M.O.A. (Machines of Agony) is an American crossover thrash band from Los Angeles, CA
M.O.A. (Machines of Agony) is an American crossover thrash band from Los Angeles formed by brothers Tommy Gardner and Johnny Gardner. The band mixes elements of hardcore punk and thrash metal, with lyrics that are often humorous and politically incorrect
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Sunrise bleedin', a crusty eye opens slow
Got a thirst that a desert would know
Stomach churnin', a demon's in the gut
Last night's party was a total rut
Scrape the bottom of the coffee pot, cold and black
Chasin' shadows, ain't no turnin' back!
Eyes like marbles, jumpin' out your head
Thinkin' clearer when you're barely fed!
(Chorus)
LEAVE IT TO TWEAKER! Yeah, that's the damn game!
Buildin' castles outta burnt-out flame!
LEAVE IT TO TWEAKER! Hear the gears grind!
Leavin' common sense far behind!
LEAVE IT TO TWEAKER! When the brain's fried!
Found a brand new use for rebar, inside!
LEAVE IT TO TWEAKER! Don't ask why!
Watch him lick the battery, just to get high!
(Verse 2)
Saw him talkin' to the busted street lamp last night
Said it whispered secrets, bathed in pale moonlight
Pulled a hubcap off a parked-up Ford
Said he needed parts for his brand new overlord!
Heard him screamin' 'bout the government bees
Tryin' to implant microchips through his knees!
Racin' shadows in the alley, a frantic, wild chase
With a spatula held firmly to his face!
(Chorus)
LEAVE IT TO TWEAKER! Yeah, that's the damn game!
Buildin' castles outta burnt-out flame!
LEAVE IT TO TWEAKER! Hear the gears grind!
Leavin' common sense far behind!
LEAVE IT TO TWEAKER! When the brain's fried!
Found a brand new use for rebar, inside!
LEAVE IT TO TWEAKER! Don't ask why!
Watch him lick the battery, just to get high!
(Bridge)
He's a connoisseur of the vacant stare!
A master builder of the "just not there"!
He's got philosophies the shrinks can't explain!
Like the theory that squirrels are makin' it rain!
He's a visionary, a prophet, a goddamn mess!
You wanna know what happens next? Well, I guess...
(Guitar solo)
(Verse 3)
Found him tryin' to hotwire a shopping cart
Said it was a spaceship, gonna make a new start!
With a coat hanger and a prayer, and a look of pure dread
Tryin' to fly to the moon from the Wal-Mart shed!
He's got the knowledge that nobody else possesses
Like how to re-route the power through your own distresses!
He's a walking, talking, twitchin' work of art
A testament to what a needle can impart!
(Chorus)
LEAVE IT TO TWEAKER! Yeah, that's the damn game!
Buildin' castles outta burnt-out flame!
LEAVE IT TO TWEAKER! Hear the gears grind!
Leavin' common sense far behind!
LEAVE IT TO TWEAKER! When the brain's fried!
Found a brand new use for rebar, inside!
LEAVE IT TO TWEAKER! Don't ask why!
Watch him lick the battery, just to get high!
(Outro)
Yeah! Leave it to Tweaker!
He's got the vision!
He's got the... uh...
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