Bronze Monsters EP

by Bronze Monsters

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(free) 02:40
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(free) 02:10
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02:09
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(free) 01:30
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03:11
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03:10

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released June 30, 2011

Engineered by Walter Westinghouse and Tom Myers.
Art by Andrew Terrell.

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Track Name: Who wants friends?
He's a holy rolling soldier, roaming slowly while Rome smolders.
Keeps his chin up, and his chest out,
He's been skipping corner stones from the get go.

He's wasted some sound,
Wasted some time,
Wasted his love,
and wasted his prime.
He doesn't give a mother-fuck.
That's right.
When your oceans full of oil you've got bigger fish to fry.

She's always sad,
but she never cries.
So when he starts to leave,
She can act surprised.
There's nothing wrong with believing lies,
and if you hate the truth,
there's no sacrifice.
If it looks too good,
believe your eyes,
If you burn your books,
That's called Libricide.

Perfect.
Compromising science like you cursed it.

He's a handy man.
He's a know-it-all.
He's a bruiser and a dead-eye and the quickest draw.
Chip the size of Venus on his shoulder,
and he bore the burden openly,
To show the world he's over it.

He said:

"I don't want to be more famous than I am,
But I could always use a couple billion friends."
Track Name: The Everyman
Please.

God.

Grant me the strength to keep standing through the cattle prods.
We don't want to sleep in slaughter houses.
We prefer to keep our daughters out of trouble with the law,
So we can lock them at the jaw,
and they can scream "JIHAD" while we're snapping at their bras.
Jah!
Let's get raw!
With the gift of gab i go "blah blah blah"
Earthquake!
Why you no shake with us?
Why die safely?
You can live dangerous!
Please God put your faith in ME,
All i need is a will and a way,
to breed.

You can't plant seeds in a stampede.
But you can learn botany in the off season.

Just ask around,
the everyman agrees,
the everywoman's not proud,
of her children's deeds,
her frozen locks,
or her broken keys.
She won't be phased by an icy breeze,
because she wants to chill,
While ice caps bleed.

Grasp. (Grieve)
All your pain and suffering released. (With ease)
All the weight is lifted, you can breathe. (In peace)
Unleash all your misery on me. (Yes, please)

We're just what you expected!

Smash! Bang!
Hit em with the ray gun.
You don't want to share the same sun with us,
I promise.
Everything I touch, turns to sawdust.
I'm not flawless but at least I'm honest.
Where's my brain?
Spinning in a circle like a rock in outer space.
You can't complain if you've got bad taste.
Just take the bronze,
You lost the race.

Grasp. (Grieve)
All your pain and suffering released. (With ease)
All the weight is lifted, you can breathe. (In peace)
Unleash all your misery on me. (Yes, please)
Track Name: Milestones
Backbone,
thicker than her waistline.
Brighter than the daylight,
Twice - brought a brain to a gun fight.
Calm in her own right.
Not afraid to kiss the razor blade on the wrong side.
No matter what it tastes like.

No weight loss,
dancing pants on.
Im paying compliments,
Hit me with your best song!
Chances are, we can get real low,
because my dollar collar kennel cough,
is keeping me at home.

There's a,
Fine line between showdown and showtime.
Split hairs now and you're gonna miss the firefight.
Please read some science sweetheart,
You like to riot right?
Research what you're dying for!

We're Just Killing Some Time, (x3)
So I'll give it to you line by line!

I've got,
No tricks - just a boom boom disco,
More pin pricks than in San Francisco,
Fat like Crisco,
No hair on my double chin,
A pep in my step, as i'm gonna make your mother sin.
-Ugly little hermit with a stupid grin,
Never told a lie that wasn't crafted for his benefit,
much of what he did was to his detriment,
but he could never see it how it was,
Ignorance.

We're Just Killing Some Time, (x3)
So I'll give it to you line by line!

Please think before you speak,
Google before you tweet.
There's no recipe for sweet,
It varies from tongue to teeth,
This give us a lot of grief,
and leads up to praise beef,
So please, baby,
Breathe, baby.