Let's Get Ready To Stumble

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- Recorded at Big Blue Meanie Studios
- Mastered at West Side Music
- Guest Vocals By: Lou Koller & Craig Setari (Sick Of It All)
- Guest Vocals By: Jimmy Gestapo (Murphys Law)

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released September 15, 2012

- Recorded at Big Blue Meanie Studios
- Mastered at West Side Music
- Guest Vocals By: Lou Koller & Craig Setari (Sick Of It All)
- Guest Vocals By: Jimmy Gestapo (Murphys Law)

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Last Call Brawl New York, New York

A LCB show is a big party for everyone that consists of drunken sing alongs infused with hardcore punk rock anthems! We reach out to anyone looking to have FUN! If you take life too seriously come to a show, let yourself go and DRINK A BEER PUSSY!!

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Track Name: On The Up
(Intro)
“Ladies & Gentleman, In this corner at a combined weight of 762lbs
With a record of zero wins and a lifelong battle of losses
From slow-folk county New York, Last Call Brawl…
Let’s Get Ready To Stumble!!!”

I got the bright side in my pocket and I’m feeling optimistic
Dead and gone it’s been too long since looking up was daily hygiene
Waking up to take a swing instead of staring at the concrete
Better times like I knew before

Oh ah oh- on the up, on the up, get up and go
Oh ah oh- on the up, on the up, singin’
Oh ah oh- on the up, on the up, get up and go
Oh ah oh- on the up, on the up

Waiting not no longer for the weight to be uplifted
Tearing down the walls of endless falls an building something solid
I could prattle on about the luck I never had and wanted
It ain’t luck it’s stepping up

Irish luck don’t give a fuck I’m on the up
Track Name: Work It Out
Good luck your fucked buttercup
Cause you force fed me lies with a fork & a knife
I shoulda realized and read between the lines
Been a bigger man an took control of my life
Out late night drinkin with the boys
To erase all the pain & the bullshit you caused
All my friends placed bets I was warned then scorned
I’m fucked 10-4, now I’m over and out

We can work it out, coming at me with a dead swing
We can work it out, sayin so I didn’t say anything
We can work it out, I’ll be ready if ya wanna go

Two fat lips, two fat tits & pissed on gin
Had two fingers knuckle deep in the back of an alleyway swappin spit
An if we get it right maybe we can stop this fight tonight
Fat chance, slow dance, piss my pants you’re a waste of fuckin time

Lost track, I’m back for a fact
It took a lot of thinking but I gained back what I’d lacked
The gutter ain’t a shelter for a mind a little mental
Now I’m pushing through your center while you take a step back
Last rites to a worthless fight
Where you force fed me lies with a fork & a knife
But since I realized and read between the lines
I’ve been a better man and took control of my life

We can work it out…
Track Name: Small Victories
My eyes were dropped so I picked em back up and I started hitting back
I found a cure for insecure called pride in a knuckle sandwich
I cracked my safe filled of pent up rage and I’m paying back what is owed
Go fuck yourself and step aside no longer I’m the joke

Pride I haven’t felt before
Right up till today
My eyes are wide my conscience tight
So step out of the way

Small Victories
The gloves are off and yeah I’m fuckin it up
Small Victories
Now’s the time I’m finally first in line
Small Victories
When times are low I’m gonna give it a go
Small Victories
Now I’ve got me Small Victories
Track Name: Lazy Love
Don’t care about the weather
Nothings gray when we’re together
Sunny skies are shining far and wide
We’ll sleep till 2 or 3
Then wake and fuck & watch some T.V.
Hangin out just drinkin gettin high
Once a month well wash our socks
Eating ice cream from your box
Stinky ash trays filled up by our sides

Tie up both our hearts with some barbwire, Oh Yeah Let’s Go!

We’ll sleep till 2 or 3
Then wake and fuck & watch some T.V.
Hangin out just drinkin gettin high
Once a month well wash our socks
Eating ice cream from your box
Stinky ash trays filled up by our sides

Don’t care about the weather
Nothings gray when we’re together
Sunny skies are shining far and wide
Once a month we’ll wash our socks
Eating ice cream from your box
Stinky ash trays filled up by our sides
Track Name: Mouth Shut
1-2 Fuck You!
Got a job after school in a pizzeria
And I’m savin up for a shotgun
All the kids at school who been talkin shit
Are gonna wish they kept their mouth shut
All the bullies on the block who turned into cops
Are gonna wish they kept their mouth shut
And the so called friends who turned in the end
Are gonna wish they kept their mouth shut

Carrying on & on
Never know when to bite your tongue
Carrying on & on
Settle on the playground 1 on 1
Carrying on & on
At the bike rack when detentions done
Carrying on & on
At the bridge with your boys who are packin guns

All the lunch line cutters and the milk money robbers
Are gonna wish they kept their mouth shut
Security guards thinking they’re in charge
Are gonna wish they kept their mouth shut
Psychologist’s with laundry lists
Are gonna wish they kept their mouth shut
The white sheep elite who called us freaks
Are gonna wish they kept their mouth shut

Shoulda kept their mouth shut…
Shoulda kept their fuckin mouth shut!
Track Name: My Stomach Hates My Guts
Her head is in the toilet and the mirror’s talkin back
She weighs 87 pounds man, but still she thinks she’s fat
Oh darlin yeah oh darling girl your beauty I do see
Please keep down those quarter pounders and O.D. on calories

Take your fuckin fingers out of your mouth and stop throwing up…

She’s not a vegetarian she eats meat including the fat
But 15 minutes later man she’s spitting that shit back
Counting ribs on skinny chicks’ man just ain’t where it’s at
I want chug a beer, her steak is seared, she says are you gonna finish that
Track Name: Chewing On Hatred
Chewing on hatred in a box without a window
Suicide watch grabbed a fork from the mess hall
Chewing on hatred in a box without a window
Anger fills my mind

Regret is something more painful
Than getting stab and dragged through the mud
Wanna back peddle to a different time
And re-write what was on my mind
Lost my friends, home, family
And gained a jail of enemies
Keep my head up while I’m alive
But I know it’s just a matter of time

My Mind…

Can’t show my tears inside
My soul is a stranger
Now my fists are my saviors
My fists are my way out
Track Name: The War Is On
Yesterday I was walkin through the hallway
Bored of education in a school that I hate
Now today I’m the man at the company
Head shit shovel’er what can I say
Wake up half dead, with a steel tip boot I kick the alarm clock
I feel like I’m stuck but I won’t give up on the war that can’t be won

Get home and my dinner got cold,
So I eat 10 beers and wrestle the remote control
Oh my how the time goes bye
If I could do things different I would change my whole life,
Are you that brain dead?
You dug yourself the grave that you’re dying in
Your attitude sucks and that’s why you’ll die in the war that can’t be won

Say What? The war can’t be won

The War Is On…
Track Name: Roller Derby Massacre
We’re #1 at bustin skulls and ya better believe it
Coming up inside got bloodshot eyes
Comin at ya with a smile knowing you’re gonna die
Psycho surgery I am got no fuckin friends
Comin at ya with a plate of knuckle sandwiches
Miracles are blind and other skaters got none tonight

I got my razor skates and spikes on elbow pads
I’m gonna kill someone tonight
I got this feeling that my brain is going bad
Programmed I’m set, I’m ready to fight
Alright…

Programmed I’m set, I’m ready to fight
Programmed I’m set, I’m ready to fight, fight, fight!
Track Name: Somewhere In Brooklyn
Drivin down the highway singin’ ahhh-ahhh-ahhh
Everything was goin fine, till we hit another car
Hid the dope & booze while we waited for the cops
On the way to Jensen’s house to pick up POR

Oh yeah, Alright

Got a show goin down & were 9th on the bill
We’re all on edge cuz were hooked to the gills
On booze & ludes and a tightening noose
But it’s still goin down in the borough of Brooklyn

It ain’t the total worst
Still got our friends still got our goals
Still got beer & rock n roll
What ya doin here?
Don’t look the look you’ve no idea
I guess were playin from our souls, our souls
Which we sold to the devil for beer & blow

So we got to the show how we sounded I don’t know
Can’t recall if there were brawls or the hugged & dosey doe’d
On the road goin home all in debt to Mr. Fullam
And it’s all goin down in the borough of Brooklyn
Track Name: We Can't Lose
You thought we fuckin dropped out
Blew our load, hung it up & bowed down
Couldn’t stand your gonna waste away
Our strength got tighter from the bond we can’t break

Last call mutha-fuckin brawl
No plan just a band with the drop of a phone call
Right in your face and now’s the time
Back-up boys cause now were gonna take it

That’s just the reason buddy we can’t lose
Come on step outside you’ll catch a beating
That’s just the reason baby we can’t lose
Come on step outside…
That’s just the reason buddy we can’t lose
Come on step outside you’ll catch a beating
That’s just the reason baby we can’t lose

We can’t lose!
Never ever ask the reason why we can’t lose
We can’t lose!

Ten drinks and the skills to spit quick
Our boys on stage singin loud’s our best trick
Pickin up change just to pass the time
We’re old as dirt but we got no deadline
Track Name: Face Down
We’re better known for playin our shows 2 fisted as we creep off the bar
Bud cans in the van under emergency glass that we break before we get out the car
Another round goes down as we sound check the sound and we nod in agreement it’s good
And then we hit the stage in a drunken rage and then we basically forget how to play

Cause we were…
Face fuckin down, In the back of the pub again…

We got friends and fans who are drunker than us slam dancin to no music at all
Brains wired wrong but our hearts are strong together stand united as one
We never turned our backs on drinkin’ six, six packs and the band is still ready to play
With our eyes half closed that’s how we play our shows and we wouldn’t have it any other way
Track Name: Led Poisoning (Of The Head)
My high school hates my guts, Guess what I’ll blow them up
Junior’s got bombs in the lunch box
I got my Daddy s gun It’s time to have some fun
Target practice in the gymnasium
The student body count is what they’ll talk about
And for once I’ll be the talk of the town
I got these friends of mine it happened over time
Ridicule has fueled this youth genocide

Got guns I’m building bombs
Something’s going wrong inside
My mind can’t shut this anger off
Banging my fist against a wall, against a wall
Against a wall that s hitting back so fuck you all

The cafeteria was mass hysteria
Smokin’ lunch ladies that served me stale tuna
The faculty room is gonna go a boom
Planted bombs in there yesterday afternoon
My guns my hallway pass, I look at the bloodbath
Revenge is mine yeah I’m havin the last laugh
The cops start bustin in M-16’s in their hands
Now it’s time to close these hating eyes
(Bullet in the head)
Track Name: Hopes Up!
I used to think, What’d ya think?
That we all could get along
But now I know that I was wrong
Find yourself, Find yourself
Find yourself in unity
And now that I know that talk is cheap

I shouldn’t get my hopes up, I always got my fists up
I’m doin shots of ketchup cause the liquors too expensive
It’s time to realize, Stop the hate and join the fight
Against the thoughts we’re quick to think
That builds the bricks of hate in our minds
In our minds…

Stop to think, Stop to think
Are we really that different?
Or just scared to speak the truth
Waste of breath, Waste of breath
Cause it’s not happening
You liking me, me liking you
Track Name: Trance-Ill-Vein-Ya
A life was taken 22 years old, This is how the story unfolds
Frankie you were a friend of mine, A friend that was taken before his time
Why’d ya tell me everything was alright? When deep inside there was an ongoing fight
Take the syringes out of the dart board, And let’s shoot a game of pain you can’t afford

Shot dead 3 in the head
You dug your own, Your own death bed
By choosing the life you led
Stickin needles in your arm and now you’re gone

When life was dull not quite peculiar, You set up shop in trance-ill-vein-ya
A tax free mindset livin in the clouds, Until the tax collectors blew your brains out
A lonely street slumped dead in your car, Did death finally heal your life long scars?
I never got to say goodbye, I cried by your coffin side

November 21st 2004
That was the night I got the call
Your crying mother on the end of the line
Asking me why?
Why’d my son die?
Track Name: Television Sky
Go walk it off we’ve got so much time to spend together now
We walked for miles I wasn’t tired and I didn’t notice much
Eyes open wide a nervous numb and what was fun had gotten dumb
Television sky high as a kite so I guess I’ll stay awhile

Go walk it off, we got nothing left to lose
Go walk it off we still got stash and cash & booze
Go walk it off yeah no outsiders allowed
Go walk it off, with a switchblade no working brain cells
Riker’s Island could be the last stop

We found a shit hole pub drank at the wood till some lady offered us
2 passes V.I.P. at a strip club party on I forgot the street
Dressed more than down looking sickly pale the bouncers threw us out
It was clear our time was up our television sky had turned it black on us

We weren’t sure so we sniffed another line
Before we fell off the deep end
And now it’s fuckin hammer time
I shit my shorts an my bank accounts gone
I’ll stop at the beginning
And I’ll start up at the end of this song
(Right about now’s when we walked away)

We scored but lost yeah but at the time it didn’t matter much
Television sky has passed us by, no regrets, no brain cells left
Short on cash, sniffed all our stash almost died but had a blast
Got home ok it’s safe to say that I didn’t go to work the next day…
Track Name: Beer-N-Violence
I barely ever went to school
I hated work, authority & myself
When times were tough I drank too much
But it never seemed to help
I wasted all my chances on a descent education
Now I work for dirt get drunk & play guitar
Now I work for dirt do drugs & play guitar

I met her at an A.A. meeting then we went out for some drinks
We scored a bag of dope an a porno flick and we went back to her place
She was totally shaved and waving a gun as the radio song, sang, sung
She’s Holding all the clout and I’ve got none

Beer -N- Violence Here’s to Beer -N- Violence
Beer -N- Violence Cheer’s to Beer -N- Violence

DRINK A BEER PUSSY!!