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The Fine Line Between Real & Insane

by The Filthy Radicals

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1.
Scavenger 02:43
Step inside this shop of horrors They'll bleed you dry on every corner Crooked of the crookedest pop up shops Pay the bill that never stops Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Loan like a wiseguy, steal like a thief Rob from the poor with crushing debt Profit from the desperate Scavenger! Hunting cowardly Scavenger! Calling hourly Scavenger! Looking for the easy meal, you Scavenger! You trap the helpless Scavenger! You rob the wealthless Scavenger! We're sick of all your deals Dimes to dollars they'll take your check Set you up to never pay it back Stuck in the cycle that never stops Slowly taken for all you've got Doomed by our culture, doomed by our deeds Consume like a vulture, feed the disease Steal from those the most in need Harvest in the name of greed Scavenger! Hunting cowardly Scavenger! Calling hourly Scavenger! Looking for the easy meal, you Scavenger! You trap the helpless Scavenger! You rob the wealthless Scavenger! We're sick of all your deals
2.
Our fathers built a life That won't keep us alive The world's inflated To where wage will not survive If you want to live well then it’s Off to school for you Debt will not bring life but Indentured servitude What will you do? When it catches up with you? What is it for? Welcome to the working poor The working poor Forever more Forever more. We are working longer than They ever did before Still they call us lazy while Demanding so much more We suffer and we struggle To uphold their status quo We'll all be playing extras on The Baby Boomer Show Where does it go? Yeah, we're all digging this hole. What is it for? Welcome to the working poor The working poor Forever more Forever more. Forever
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Bug Stepper 02:50
I'm jumping off the deep end, my mind is bent Where when the fuck do I start, where to even begin Give me a line, pill, smoke, or a drink These are my tools for self destruction And yeah it's a shame that I'm not quite the same For this fine line I walk between real and insane It's no game, it's no lie, it's no fucking charade This is life, this is real, this is love, this is pain I get a No satisfaction over steppin’ on bugs What is mind over matter, all that matters is the drugs I get a Strange feeling when I see my own face Yeah I feel like I see the pieces all out of place So what if If nothing matters, why am I still afraid? Still having to lay down in the mess that I made So what if If this is real, why do I feel made up? Why do I still get the feeling that I gotta wake up? I know that this'll kill me Yeah this road is way to steep Dropping under me with every passing day Ah the creepin crawlin crazy it'll never let me sleep Coming closer every time I turn away Every time that I turn away Slit your throat a thousand times along the highway Patient souls among millions, the face of wisdom The inner city's children have hearts of spades And with their clubs they could steal the world's diamonds So can ya Can you tell me where am I supposed to look I got eyes that won't settle and a mind that's been shook So can ya Can you tell me how to look like I'm fine? Can you chop it up and sell it, can you drown it with wine? I got a Strange notion that I may not exist I am unlikely to be real the more I realize this I gotta Make my peace with the snails and the slugs I get no satisfaction over steppin’ on bugs I know that this'll kill me Yeah this road is way to steep Dropping under me with every passing day Ah the creepin crawlin crazy it'll never let me sleep Coming closer every time I turn away Every time that I turn away
4.
Lets get fucked up! And I'll drink to your demise. I've had enough Of every fabrication Every single lie that we've been told The amount of bullshit we've been fed Is it one for all or all for them? These thoughts run through my head Hypocritic, lying bastards Banksters, crooks and thieves Nothing in this world is ever as it seems Rates & fees, their policies Our heads on the chopping block If the choice was up to me I'd say it's quite enough That's quite enough! Reel us in, false promises While reaping what we sow Turn our pockets inside out N' tell us that we owe Rip apart our innocence On every given day You're the one to front the bill But you're not the one to pay Hypocritic, lying bastards Banksters, crooks and thieves Nothing in this world is ever as it seems Rates & fees, their policies Our heads on the chopping block If the choice was up to me I'd say it's quite enough That's quite enough! That’s Quite Enough... That’s Quite Enough. That’s Quite Enough! Hypocritic, lying bastards Banksters, crooks and thieves Nothing in this world is ever as it seems Rates & fees, their policies Our heads on the chopping block If the choice was up to me I'd say it's quite enough That's quite enough!
5.
Found grace in a very low place that I entered with intention to deface Found life when I buried a knife in the back of a friend I found tied up in lace I fell, yeah I truly found hell when I told him to his face I wished him well Forget, there's no regret for breaking the spell I don't know how you haven't noticed You gotta know she's bad for you Never thought you'd be below this The time has come to follow through Go do what you gotta do Go do what you gotta do So how much more you gonna take? (How the hell are you not sick of her yet?) How long until you're gonna break? (How the hell can you forgive and forget?) Cuz she's killing you and all that I can do now is wait and wait Late night in the dim porch light with a smoke and a text all about your latest fight Heavy head and a blossoming dread that you've done exactly what I fear you might Smoke done, now it's three two one deep breath, through the door, give my frozen hands a rub Racing mind, hoping that I don't find you dead in the tub I don't know how you haven't noticed You gotta know she's bad for you Never thought you'd be below this The time has come to follow through Go do what you gotta do So how much more you gonna take? (How the hell are you not sick of her yet?) How long until you're gonna break? (How the hell can you forgive and forget?) Cuz she's killing you and all that I can do now is wait and wait
6.
Carry On 03:04
So cut the bag and scrape the plate You know the hour is getting late Grab a couch and wait Till everyone is gone Tap out the grinder, drink the dregs Grab a smoke and stretch your legs Cuz it's high time for us all to carry on Snag a bus or find a ride Set that argument aside Go and say all your goodbyes and hit the road We'll see you all on down the line Folks it's been a fuckin time Let's get out of here and go the hell back home So cut the bag and scrape the plate You know the hour is getting late Grab a couch and wait Till everyone is gone Tap out the grinder, drink the dregs Grab a smoke and stretch your legs Cuz it's high time for us all to carry on

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released November 26, 2021

Recorded and Engineered by Andrew DeNure
Produced by The Filthy Radicals
Mastered by Scott Middleton

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The Filthy Radicals Toronto, Ontario

The Filthy Radicals are a 6-piece skacore band from Toronto, Canada.

Sonically channeling the eternal struggle of the working class between life and debt, with a party hard, scream harder punk rock ethos.

Come out, get down, and Stay Filthy!
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