Commence The Slaughter

by The Amputees

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credits

released 01 September 2012
Produced by John Meredith at Mollusk Studio, Brooklyn New York
all songs written by The Amputees
Louis Ramos: guitar, vocal, keyboard
Nova Luz: guitar, vocal
Gary Young: guitar, backing vocal
Kaleen Marie Reading: drums, guitar, tambourine
Geena Spigarelli: bass, backing vocal
Carrie Ramos: tambourine

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tags: altenative alternative punk rock" "brooklyn punk rock; indie New York

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Track Name: Commence The Slaughter
Rock n roll devil comin' over the hill
Did it all twice and I'm doin' it still
I got fire in my pocket and a head full of gore
Come a little closer that's what this guitars for
I'm a detective I got X ray eyes
Try to hide sonny lookin right through you
Why is everybody full of shit in their spaces
It only takes a second to lose
That fuckin' book of rules
You've been fooled by your mamas good graces
and your bosses iron club that he swings at your head
Come on sweet angel just creep to the suburbs
Let's go to your parents and paint the sheets red
Let's raise Satan on a greyhound bus
Move to the desert and set up shop
We'll kill all the strangers that stumble in our valley
We'll show 'em all
There ain't no book of rules
Sadie Sadie Sadie yeah
You're all full of shit
You know I've seen 'em before and I know where they're at
I'd slaughter them all at the drop of a hat
I got nerves of steel and an iron heart
Of which you've been the owner right from the start
I'm a deviant codger with violence on his mind
No more steppin' back. No more doin' time
Up in Death Valley make it real scary
We'll show 'em all....
Track Name: Beater
Fuck your fucking family and fuck the fucking church
Leave you in the desert. Go and die of fucking thirst
Beater-Fuck your fucking family
Beater-Fuck the fucking church
Beater-Leave you in the desert
Beater-Die of fuckin' thirst
Don't come sniffin' round here
Cause you're like dead and lost
Make you're fucked up choices
and deal with the cost
Beater-Don't come sniffin' round here
Beater-Cause you're like dead and lost
Beater-Make your fucked up choices
Beater-Deal with the cost
You're all dead inside
You're dead inside
You're all dead inside
Dead inside
Full of desolation...insects on the march
Aiming at your eyeballs...sharp as silver darts
Beater-Full of desolation
Beater-Insects on the march
Beater-Aiming at your eyeballs
Beater-Sharp as silver darts
Beater-Fuck your fucking family
Beater-Fuck your fuckin' church
Beater-Leave you in the desert
Beater
Track Name: Devil With The Red Dress
She's a devil with the red dress on
She's a devil with the red dress on
She's on fire with the red dress on
She's my desire with the red dress on
and I go wow wow wow
wow wow wow
wow wow wow
wow wow wow
She can scream all night with the red dress on
She can wail all night with the red dress on
She's my desire with the red dress on
She's on fire with the red dress on
and I go wow wow wow wow wow wow
wow wow wow wow wow wow
wow wow wow wow wow wow
wow wow wow wow wow wow
Track Name: Lunch
She's so hungry and she won't remember
All she thinks is he...He won't remember she
Her brains just gave up and she refused to wake up
Now she's forgotten
Never be hungry again
A kiss on the head and I wished I was dead
He's a little bruised and I'm just confused
Her brains just gave up and she refused to wake up
Now she's forgotten
Never be hungry again
I'm so hungry and I won't remember
All I think is you don't remember shit