and you're falling fucking fast
You take some pills to make you
Last the week or just the day
And it's driving you away

You drink at night to drink the day away
8 hours of work - it's such a shame
You're losing motivation
Losing what you gained
You snap and judge and be a general cunt
It's not some fake attention stunt
You're just trying to deal with
More than you can take

This one's for you, this drink's on me...

You made some bad decisions on the way
A tattoo for each mistake you've made
And you forget the reasons
That made those choices seem okay
You cling to life and you take what you can get
Can't figure out your shit just yet
You need to cheer the fuck up
Forgive and then forget

This one's for you, this drink's on me...
Track Name: Kicked Out
You are telling me that I'm too drunk
You are telling me I've had enough
You are telling me I've had too much
but I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know
I am telling you I'm not that drunk
I only spent about 50 bucks
let me in so I can run amok
but you don't wanna know...

You are telling me that I can't stay
You are telling me to go away
You don't care about a thing I say
but I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know

I am telling you I'm not that drunk
I only spent about 50 bucks
let me in so I can run amok
but you don't wanna know...

I'm kicked out again...
I fucked up again...