BADABINGUS!

by SpaceWaster

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Nicolas RESSOT
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Nicolas RESSOT Punk hardcore primitif - thrash old school nostalgique - rock progressif sous cellophane - heavy psychédélique au réveil - et bien d'autres choses au programme. Favorite track: Vig.
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Rhokeheart Intricate, progressive, psychedelic, and unique heavy music Favorite track: The Swanky Panky Shuffle, Pt. II.
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released June 18, 2015

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Track Name: Broken Window Theory
Walls of scheming greed
Pointless is your fashion
Order is your creed

Finding who to blame
All around the country
It’s all the fucking same
BROKEN WINDOW THEORY!

Bulldozers crashing THROUGH YOUR FRONT WALL
Artificial light from the SILVER SCREEN
Waffle iron boots cracking THROUGH YOUR FUCKING SKULL
Just another day, another SWEET SIXTEEN

Looking for a fight
BROKEN WINDOW THEORY!
Track Name: Vig
All was green, that’s all I saw around me
No way I could lose, to myself I think
‘Round and ‘round, the game takes me down
But I keep coming back with the money I’ve found

Because you’re my friend, I’ll help you just once. The vig is three points, just don’t fuck it up.

Now it’s gone, the money and my things
Said it was for the mortgage, made sense to me
Doesn’t matter now, pretty soon I’ll leave town
Don’t care where I go, I just can’t be found

PLUS THE VIG!
You’re reaping what you sew, my man!
PLUS THE VIG!
You’re reaping what you sew!
GOOD AS DEAD!
You won’t make a fool outta me, fucko
GOOD AS DEAD!
You won’t make a fool outta me

Well I don’t know about you, but I think we should hide
The vig he gave is too high, and I don’t wanna die!
This game’s not to be played by you, I love you, you’re my wife
I’m sorry that I lied, just come with me tonight.

Shades of green, what I wanted to see
Earning my own seat in the losing machine
Can’t walk the line, at least not alone
Tell me, did my luck turn its back and leave me on my own?

Enough with the crying, you fucking disgrace, you looked in my eyes and lied to my face.

Now it’s gone, the money and my things
Nothing left to sweat, nothing left to bleed
Stuck in the valley, in the shadow of debt
I can’t be a man with what I have left.
Track Name: Chainsaw Willy
A sea of vapid faces slowly melting away from me
Marbles tumbling down a hollow staircase

Normalcy, so far away
Eternal struggle, from day to day

Communication nonexistent
Detached from others at every instance

Darkness within propels me down
Dissolution through waves of sound

Hibernating in an abandoned fishbowl
The pirate cove is empty, and the filter hasn’t been cleaned.