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Americancernomics
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anger filled melody scraped by the chemicals that our government slips to us un-noticed.
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Punk, Metal, Rock
Three guys that actually hate each other but believe in one thing...what true Punk Rock is! We would say fast, short songs with true lyrical content and a no-nonsense attitude. It should upset the right people in the wrong way and never cause humans to dance happily! We believe in cleanliness, no religion, pro-choice and absolute positive negativity....truth that hurts! MILKPIG record all the tracks at separate times in the studio being careful not to come in contact with one another too often. Respect for the other's playing ability is the only thing that allows these three guys to remain a recording project.
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Rock • Punk
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Peak #460
Peak in subgenre #34
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Boris
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2011 Death To Pigs
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August 14, 2006
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 3:19
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AMERICANCERNOMICS I hate the look of your nicotine The scabbed knees from the sucking off of your caffeine But Im a b*** cuz beer is piss These are crutches that you stagger upon my kiss The disinfecting of your bowels where the cancer exists The bruises black because the problems always seem to persist And now the clots are forming lumps in the shape of our fists… We’re pissed….Water in the tank of a gas fueled fight Gotta knife in my back for the words that I might Unrehearsed on the phone so they’re tapping the line Jury duty revoked but my freedom is fine…Im Alive!! I hate the look of your prescription filled The glassy eyes of the children that shall be killed But Im a c*** cuz I spit upon his feet I lick the lips of your whore thats so discreet Contamination like a piss stain on your sheet Lackluster as your liberty lets you down Three colors on a cross hangs the jackass’ crown… It sounds like… Water in the tank of a gas fueled fight Gotta knife in my back for the words that I might Unrehearsed on the phone so they’re tapping the line Jury duty revoked but my freedom is fine…Im Alive!! I hate the drama that you wish you had Still spreading your legs cuz I guess you never had a dad But Im a f*** cuz you know Im right Better stroke your ego and your gods before your doggy bites The malnutrition of the system makes what wrong stay right I can smell the feces burning as they’re covering it up Its best we keep our eyes stitched and our mouths wide shut!.. Well f*** it!… Water in the tank of a gas fueled fight Gotta knife in my back for the words that I might Unrehearsed on the phone so they’re tapping the line Jury duty revoked but my freedom is fine…Im Alive!! Making the sick…Feeding the sick…We’re guinea pigs… Abortions that stain the bathroom floor! Making the sick…Feeding the sick…The guinea pigs… Poverty class is upper class’ whore!!!
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