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Almost Gone
02:30
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Almost Gone (Cenci)
He tells stories from long ago
How he took the world by the thorns
How love strangled and choked his insides
Now he’s twisted and torn
She wanders the streets in the early morning
Staring past with dead panned eyes
There’s a line of folks waiting for bread and methadone
There’s nothing inside
Almost beaten, almost killed
Almost screaming, lost souls lose will
Almost frozen, almost gone
The fear, fear what’s next as T-Rex breathes his very last breath
Weatherman says there’s no sun today
And to look away from the apocalyptic eclipse
Stand back from the crashing waves
And coming floods
As he boards a ship
Almost gone, almost gone
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Never Trust A Terrorist
02:43
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Never Trust A Terrorist (Cenci)
You can’t trust your next door neighbor
You can play with party favors
You can be a drunk politician
Follow mother’s intuition
But can you trust your feeble mind
Will services show up on time?
They give you just enough
So you don’t slit your wrist
Clench your hand into a fist
Never trust a terrorist
You can act like you’re on a mission
You can preach good nutrition
You can tell a priest, he’s full of shit
And local fanatic, he’s a nitwit
But can you trust your evil mind
Will services show up on time?
They give you just enough
So you don’t slit your wrist
Clench your hand into a fist
Never trust a terrorist
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Private Jet
02:18
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Private Jet (Cenci)
Spill the wine
Slap bottoms behind
You're of the prime set
Dutifully we protect
Let's raise a glass
Well above first class
Raise the sails on our masts
Lawyers are moving in fast
They’ll never catch, a private jet
Close the door
Take a little more
Daddy was a bore
Hiding undies in the draw
Be a good egg
Give a little leg
Be our private pet
On our private jet
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4. |
Kamikaze Love Song
01:41
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Kamikaze Love Song (Cenci)
They say falling for her,
Is suicide
Climbing high,
Spills into a nose dive
Jet engines are running hot
Instrument dials,
Are overclocked
Kamikaze love song
Medals of Honor,
Make him certified
For his country,
He's willing to die
I'm on target
I'm on mark
I'm on fire
I'm in the dark
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I Bleed
02:18
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I Bleed (Cenci)
Got a brand new set of wheels, built on a silver platter
Wrap it round a tree, it doesn't matter
Got a special girl, we made the scene
Our pals are passed out on the back seat
We got arrested, mostly cause we're reckless
Daddy's henchmen gonna eat you for breakfast
One day we'll find, we're reaching for a dream
Me I get nothing til I bleed
You take one path, I'll take another
Where we end up, you're still my brother
I seen your face, behind the Plexiglas
The years went South, years that crashed
One day we'll find, we're reaching for a dream
Me I get nothing til I bleed
One day we'll find, we're scrapping our knees
Me I get nothing til I bleed
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Off Your Comfort Zone
01:26
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Off Your Comfort Zone (Cenci)
With poise and clarity, ideals of democracy
They’re cooking crooked deals, saving lives as they steal
Lies we’re hearing lies, they’re telling lies
No words, nothing said, cover ups blur the nation
They’re selling freedom and drugs
Pump you up with radiation
Lies we’re hearing lies, they’re telling lies
I mock you, I mock you
I want to knock you off your comfort zone
New words, nothing learned
Pursuits on the homeland
More killed, less are willing
Spirits burned, guts are spilling
Lies we’re hearing lies, they’re telling lies
I mock you, I mock you
I want to knock you off your comfort zone
I mock you, I mock you
I want to knock you off your comfort zone
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Got A Minute?
03:20
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Gotta Minute? (Cenci)
We're running out of time
We're running out of space
There's no room for the next generation
Middle class is deteriorating
You can see it in the street
You can feel it on the floor
Traffic so thick, it strangles a city
20 million feet, pounding concrete
There's an eagle in the sky
Stretching its steel wings
Counting every breath, with its eagle eye
Watching every single heart beat
Gotta minute, give it to me
Gotta an inch, give it to me
Gotta piece, give it to me
Gotta minute, give it to me
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Rockin Bob Punk Band Beverly, Massachusetts
Rockin Bob Cenci guitarist song-writer for Boston's Jerry's Kids and other bands.. Rockin Bob Punk Band includes Bob
Furapples from the FU's and Earthdog from Silver Screams.
Special Thanks to Niff from Voodoo Lodge for doing a super job recording and producing our most recent tracks. And thanks to Tom Hamilton and Al McGurl for working with me early on!
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