1. |
Should Have Cared Less
02:11
|
|||
|
Remember, we used to play in your front yard?
Back then, shit seemed so far.
When we were thirteen, we went different ways
You grew up and didn't know me the same.
Living in a world filled with spiked crosses
Waving my flag 'cause you're full of shit
I haven't changed, but yeah, you should have cared less
Yeah, you should have cared less.
When were fifteen, we met up again
Shit was just like back when we were ten
You turned to me, and asked if I was a faggot
I said nothing out of sheer regret
Living in a world filled with spiked crosses
Waving my flag 'cause you're full of shit
I haven't changed, but yeah, you should have cared less
Living in a world filled with spiked crosses
Waving my flag 'cause you're full of shit
I haven't changed, but yeah, you should have cared less
|
||||
2. |
How High?
02:10
|
|||
|
You hid it all behind that pretty little smile
I gave you an inch and you ripped away a mile
You probably couldn't tell by the perfect family photos
She dug her nails into my skin and wouldn't let go
If I say jump, you'll say "How High?"
I don't give a damn if you gotta live a double life
Those scars on your arm ain't no problem of mine
How high?
How high?
And I can't even stand the way you look at me
Footsteps come down the hall and I can't fucking breathe
You probably couldn't tell by the perfect family photos
She dug her nails into my skin and wouldn't let go
If I say jump, you'll say "How High?"
I don't give a damn if you gotta live a double life
Those scars on your arm ain't no problem of mine
How high?
How high?
If I say jump, you'll say "How High?"
I don't give a damn if you gotta live a double life
Those scars on your arm ain't no problem of mine
How high?
|
||||
3. |
Conversion Therapy
03:21
|
|||
|
Listen son, I see the devil in you
With my help, you can be a man, too
You're sick and worthless as you stand before me
Keep on walking and you'll be under a grave
Now listen closely and do what I say
Did I ask for your truth?
Don't you know my bible's bulletproof
Indoctrinated, disenfranchised youth
You can hang your flag at the end of a noose
We'll shock you for hours on end
Keep you awake until you break and bend
Give me your hopes and dreams, your money and sight
Give me your being and give me your life
Trust in the lord that he'll do you well
Do you want to rot in eternal hell?
Did I ask for your truth?
Don't you know my bible's bulletproof
Indoctrinated, disenfranchised youth
You can hang your flag at the end of a noose
|
||||
4. |
Black Me Out
03:16
|
|||
|
I don't ever want to talk that way again
I don't want to know people like that anymore
As if there was an obligation
As if I owed you something
Black me out
I want to piss on the walls of your house
I want to chop those brass rings off
Your fat fucking fingers
As if you were a king-maker
As if, as if, as if
Black me out
I don't want to see the world that way anymore
I don't want to feel that weak and insecure
As if you were my fucking pimp
As if I was your fucking whore
Black me out
I want to piss on the walls of your house
I want to chop those brass rings
Off your fat fucking fingers
As if you were a king-maker
As if, as if, as if
Black me out
I want to piss on the walls of your house
I want to chop those brass rings
Off your fat fucking fingers
As if you were a king-maker
As if, as if, as if
Black me out
All the young graves filled
Don't the best all burn out
So bright and so fast?
All the young graves filled
Don't the best all burn out
So bright and so fast?
Full body high
I'm never coming down
Black me out
|
||||
5. |
Keeping It Clean
02:47
|
|||
|
Why won't you say my name?
Why can't I say what I want to say?
Whatever happened to who I used to know?
You said you'd love me 'till the day I die
I turned out queer, so that was a fucking lie
You threw me out of house and home
Oh, you're keeping it clean
Oh, you're so obscene
You're the biggest motherfucker that I've ever seen
You're so full of shit, you little hypocrite
and I'm sick of it
I'm sick of it
Don't try to make them change
If you do, you're the one to blame
They're of a different time, so it's no use
Well, being an old fuck isn't an excuse
So, you're keeping it clean
Oh, you're so obscene
You're the biggest motherfucker that I've ever seen
You're so full of shit you little hypocrite
and I'm sick of it
Oh, you're keeping it clean
Oh, you're so obscene
You're the biggest motherfucker that I've ever seen
You're so full of shit, you little hypocrite
And I'm sick of it
|
||||
6. |
Bulletproof Backpack
03:18
|
|||
|
Got my AR-15 and a bulletproof backpack
Going out like I might not come back
I just wanna go to school
They said "my rights, so fuck you"
I've seen children in coffins
I've seen a prom night in heaven
It don't affect me, I don't need your empathy
Don't need your involvement
Got my guns, god, and government
This ain't on the left or right
I'm just running for my fucking life
They say you've got nothing to fear for
'Til they hear a knock at their door
Huddled together with their friends
Is this going to be the end?
I've seen children in coffins
I've seen a prom night in heaven
It don't affect me, I don't need your empathy
Don't need your involvement
Got my guns, god, and government
This ain't on the left or right
I'm just running for my fucking life
I've seen children in coffins
I've seen a prom night in heaven
It don't affect me, I don't need your empathy
Don't need your involvement
Got my guns, god, and government
This ain't on the left or right
I'm just running for my fucking life
|
||||
7. |
Boys Will Be Boys
01:49
|
|||
|
You were born to serve 'til the end of your days
Just an object from the cradle to the grave
Come on now, there's no reason to cry
I'm just hear to take what's mine
BOYS WILL BE BOYS
Boys will be boys
If I was drunk, well it could have been worse
After all, she shouldn't have worn that skirt
Don't you know that I'm the victim though
She's the one who should have kept her damn legs closed
BOYS WILL BE BOYS
Boys will be boys
|
||||
8. |
Not A Sir
01:23
|
|||
|
I'm not a fucking sir
I said I'm not a goddamn sir
I don't want your cordiality
'Cause it don't mean nothing to me
I'm not a fucking sir
I said I'm not a goddamn sir
Take your southern politeness and shove it
'Cause I don't want it
I'm so fucking done with pronouns
I'm not trying to sound like I'm profound
But I really fucking hate hearing that word
So why don't you fuck off?
I'm not a sir
I'm not a fucking sir
I said I'm not a goddamn sir
Take your southern politeness and shove it
'Cause I don't want it
|
||||
Atomic Broad New Orleans, Louisiana
Atomic Broad is a queer swamp punk band hailing from New Orleans!
Skylar (She/Her) -
Bass and vocals
Jeremy (He/Him) - Lead Guitar
Chris (He/Him) - Drums
... more
If you like Atomic Broad, you may also like:
Classic garage-punk with bluesy swing and plenty of grit from Bad Bad Men.
go to album
The Corruption of What Cheer?
by Jane Doe Ensemble
Restless, agitated no wave for modern times built around razor-sharp guitar and roiling percussion from Jane Doe Ensemble.
go to album
It Doesn't Matter If It's Cool
by Basic Bitches
Punchy garage rock that reaches back to '90s riot grrrl and queercore for its grit, snarl, and righteous riffs.
go to album
Bouncy, lovelorn pop-punk from NYC punk illustrator Cristy C. Road and compatriots.
go to album
Is Survived By: Revived (Remixed / Remastered)
by touche amore
One of the most beloved post-hardcore albums of the ’10s gets a long-overdue remix and remaster just in time for its tenth anniversary.
go to album
The Seattle band's ferocious third album balances rapid-fire hardcore with catchy songwriting.
go to album
Spetters / RA!D
by Spetters & RA!D
A terrific split cassette from two promising young indie bands, this is one part melody, one part fury.
go to album
