Su 4to disco editado en 1995´

INSOMNIAC

1.  Armatage Shanks
2.  Brat
3.  Stuck With Me
4.  Geek Stink Breath
5.  No Pride
6.  Bab's Uvula Who?
7.  86
8.  Panic Song
9.  Stuart And The Ave.
10.  Brain Stew
11.  Jaded
12.  Westbound Sign
13.  Tight Wad Hill
14.  Walking Contradiction

86

What brings you around?
Did you lose something the last time you were here?
You'll never find it now
It's buried deep with your identity
So stand aside and let the next one pass
Don't let the door kick you in the ass

There's no return from 86
Don't even try

Exit out the back
And never show your head around again
Purchase your ticket and
Quickly take the last train
Out of town.

ARMATAGE SHANKS

Stranded...lost inside myself
My own worst friend
My own closest enemy
Branded...maladjusted

Never trusted anyone
Let alone myself
I must insist
On being a pessimist

I'm a loner in a catastrophic mind
Elected the rejected
I perfected the science of the idiot

No meaning...no healing
Self loathing freak and introverted
Deviot.

BAB'S UVULA WHO?

I've got a knack for fucking everything up
My temper flies and I get myself all wound up
My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high
I lose control and I get myself all wound up
Tension mounts and I fly off the wall
I self-destruct and I get myself all wound up
Petulance and irritation sets in
I throw a tantrum and I get myself all wound up
Chip on a shoulder and a leech on my back
Stuck in a rut and I get myself all wound up
Killed my composure and it will never come back
Loss of control and I get myself all wound up
Blown out of proportion again
My temper snaps and I get myself all wound up
Spontaneous combustion
Panic attack
I slipped a gear and I get myself all wound up.

BRAIN STEW

I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind
On my own...here we go

My eyes feel like they're going to bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own...here we go

My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
A crooked spine
My sense dulled
Passed the point of delirium
On my own...here we go.

BRAT

Mom and dad don't look so hot these days
They're getting over the hill
Death is closing in and catching up
As far as I can tell
Got a plan of action and cold blood
And it smells of defiance
I'll just wait for mom and dad to die
And get my inheritance

Now I want more
'Cause I'm getting bored
And I'm going nowhere fast

I was once filled with doubt
Now it's all figured out
Nothing good can last
Crows feet and rot are setting in
And time is running out
My parent's income interest rate
Is gaining higher clout

I'm a snot nosed slob
Without a job
And I know I damn well should

Mom and dad don't look so hot these days
But my future's looking good.

GEEK STINK BREATH

I'm on a mission
I made my decision
To lead a path of self-destruction
A slow progression
Killing my complexion
And it's rotting out my teeth

I'm on a roll
No self control
I'm blowing off steam with
Meth amphetamine
Don't know what I want
That's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face

Every hour my blood is turning sour
And my pulse is beating out of time
I found a treasure
Filled with sick pleasure
And it sits on a thick white line
I'm on a mission
I got no decision like a cripple
Running the rat race
Wish in one hand and shit in the other
And see which one gets filled first.

JADED

Somebody keep my balance
I think I'm falling off
Into a state of regression
The expiration date
Rapidly coming up
It's leaving me behind to rank
Always move forward
Going "straight" will get you nowhere
There is no progress
Evolution killed it all
I found my place in nowhere
I'm taking one step sideways
Leading with my crutch
Got a fucked up equilibrium
Count down from 9 to 5
Hooray! We're gonna die!
Blessed into out extinction.

NO PRIDE

I'm just a mutt
And nowhere is my home
Where dignity's a landmine
In the school of lost hope

I've panhandled for life because
I'm not afraid to beg
Hand me down your lost and founds
Of second hand regret

You better, swallow your pride
Or you're gonna choke on it
You better digest your values
Because they turn to shit

Honor's gonna knock you down
Before your chance to stand up and fight
I know I'm not the one
I got no pride
Sects of disconnection
And traditions of lost faith
No culture's worth a stream of piss
Or a bullet in my face

To hell with unity
Separation's gonna kill us all
Torn to shreds and disjointed
Before the final fall.



It's the only thing I want to do.

PANIC SONG

Ready for a cheap escape
On the brink of self-destruction
Widespread panic
Broken glass inside my head
Bleeding down these thoughts of
Anguish...mass confusion
The world is a sick machine
Breeding a mass of shit
With such a desolate conclusion
Fill the void with...I don't care
There's a plague inside of me
Eating at my disposition
Nothing's left
Torn out of reality
Into a state of no opinion
Limp with hate.

STUART AND THE AVE.

Standing on the corner of
Stuart and the Ave.
Ripping up my transfer
And a photograph of you
You're a blur of my dead past and rotting existence
As I stand laughing on the corner of insignificance
Destiny is dead
In the hands of bad luck

Before it might have made some sense
But now it's all fucked up
Seasons change as well as minds
And I'm a two-faced clown
You're mommy's little nightmare
Driving daddy's car around
I'm beat down and half brain dead
The long lost king of fools
I may be dumb
But I'm not stupid enough to stay with you.

STUCK WITH ME

I'm not part of your elite
I'm just all right
Class structure waving colors
Bleeding from my throat
Not subservient to you I'm just all right
Down classed by the powers that be
Give me loss of hope

Cast out...buried in a hole
Struck down...forcing me to fail
Destroyed...giving up the fight
I know I'm not all right

What's my price and will you pay it
If it's all right?
Take it from my dignity
Waste it until it's dead
Throw me back into the gutter
'Cause it's all right

Find another pleasure fucker
Drag them down to hell.

TIGHT WAD HILL

Cheapskate on the hill
A thrill seeker making deals
Sugar city urchin wasting time
Town of lunatics
Begging for another fix
Turning tricks for speedballs
One more night
Making your rounds once again
Turning up empty handed

Bumming a ride
Burning daylight
Last up at dawn...tight wad hill

Drugstore hooligan
Another white trash mannequin
On display to rot up on the hill
Living out a lie
But having the time of his life
Hating every minute of his existence.

WALKING CONTRADICTION

Do as I say not as I do because
The shit so deep you can't run away
I beg to differ on the contrary
I agree with every word that you say
Talk is cheap and lies are expensive
My wallet's fat and so is my head
Hit and run and then I'll hit you again
I'm a smart-ass but I'm playing dumb
Standards set and broken all the time
Control the chaos behind a gun
Call it as I see it even if
I was born deaf, blind and dumb
Losers winning big on the lottery
Rehab rejects still sniffing glue
Constant refutation with myself
I'm a victim of a catch 22
I have no belief
But I believe
I'm a walking contradiction
And I ain't got no right.

WESTBOUND SIGN

Boxed up
All of her favorite things
Sold the rest at a rainy yard sale
Big plans and leaving friends and
A westbound sign
Weighed out
Her choices on a scale
Prevailing nothing made sense
Just transportation and a
Blank decision...she's taking off
No time and no copping out
She's burning daylight and petrol
Blacked out the rearview mirror
Heading westward on
Strung out
On confusion road
And ten minute nervous breakdowns
Xanex a beer for thought
And she determined...she's taking off
Is it salvation?
Or an escape from discontent?
Wil