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Metal Eyes
02:27
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Welcome to the age of tyranny
Metal eyes in the skies on you and me
Liberty in their eyes is just no fun
Metal eyes in the skies with a loaded gun
Welcome to the age
Metal eyes in the skies with a loaded gun
Creeping' skies, blackest night
Look right up and you're gonna die
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Too Sweet
02:16
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See Jane is Johnny's wife
all alone on a Tuesday night
She can read and she can write
but that won't be enough tonight
See Johnny's back on the road
just where Jane may never know
Not the type to pout and sulk
Out on the town with a rock n roll soul
And she looks too sweet
my baby looks too sweet...
You see Jane's a clever girl
with all the tools to rule the world
Got a thought she's out with it
She'll hear you out but she won't take shit
She's hopped up and ready to go
on the way to the disco au go go
She's my dawn on the avenue
My evolution overdue
And she looks too sweet
My baby looks too sweet
My baby looks too sweet for rock n roll
My baby looks too sweet for rock n roll
but put on a record, watch her go
Tough as nails, but she looks like gold
Sexy little thing from her head to her toes
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Forgo The Details
02:52
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Forgo the details, put the devil in the concept
Forgot to pick myself up, the best forgot to come yet
Forgo the details 'cause the motives too complex
I won't make you grin and bear it, cause that's not being honest
They'll make you live as the outlaw
All of us alive as their outlaw
They'll make you live as the outlaw
Last ride of the last chance outlaw
Forgo the details, because they're always listening
Left us nowhere to hide, our numbers dwindling
Forgo the details when they're knocking at your door
They heard us whispering and they're coming back for more, and more...
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Last Dance
02:14
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He fell in love with her, when he arrived at shore
He loved her big green eyes, the way she held that torch
Whispered a silent prayer, for only her to hear
"I'll give my life for you, all for your humble care"
Fell for her extravagance, left with time for one last dance
Ambition begat avarice, just one last dance, just one last dance
Feeling rather amorous, won't you let me have this dance?
One final kiss, one sweet caress, just one last dance, just one last dance
And so he fought for her, picked up a gun for her
Did not seek anything, when favors not returned
And so his callous hands, were not a wealthy man's
Building her palaces, and welding monuments
That faithful immigrant, he gave his blood to me
But Lady Liberty, she still lacks empathy
She scolds our empty hands, before we even ask
She sticks her nose right up, I'll give the finger back
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GD RNR SOB
01:04
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Like a god damn son of bitch
I'm a god damn son of a bitch
but i'm a grown ass rock n roll son of a bitch
I was an anarchist, but I grew up fast
I was a nihilist but that seemed to daft
Too positive to be outcast
A rock n roll soul with the world on blast
I'll still take the world on
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New Red Scare Albany, New York
The all powerful,
The all seeing,
The whiskey drinking,
The no-god-fearing,
NEW RED
SCARE
from Albany, NY
Born in a dirty dive bar in March of 2011, New Red Scare has been booty-shaking and bourbon-shooting their brand of rock n roll across the country ever since...
Available for all your shows, parties, wedding, bar/bat mitzvahs, and bloody revolutions at newredscare@gmail.com
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