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Boy Sets Fire - In Chrysalis
 Emo-Core
( Initial Records )

Type of Record:

CD

vinyl-color:
Release No: IR28
Release Date: 1998 pressing-info:
No of Records: 1 special-info:

Line Up:

Nathan Gray . Vocals
Rob Avery . Bass
Matt Krupanski. Drums
Chad Istvan. Guitar
John Latshaw. Guitar

Songs:
1. Voiceover
2. The Tyranny of What Everyone Knows
3. Cavity
4. Loser of the Year Award
5. Holiday in Cambodia (Dead Kennedys-Cover)

Voiceover

They don't even have to kick down our doors
We let them in with a smile and a thank you
Media ingrained police state
Our fears create the cycle of reliance
And if you think for one fucking second
That they're not bleeding you for all you're worth
Dig your grave and save them the trouble
Tie yourself down to their fairy tales
The holocaust will not be televised
That is unless it becomes marketable
In the market of fear
In the market of flesh and blood
Sold to you by the new
and improved Jack-booted thugs
We've lost direction, senses rot away
Kneel and beg for safety
Just forget the whip marks on your back

submitted: 26.07.2001  by: Holger Straede

The Tyranny of What Everyone Knows

The pooling of blood from your neck to the floor
Makes a beautiful trophy to parade and
even the score
Their words in stone of persuasion in sound
Fall on open ears And sewn shut mouth
taught the answers
Ignored the questions as we vomit choke and die
Truth is truth is lie
As history portrays this time
Truth is truth is blind
Their money pays for the transcripts we sign
Derailed from birth, designed to serve
Everyone knows the solution to the problems
We bought credentials unneeded decide for you
The books are written our choice is proof

submitted: 26.07.2001  by: Holger Straede

Cavity

Fall, kneel and beg just try harder
And you will find the way to everlasting sight
Don't take this light away,
it never did you any harm
Just when I though I'd find my way
Pageantry are all the same
Defiled and divine
Self-respect should never have to
bleed from my knees
Wait for something to happen
Wait to understand I slip, I grasp
I always miss in cycles
Fallen angels never fully regain control

submitted: 26.07.2001  by: Holger Straede

Loser of the Year Award

Always had the dream, now I have the action
Spent my time hearing that this "is wrong"
Broken down disasters, smoke filled empty rooms
And life from eye to eye and head to head
You'll never understand what this means to me
Not for approval, not yours anyway
Arrange by the numbers; arrange by your casualty
Defined by a submission to a common sense
That never had anything to do with me
As friends are made and lost
I always look back smiling
Never moved by struggle, fate or cost
I'd rather stay a loser and laugh at common sense
Than rely on safety nets and reminisce
As they struggle for mediocrity, Live

submitted: 26.07.2001  by: Holger Straede

Holiday in Cambodia (Dead Kennedys-Cover)

So you been to schools
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car
Thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl

Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear...

It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough, kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife

You're a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you

Well you'll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son......

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot etc....

Where you'll do what you're told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul

(lyrics copyright by Dead Kennedys)

submitted: 26.07.2001  by: Holger Straede

all lyrics copyright by Boy Sets Fire
(except anything other is mentioned above)



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