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Let's Get Ready To Stumble

by Last Call Brawl

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1.
On The Up 02:23
(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
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Work It Out 02:43
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…
3.
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
4.
Lazy Love 02:17
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
5.
Mouth Shut 02:05
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!
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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…
9.
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!
10.
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
11.
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
12.
Face Down 01:41
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
13.
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)
14.
Hopes Up! 01:41
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
15.
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?
16.
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…
17.
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!!
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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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