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Goon Game

by Beatnik Scat

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1.
The World's Gone Mad (So Have I) 03:36
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Maniac in the driver seat Losing my mind in this desert heat Haunted by ghosts from my past Scavenge the wasteland, food and gas Name don’t matter, go my own way Flat black Interceptor V8 Weapon of choice, sawn off twelve The world has fallen, raising hell Chorus: Been reduced to my only instinct Do anything to survive Who’s more crazy? Me or them? Since the world’s gone mad, so have I Gang of bikers killed my family Got my vengeance, nothing could stop me War for gas fought on the road Light up the bastards, watch them explode Hunted by the living, hunted by the dead Running from memories, can’t get out of my head Always under attack, kill to survive I’m covered in blood, it ain’t mine Chorus Hope is nothing but a mistake You can’t fix what’s broken, you’ll go insane No future for humanity You wanna get outta here? You talk to me Chorus So have I, so have I So have I, so have I So have I, so have I I’ve lost my fucking mind
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Goon Game 03:16
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Eighteen targets out on the ice Six of them ain’t coming back Show no mercy, show no remorse Unleash my vicious attack Bad reputation, I don’t play nice Now you’re shit outta luck You try fucking with my team I’m gonna fuck you up Chorus: Drop the gloves, I’ll turn the ice red Tonight you’re sleeping in a hospital bed Play at your own risk, brutality’s my name Thrash, grind, beatdown’s How you play the goon game Where you running? There’s nowhere to hide Out for blood, now I’m pissed You’re in my grasp, now you’re fucked Introduce you to my fist My second home, the penalty box Five minutes behind the glass Once I’m out, I’m hunting you down Coming to beat your ass Chorus Checked in the hip, slammed into the boards Bust out your teeth, breaking your nose I’m the enforcer, I’m not here to score Beat you down, make you bleed some more Chorus
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Molly Got Her Skull Cracked 02:51
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Did you hear about Molly? The bitchy village whore She’ll fuck you once, suck you twice Leave you wanting more Then she fucked Frankie He thought they were an item Fucked him out of pity She didn’t even like him Frankie was a junkie Loved his crystal meth Saw her fuck some other guy Frankie lost his shit She opened up the door Thought he’d wanna fuck her Cracked open her head With a Louisville Slugger Molly’s in a coma Bandage on her head Molly got her skull cracked Lucky she ain’t dead Frankie’s in a cell Be out in five to ten Once he hits the street He’ll try to fuck her again Batter up! Molly got her skull cracked!
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My Goodbye Time 03:35
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I love the smell of a burning house in the nighttime When the flames draw near, it’ll be my goodbye time Lying on the floor, talking to the ceiling Drunk on bourbon, killing hard feelings I can’t fight this anguish in my mind I got nothing left, I’ve reached the end of the line I wanna suffer, burn, scream and choke This abandoned house is going up in smoke Self loathing dealer of pain Deck the halls with 93 octane I’m fucking helpless, no hope for me Nothing but a charbroiled corpse to be Chug some bourbon, catch my breath The time has come for me to meet my death The stench of gas has got me excited Wish I thought to bring a way to ignite it Question burning inside my mind Why’s this happen every fucking time? There’s always something getting in my way Looking like I ain’t dying today Now I’m thinking that I’ve gone insane Death’s the only way to kill my pain I’ll try again, there ain’t no doubt Gonna take the chicken shit way out
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Jazz Ruined Me 02:44
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Used to play the sax down in NYC In the Brooklyn jazz clubs, 1973 I was flat out broke, couldn’t pay the rent Eating one meal a day, all my money was spent Met a guy dealing H Said he could get me some dough Walk the streets at night Pushing H throughout the borough Do H if you wanna be great The Jazzman’s favorite drug Making money, getting high Every night in the clubs They wanna hear my Sax roar, hottest cat on the scene Got the best of two worlds, the dope and the melody Night by night, day by day, lit up on heroin Junkie addict jazzman, needle’s my only friend Drugs had me hooked Crowd showed me no love Didn’t come to see me play They’re only here for the drugs Didn’t sleep for days, doing too much dope High times were long gone, back to being dead broke Tried making ends meet skimming cash off the top The suppliers found out, chopped my right arm off H killed my music Kissed my dreams goodbye Living life out on the street Sucking cock to get high Underneath the Brooklyn Bridge Is where I OD’d Chased the dream, went over the edge Jazz ruined me
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Nervous Wreck 04:55
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Another night, another cold sweat Wide awake fearing the day What’s the point in dreaming When everything stays the same? Battle of wits inside my head My mind could use some rest Self medicate with dope Alcohol and cigarettes Overwhelmed by anxiety Paranoid insecurity All alone with thoughts of regret Deal with it, I’m a nervous wreck Always go with my gut My guts have shit for brains What’s the point in trying? All it does is bring more pain Can’t be fixed, I could use a drink Letting go’s harder than you think Made mistakes that I can’t forget Go fuck yourself, I’m a nervous wreck Doomed to be rejected Guess it wasn’t meant to be Hope turns into panic What the fuck is wrong with me? It shouldn’t matter so why do I care? Loneliness is my burden to bear Lost my mind, don’t know where to find it I won’t give up, I’m sick of this bullshit Endless state of desperation Smash up the walls of isolation Getting high cause I hate being low Crack a smile so my feelings don’t show Isolated thoughts converge and beat me down In a sea of misery, feel like I’m gonna drown Nerves and confusion building up inside Gotta set my demons free, bring me peace of mind You can’t help, you don’t understand Stay the fuck outta my head Was born alone, I’ll die alone Fight the panic, kill it dead You can’t break what’s already broken I’m giving it all I’ve got Over and over I keep asking myself When’s this shit gonna stop
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Drunk for Free 04:00
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Saturday night and I’m strapped for cash Just half a pack of reds and a joint in my stash Walking down the street with my desperate frown Found a twenty dollar bill lying face down Gotta quench my thirst, get outta this funk Bought a bottle of whiskey and got my ass drunk Got five bucks left, I ain’t walking straight Spark up my square, I’m feeling great Chorus: Found a twenty on the sidewalk, lucky find Gonna have myself some fun, gonna lose my mind I got nothing to do, I got nowhere to be Just a lucky broke fuck getting drunk for free Stumbled into a bar for a pint of brewsky Sat next to a drunk, been there since Tuesday Didn’t know where he was, kept throwing them down I tricked the dumb fuck, he bought me five rounds Bartender tried to end his night The drunk threw a punch and started a fight The brawled on the floor, I crept outta the bar Grabbed twenty five cash outta the tip jar Chorus Alcohol is now my guide Gonna take me for a ride Stole myself a GTO See how fast that I can go Driving drunk, smoking grass The the cops were on my ass Speeding down the alleyway Crashed the car and got away I was homestead bound, ran into a mugger He tried taking my cash, so I beat the motherfucker Up against the wall, I pounded in his head Took his super 9 mil and pumped him full of lead Fled the scene of the crime, took the mugger’s cash Went down to the corner, bought some whiskey and hash Sun was coming up when I got back home Start Sunday off right, fucking drunk and stoned Chorus
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F.Y.I.O. 02:10
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Psychopath lurking in the shadows Spawn of the sickest breed Take you captive, bound and gagged Satisfy his twisted needs Strapped to a table Slowly skin you alive Limbs amputated Let you bleed til you die Men or women, there’s no wrong hole Corpse fucking’s what he’s about Take what’s left of your butchered remains Fuck you inside out F.Y.I.O! Fuck you inside out!
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Gordie Howe Hat Trick 03:18
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10.
Check's in the Mail 04:32
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Trucking back into San Francisco in the pouring rain Drop off my load down in Chinatown, gamble with my old friend Wang He lost his bet, gave him a lift to pick up his girl Miao Yin A gang of punks tried starting some shit, didn’t who they were fucking with They stole my truck, took Miao Yin, headed back to Chinatown There’s big trouble trouble down in Little China from the streets to the underground Chorus: I see what you can’t see, feel like I can’t die We’re going nowhere fast, you never know til you try I wanna get my truck back, I will prevail Have you paid your dudes, Jack? Check’s in the mail! Met Gracie Law, a local attorney, she can’t get enough of me Snuck in the lair of the cursed Lo Pan, master of dark sorcery To lift his curse he’ll sacrifice Gracie and make Miao Yin his wife I’m just trying to get my truck back, Lo Pan’s got a date with my knife Traversed the catacombs of Little China guided by magician Egg Shen Sit tight, if we ain’t back by dawn call the fucking president Chorus We really shook the pillars of heaven No horse shit Look the storm right in the eye, give me your best shot pal I can take it I don’t wanna hear act of god Broke the sorcerer’s hexes Never drive faster than I can see Other than that, it’s all in the reflexes Chorus
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Here's to You 02:37
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Sold your soul to the powers that be The ultimate sacrifice What does it take to become fake? Everybody’s got their price Waste your talent, do what your told Surrendered your integrity A formulaic, run of the mill Product of the industry Chorus: You’re cliche, on display Success has made you soft Raise your glass, say congrats And here’s to you, now fuck off! Change your image, change your hair Dress right, wait for your cue Don’t gotta write, just gotta play Everything’s done for you Manufactured, inflated to sell Living large til the well dries up You go broke, get left for dead Realizing you fucked up Chorus Once you sign on the crooked line You can’t fight, just give up At the end of the day, you’re a pawn in their game Another hole for them to fuck Here’s to you, now fuck off!
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'67 Fairlane 04:25
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You can’t fuck with my Detroit steel Hell, you know she’s a winner Don’t you try disrespecting my ride She’ll eat your ricer for dinner 390 big block Ford Dual quads, four on the floor Gripping grains while I’m changing lanes In my ’67 gothic gold Ford Fairlane You wanna try for a race? Just name a time and a place Hit the gas you’re gonna eat my exhaust Supercharged V8, burning high octane Hauling ass, my win, your loss All throttle, no bottle No need for N-O-2 Wanna match me? Try and catch me Cloud of smoke is where I leave you Ride in style, quarter mile Blue oval rolling down the street Cross the line, victory’s mine Get lost, accept defeat 600 horses and I can’t complain In my ’67 gothic gold Ford Fairlane

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Debut album from Detroit crossover thrash duo Beatnik Scat.

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released December 22, 2017

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Beatnik Scat Detroit, Michigan

Detroit crossover thrashers who play too many notes. No rules. No limitations.

J. Fay - Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Programming

D. Pruente - Guitars

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