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End of the Road
02:21
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Yes that's right, I'm done my friends, It seems the time has come.
I've grown tired of everything. I've become so numb.
Bodies fall and ashes rise, a killers on the run.
It seems that we're all staring down the barrel of this gun.
The man who tried to fix it all tells us we will lose.
The rope swings from the gallows pole as they tie the hangman's noose.
Swinging round, they cut him down, the crowd begins to cheer.
The butcher draws his blade and auctions pieces of his ear.
"Art is dead" he tells the crowd "now come and get your fill."
Ratts tear off whats left of him before the crowd is killed.
They cried out in fear as they try for one last stand.
Gunned down by the laws they passed, the blood dries on our hands.
In pools of filth they wonder now, "who will build the roads."
Cities brought down to their knees - they must obey the code.
Fascists knock just once before they burst open the door.
The Family's at the table while we crawl under their floor.
We made it out just in time to hear the gunshots ring.
Maybe we will listen when their ghosts begin to sing.
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Never Again
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Impulse Tattoo
02:21
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I got a $100 bill that I found today,
I know i should probably save it but i'll spend it anyway.
I was walkin down the road past the neon sign.
I stopped a while to read it, it said "walk in's anytime."
The guy said, "welcome in and how can i help you?"
I said "I got a $100 want to get me a tattoo."
I dont know what i want but i know it will look good.
I got a few already so just help me if you could.
Sittin in the chair lookin at the art on the wall...
They had a Baby Yoda and a portrait of Darth Maul.
Don't get me wrong, i love Star Wars and all that -
but i reached into my pocket and I pulled out my green back.
"I'd like some letters right here," as i lowered my belt buckle,
and i'd like to see if i could get "FOLK PUNK" across my knuckles.
I just don't know what i'm going to do.
Alls i know is that You know,I know, I'm getting this tattoo.
So I made up my mind because i had to choose.
Next time you come into money go and get you a tattoo.
You'll learn to love it each and every day.
And yeah ItS tHeRe FoReVeR, but why care what people say?
It might get faded and it might turn blue,
But i promise no one else will love it just as much as you.
So I walked out the shop with the wrap on my arm,
And if no one tells my Mama - it wont do her any harm...
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Lyrics are not folk punk...
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Gone
02:06
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I've been sitting on my front porch,
I've been waiting for the day.
Been waiting for the day when I can just come home to you,
but Darlin' I don't think that will come soon.
I've been hanging on the news wire.
I've been grinding 9-5,
and when the day is done I don't want to see no one -
just your smile and that pretty face I love...
You've been runnin' 'round your whole life.
I just wanted you to stay.
You were all packed up - I didnt want to see you go
But i watched your car drive down the road.
You've been gone for so long now.
You've been gone for a while.
Maybe some day I'll remember how to smile,
but Darlin' I forgot the way you loved.
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The Guitar Man
01:20
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For Tha Cheeze Unit
Sittin' on the streets again
with my guitar and my only friend.
Piles of cash fill up our case
to buy a ticket to leave this place.
To get out of that mentality
and hopefully we will be free.
Mr. Guitar Man put down your hat,
lets play this spot til our pockets fat.
We'll sit and waste away
and I hope we play all god damn day.
Grab you box and tune your strings.
Lets see what today will bring.
We'll smile at those who cross our paths
even though they said we need a bath.
Them police comin', man! Pack up quick!
But he hands a $5 and says "Don't waste it."
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"It snows up there..."
03:24
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I wrote this song for my grandpa.
When i told him i was moving to Taos, NM all he said was "It snows up there..."
He was a great man and we miss him every day.
This one's for you Bump.
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Blood & Alcohol
02:22
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Music and Lyrics written by my Friend (and original Desert Ratt Guitarist) Caz Zikmanis.
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Vaya Sin Dios
02:50
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Music and lyrics written by Poor Man's Blood. Help us out on a Sunday mornin'.
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Ashes
05:07
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Filth
Breathe in deep.
Blackened dust.
Rotten trees.
Smog.
Burning heat.
Crimson sky.
Concrete dreams.
Parasitic life come to like moths to a flame.
Rivers will run black with acid rain.
No crop to tend as we fall into strife.
The world will lay barren, devoid of all life.
Ruin.
Ashes fall.
Poison sky.
Withered soul.
Blood.
Chokes your breath.
Weakened life.
Nothing left.
Sickness rises deep inside the human mind.
Cancer of our soul will mark the end of our kind.
Ashes will rain as fallout blocks the sky.
Mining in our graves fora place to die.
Collapse.
Failed life.
No way out.
Ending light.
Trapped.
Hear the screams.
No way out.
Fallen dreams.
Seeping through the tar the flame will end us all.
No life will thrive as man begins to fall.
Choking on the remnants of what we have left.
Poison sinks into our skin - we beg for our death.
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Desert Ratt Los Lunas, New Mexico
New Mexico Antifolk straight from the gutters of the southern sun! Drinkin', shoutin' havin'-a-good-time folk music.
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Great tunes, great folks!
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