1. |
Fight or Fight
01:39
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Out of my fucking way!
Get out of my fucking way!
Out of my fucking way!
Don’t make me drive through you!
Drunken cishet assholes taking pictures in the street
Gentrifying, instagraming, postin g, I’ll delete
Their souls from this existent plane my bumper likes to bump
Their selfie stick impails them all a yuppie shish kabab
Out of my fucking way!
Get out of my fucking way!
Out of my fucking way!
Don’t make me drive through you!
You know when youre stuck in traffic behind 8 assholes on onea those pedal busses with the fucking drunk middle aged lady looking back at you going “woooo! Woo” not even fucking pedaling and you’re late for band practice because you didnt even have time or a dollar to grab the fucking fast food you planned to eat for dinner and you’ve worked sixty fucking hours this week but the bus is going five fucking miles per hour and Cheryl or whatever is up there taunting you. I swear to god if this fucking prius wasn’t so low i’d fucking do it.
Dont fucking tempt me Cheryl
Dont fucking tempt me Cheryl
Dont fucking tempt me Cheryl
I’ll fucking do it
Dont fucking tempt me
Dont fucking tempt me
Dont fucking tempt me
I need to get out of Denver
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2. |
Death Sentence
03:42
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Why do we allow this shit
These practices approved by government
Police executing on the streets
Face no punishment for murdering
The citizens we think they have
An obligation to protect
But that obligation’s fucking shit
Just look at the goddamn precedent
States sentence defendants to their death
By drugs that can’t be legally possessed
Through trials swayed by race and gender
Prosecutors have their finger on the trigger
States reserve the right to kill
Whenever they fucking feel like it
The president, politicians elected
On the platform of the murder of people unprotected
The state should not decide who lives and dies x3
The state should not determine who deserves to die
Hold police accountable
Hold prosecutors accountable
Hold judges accountable
Hold the legislature accountable
Hold the president accountable
Hold the governor accountable
Hold the courts accountable
Hold the state accountable
Cops are state-sanctioned killers
Death by cop is state-approved murder
The courts are federally-sanctioned killers
Execution is federally-approved murder
The state should not decide who lives and dies x3
The state should not determine who deserves to die
The courts deny their obligations
No prosecution of pigs with motivations
To kill anyone who isn’t white
For possessing a gun or just for living their life
Execution of citizens
Innocent civilians
No crimes committed no culpability
Just the government’s fear of vulnerability
Black men are shot down in the street
No opportunity to trial or plea
And if not killed on sight
They’re sentenced to life
Upheld by state judges
Jury verdicts uncontested
The Supreme fucking Court’s upholding the sentence
The law of the land is just 9 unelecteds
Execution is federally-approved murder
59% of executions in 2020 were conducted by the federal government
Every prisoner executed had mental or emotional impairments or was under 21 at the time of their crime
Trump scheduled executions of two prisoners who didn’t kill anyone
Cops are state-sanctioned killers
The police kill 1,000 people annually
Less than 5 officers are charged for killing citizens every year
Laws protecting cops who murder are upheld as constitutional
Citizens sentenced to life and death
While cops escape all punishment
No proof required, or too much expected
Enforced by people who weren’t even elected
You want a closing argument
Well here it fuckin is
The justice system isn’t justice
But it’s got more power than the government
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3. |
Woke
02:58
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Being woke is not a personality
Does not give you the right to talk down to me
You ignore human life and ignore human pain
Motherfucker, you aren’t transcendental, you don’t have a brain
You’re gentrifying neighborhoods
Stealing homes from the poor
Upping prices and upping rent
You’re a bunch of rich assholes
Pretending that you care
Doesn’t make what you do right
You don’t care about anyone
You care about your pride
You’re gentrifying neighborhoods
Stealing homes from the poor
Upping prices and upping rent
You’re a bunch of rich assholes
Pretending that you care
Doesn’t make what you do right
You don’t care about anyone
You care about your pride
Being woke is not a personality
Does not give you the right to talk down to me
You ignore human life and ignore human pain
Motherfucker, you aren’t transcendental, you don’t have a brain
Reusable bags aren’t worth more than human life
You aren’t helping the earth, you’re helping your pride
You’re a sexist racist homophobe
And you hide it cuz you’re fucking woke
Fuck off
You gentrifying piece of shit
Fuck you
Trust fund kid living in a van because you think it makes you cool
But what about the poor kids that you bullied in high school
Brand names aren’t worth more than human life
You aren’t helping the earth, you’re helping your pride
You’re a sexist racist homophobe
And you hide it cuz you’re fucking woke
Fuck your fake hippie bullshit
You gentrifying fucks
Fuck your fake hippie bullshit
Being woke is not a personality
Does not give you the right to talk down to me
You’re a sexist racist homophobe
And you hide it cuz you’re fucking woke
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4. |
Cartoons
03:35
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I dream
about cartoons and internet
Every morning way after I’m out of bed
I’ve been feeling completely delirious
I’ll sleep
through the days, yeah a white abyss
I started eating fruit for breakfast but it
doesn’t stop the nervous itch and
And the nausea in my stomach says
I gotta go do something about that
Fuck
About that
Fuck
About that
Probably just fuck about it-oh
O-woah-a-o ah-oh-ah-oh-uh-woah
O-woah-a-o ah-oh-ah-oh-uh-woah
O-woah-a-o ah-oh-ah-oh aa-aa-aa-aa
O-woah-a-o ah-oh-ah-oh-uh-woah
O-woah-a-o ah-oh-ah-oh-uh-woah
O-woah-a-o ah-oh-ah-oh aa-aa-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
O-woah-a-o I don’t wanna get dressed
O-woah-a-o did i hit my head
O-woah-a-o but I’m not depressssssssed
I’m just tired
O-woah-a-o I don’t wanna get dressed
O-woah-a-o did i hit my head
O-woah-o but I'm not depressed
When I’m not falling through emotions I’m just
going through the motions or I’m
looking for the next dumb thing
to try to try again again and again and again
and make myself care about
Woo!
O-woah-a-o I don’t wanna get dressed
O-woah-a-o did i hit my head
O-woah-a-o but I’m not depressed
I’m just tired
O-woah-a-o I don’t wanna get dressed
O-woah-a-o fix my fucking head
O-woah-o its okay I’m depressed
I’m just tired sometimes things are really shitty
I dream
about cartoons and internet
Every morning way after I’m out of bed
I’ve been feeling completely delirious
Can’t sleep
Crash at 3 and I’m up by 6
Milk of magnesia, cartoons and internet
My stomach still always feels like shit
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5. |
Minimum Wage
02:18
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I’m not really good at anything
I don’t have many friends
I’m shit at making ends meet
I’ve heard that everything is meant to work out
But it seems pretty shit to me
Stuck in a society where we waste all our time
Just trying to put food on our plates
You say that’s normality
Well that’s just shit
There’s no time left for anyone to live
You have to beat the system if you want to survive
But there’s no time for having fun
I don’t want to be trapped by this system that’s capitalist-run
I want to
Make friends and music and break all the rules
But then how the fuck do I get home afterwards
I want to
Live my best life and die having fun
But instead here we are all alone
These days were all stuck in fucking capitalism
Make some money and buy a home and go to work and do it more
Do it better and faster or you won’t succeed
Stuck in corporate greed
Stuck in a society where we waste all our time
Just trying to put food on our plates
You say that’s normality
Well that’s just shit
There’s no time left for anyone to live
You have to beat the system if you want to survive
But there’s no time for having fun
I don’t want to be trapped by this system that’s capitalist-run
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6. |
Decay
03:46
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When you were gone I didn’t wanna stay
Dust piles up and we’re all turning gray
Decay
Decay
Decay
Decaay
Time won’t heal my salty wounds
But it’s still passing by
Laying in my room I’m rotting but
Somehow I never have any time for
The shit that I like and the whole world’s dying
You’re so woke that you’re blind it’s fucking exhausting
To act like we’re fine when you know we’re not and
I’m throwing up
Throwing up
I’m crying
Giving up
I mean I’m fucking trying
Decay
Decay
Decay
Decaay
I wish arguments were meant to heal
Instead of using lines
You probably rehearsed on your notes app
So you can act like you won every time. I’m gonna
Live every day like it might be the last one. Cause it
actually might be the fucking last one.
The snow turns gray in a matter of days,
and half the fucking town burned down – it’s really clear we don’t have long
The feeling of fear is palpable. I’m getting
tired of hiding you from it all. So you can
convince me I’m not miserable, ‘cause that’s the
thing that keeps me down, so don’t tell me that I can’t frown.
Every time I try to talk about something
You say that you feel like it’s probably nothing
you act like becoming an asshole’s part of
Growing up, I’m
Throwing up
I’m Crying
“We can’t give up”
The lie you keep reminding me
When you were gone I didn’t wanna stay
Dust piles up and we’ll all turn gray
Decay
Decay
Decay
Decay
Decay
Decay
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7. |
Burn
03:30
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The world isn’t gonna burn it’s just covered in plastic
Suffocate on its self bet it feels fantastic
And I know I’m probably coming off like an asshole
But it's all your fault
Maybe it's my fault too just for existing
But I didn’t even really plan on enlisting
So now i'm crying out to whoever is listening
It's all your fault
Drop your shit and run
Because I bet it weighs a ton
Undo what was done
Before it kills you
Maybe we should self destruct
Maybe it’s just bad luck
Maybe we’re already fucked
God fucking save me
Poison air poison water
lined up like pigs for the slaughter
Everybody wastes their whole damn life
Every day until they fucking die
Every lie they’ve been taught
everything they have bought
In a landfill on standby
Long nights
Working jobs nobody likes
Try to sleep I don't have the right
Don't ask me if I feel alright
The world isn’t gonna burn it’s just covered in plastic
Suffocate on its self bet it feels fantastic
And I know I’m probably coming off like an asshole
But it’s all your fault
It’s all your fault
It’s all your fault
Glass cells concrete prison
Can this be the life I’m living
And we're never gonna get good pay
work for hours every day
Just to call it quits
buy some useless shit
get bored and throw it away
I don't ever want to live that life
3 kids, house, car and wife
So I'll quit my fucking job
And live like a fucking slob
Or maybe I’ll just run away
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8. |
Therapy
02:42
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Don’t know if I’m better right now than a year ago
But I think my brand of ignorance has gone straight out the door
All the things that I worked for the profit isn’t mine
Bought my groceries paid my rent and now I have no time
No money left to spend on the things I really want
So back to school, get some loans, oh fuck I just forgot
The reason that I’m here who I even want to work for
A mystery I can’t believe I used to think I know
I don’t know if I’m crazy but I think I’ve gone insane
The last thing I recall is graduating 8th grade
Fuck your politics your style
Fuck the places I won’t get hired
Fuck your million dollar cars
You know who you fuckin are
Fuck your third Tesla this week
And fuck all your daddy’s money
I hope he can afford your therapy
Fuck your politics your style
Fuck the places I won’t get hired
Fuck your million dollar cars
You know who the fuck you are
Fuck your third Tesla this week
And fuck all your daddy’s money
I hope he can afford your therapy
Another week another hour this shit’s gone fucking sour
Twenty to do lists on my phone and I still haven’t done one
But here I am let’s try again maybe this is the week I win
Call me Friday I’ll let you know I doubt I get there though
The thing I’m afraid of is I run out of time
I know life works that way and no one leaves alive
I hope I’m the exception to every goddamn rule
But it turns out I’m just a college kid stuck sitting here in school
I don’t know if I’m crazy but I think I’ve gone insane
Got no money got no job I can’t get a fucking break
Fuck your politics your style
Fuck the places I won’t get hired
Fuck your million dollar cars
You know who you fuckin are
Fuck your third Tesla this week
And fuck all your daddy’s money
I hope he can afford your therapy
Fuck your politics your style
Fuck the places I won’t get hired
Fuck your million dollar cars
You know who the fuck you are
Fuck your third Tesla this week
And fuck all your daddy’s money
I hope he can afford your therapy
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9. |
Bakin' Pigs
02:00
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Is it socialism communism anarchism or any ism
that’ll get the cops to stop
thinking a cellphone is a shotgun
Their fragile masculinity and intimidating act
They’ll lock you in a cage for life just because they can
Every white suburban mom with blue lives matter on her car
We can slash her tires all we want but she’ll still help the cops
Police lives don’t matter more than your friends’
Defend your family not the fucks who say they protect
Shooting down everyone in their way
All because they were bullied in the third grade
Trying to defend their right to be a man
By killing anyone who stands up to them
We all sit quiet while they kill black men
For having skittles, wearing a hoodie, or just because they can
They’ll use their lights to blind you while they destroy the system
What can we do but call for anarchism
These dirty crispy bacon pigs ruined my favorite color
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10. |
The Gay Song
02:25
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I can’t quite put my finger on the thing about gender that I hate so much
So instead I wrote this song to tell you that I’m super fucking queer
I grew up being told I was a princess a lady
Don’t have boys over sit only this way
But as it turns out I’m still super fucking queer
Why do we tell our children
That there’s only two options for normal
That it’s not okay to change your body
Or wear different clothes to feel how you want to
Why are dresses only for girls
And all the sports are only for boys
All this gender shit is just made up
So do what you want to
Stop giving a fuck
I don’t know how to tell everyone
The ways that my gender doesn’t conform
To everyone else’s social norms
I’m super fucking queer
Everything my parents told me
The right way to act like cishet normals
Didn’t even matter because I’m still super fucking queer
You have to be a bigger man
Than any man that stands next to you
Because until then your stepped on and spit on and put down for everything you do
No one will listen to the shit you say unless they think you have a dick
You stand up and sing about what you think now it’s female-fronted punk shit
Try to push me down
I’ll get the fuck back up
This isn’t about identity
This is waking the fuck up
Don’t listen to the shit they say
Just let yourself be you
You think I’m a girl?
All I’ve got to say is
Fuck you
Why do we tell our children
That there’s only two options for normal
That it’s not okay to change your body
Or wear different clothes to feel how you want to
Why are dresses only for girls
And all the sports are only for boys
All this gender shit is just made up
So do what you want to
Stop giving a fuck
I don’t think that it should matter
Who I am doesn’t really concern you
But apparently I still have to tell everyone
That I’m super fucking queer
I don’t get why this shit is important
It’s none of your fucking business
But in case you still really want to know
I’m super fucking queer
I don’t think that it should matter
Who I am doesn’t really concern you
But apparently I still have to tell everyone
That I’m super fucking queer
I don’t get why this shit is important
It’s none of your fucking business
But in case you still really want to know
I’m super fucking queer
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Caustic Soda Boulder, Colorado
Junk Punk from Denver and Boulder
Jaye - Guitar
Kyle - Drums
Terrie - Vocals + bass
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