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Well, they’re playing some songs
You won’t hear on the radio
‘Cause they’re gone, gone
They’re gone, gone, they’re gone
Well, they’re not ones to forsake your trust
When the noise comes crashing down
‘Cause this band right here is called
SHOT TO HELL
And they’re breaking. . .
I said this band is breaking down
They’re on the road
And they’re just laying it down
And all the people at the bar…
They don’t give a damn who they are
Well, there’s light in my eyes
But you’ll never prove me wrong
And so I write another
Another propaganda song
This band is breaking down
This band is breaking down
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Find Yer Own Way
02:26
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Well I’ve been thinking about the role I’m playing
And it’s the one that keeps it from breaking
And all these songs that we’ve been playing
I don’t hear what you’re not saying
This place has no walls or a roof
This space is defined by the truth…
It’s here when we come together
To create something new
If you don’t feel it
You can find your own way too
If you listen close now you might hear us
We needed this space to keep it from breaking
And all these songs that we’ve been playing
I don’t care what they’re not saying
Now listen close and you will hear us
We needed this time to to keep it all from breaking
And all those songs that we were playing
I can’t hear what you’re not saying
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Waking Up
06:28
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Days I wake, see the beams streaming down
They give you hope
Where there is none
The light of day, somehow seems to clear your mind
And you forget
Where you got lost
As you wake up
And there’s a man, he’s not unlike any other man
He can’t wake up
He keeps on tossing around
Days will come, you wake up blind to the sun
But it will find you out
Eventually
As you wake up
. . .
The light of day, somehow seems to clear your soul
And days will come, you’ll wake up blind to the sun
But they will pass, they will pass, eventually
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4. |
Things Might Improve
04:40
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There’s only one…motivation
To keep you trying
And then there’s one…that knocks you down
Flat on your face
And there you lie, so prostrate
Clinging desperately
To your state of mind
Hoping… That things might improve
There’s always two emotions
That wear you down
This depression draws you out
The other drags you down
There’s always one too many drunkards
Sitting at the bar
They’re always talking about all the reasons
They’re down and out
And so you listen, and await
Clinging desperately
Or letting go, before things improve
Things might improve
They might improve
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Hear It Again
03:21
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Four-thirty AM
They play our song on the radio
Oh, don’t they know
I wanna hear it again
Four-thirty AM
Driving home from a rock-n-roll show
Oh, don’t you know
I wanna hear it again
I wanna hear it again
I wanna hear it again, I wanna hear it again
I wanna hear it again, hear it again
I wanna hear it again
Four-thirty AM
The bed’s empty and you’re not home
You told me why you had to go
I wanna hear it again
Four-thirty AM
The bed’s empty and you’re not home
You told me why you had to go
I wanna hear it again
I wanna hear it again (x100)
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Shot to Hell La Crosse, Wisconsin
Using comparisons to describe Shot To Hell is relatively useless. These hard-hitting cow-punkers from La Crosse, WI cover more ground than a stampeding herd of pissed-off buffalo...With one foot firmly planted in today's indie-garage rock and one firmly planted in yesterday's country horse-apple, Shot To Hell makes the combination of country sensibility and punk ethos work better than most. ... more
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