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Domesticating the Tiger

by Blame Shifters

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1.
Roman soldiers in the city of champions Waging war over politics of the scene Living the dream I fantasize about tiny rooms With writing on the walls and dirty carpets A place I know I feel free Choking on cigarette smoke And I’ll just be the butt of every joke All I thought I needed was a cheap guitar And three chords repeating in a two minute song But the debts stack up and before too long You’re making all these compromises that you can’t come back from I want a 12cent sticker on every surface And I’ll do it all for free because fuck the business But everything’s a game, that’s the lesson you learn You’ve got to play while your body can still handle the burn So I’ll drink another beer And toast to pissing away another year I can’t help feeling like I missed my chance when I was eighteen I could have joined up with the Romans and lived the dream
2.
Brick Wall 03:03
I’m trapped in a corner Tethered to a chain Locked inside this prison With no one but myself to blame Counting every shit decision that led me to this place A cog in a machine A rat trapped in a race A monolith of broken dreams A thunderstorm of pain Herded into servitude Packed into the train Indentured into slavery with no hope of escape I can read the writing on this brick wall of hate Beating my fists into a pulp Catharsis in destroying myself Nothing to do but just admit That I’m living in a world of shit I walk alone I walk in circles Forward progress to the same place that I started from So fuck it all Staring at a brick wall Beaten to submission Whittled to a nub Nothing’s real but pain now Chew my tongue to taste my blood Hanging from the torture rack Bleeding like a sieve Praying for the kiss of death Because this ain’t no way to live Beating my fists into a pulp Catharsis in destroying myself Nothing to do but just admit That I’m living in a world of shit I walk alone I walk in circles Forward progress to the same place that I started from So fuck it all Staring at a brick wall
3.
You placed your trust society Is this what you thought it would be? Who’s to blame when the system fails And a young girl’s found in a stream It’s not your fault, how could you have known? You would have been there to help If only you could think, you could think for yourself 'Round and 'round the world keeps spinning Do you live a life that’s not worth living Where you only care about with your own possessions I just got one more question Has the whole fuckin work gone completely insane Is it me am I to blame? Rehabilitate and deny Those words that you live by A step in the right direction But we all know its a fucking lie Free thinking is extinct The easiest pill to swallow Ignorance is breeding hate But the gene pool is so shallow Round and round the world keeps spinning Do you lead a life that’s not worth living Where you only care about with your own possessions I just got one more question The bar has been set pretty low, I don’t want it any higher If it was I’d have to work that much harder
4.
Heel Turn 03:17
Heel Turn -- Yeah, you turned your back on me Changed so much in such a little time Steel chair -- When I turned my back on you You turned around and left me crying Heel Turn -- Yeah, you turned your back on me You were supposed to be my partner in crime You left -- Now you’re with my enemy How could you do me like that? You’re a liar, you’re a cheater You’re a no good low down trashbag hopeless brutal bottomfeeder You’re a snake, yeah, a heartbreaker I knew that you were crazy but when did you get so hateful? Blue meanie, body beater, and you beat my body down You’re a no good rotten heel Power Submission Reversal Finish Power (Sit-Down Powerbomb) Submission (Figure Four Leg Lock) Reversal (Drop Toe Hold) Finish (STUNNER) Heel Turn -- Yeah you turned your back on me Knocked my teeth out with a two by four Wrapped in barbed wire AAAAAGGHHHHHH
5.
Fling 03:41
I met a woman on the internet I bought her cocktails, gin and Fernet I said some words, she said some words I laid a line out and tried not to forget She had an aunt who died like mine Dark threads begin to unwind It hit me hard like a heart attack But she never called me back I guess I’ll fling some more shit at the wall And see what sticks I met a woman through a mutual friend She touched my hand and I knew I was in I said some words, she said some words I must have said something stupid again I took a bus down 95 I felt I had to lay it all on the line Same old shit when I come back home Sitting distant, sick and alone I guess I’ll fling some more shit at the wall And see what sticks Alone and sick Watch me dance on the table Flinging my shit Like a monkey
6.
I watched from my front porch when the sky came crashing I watched the trees all turn to rust The soccer fields fell into the inferno Pedestrians collapsed to dust I saw the needles that hang From high above every day I watched them piercing the earth Witnessed the new age’s birth I never heard from you, no way to reach you I sat and melted in my shame The last time I held you outside of your office I knew that everything would change I saw the riders at dusk They come for spreading the rust I welcome them to my home They leave me here all alone The way you left me feeling’s manifesting physically All creaking muscles floating through my daily misery The streets are cracking and I’m falling into deepest earth The best apocalypse there’s ever been in history
7.
A music box is all that remains of a former life One that now seems so far away Your friends are gone, wife’s been taken away Questioning your own mortality everyday Don’t look back Mr. Templeton, we don't want you here Don’t look back Mr. Templeton, go forward face your fears Don’t look back Mr. Templeton, life's too short to waste it all away And we don’t want you here anyway A speakeasy, you see her there She is beautiful, hasn’t aged a day in 30 years But she’s cruel to you, not the woman you loved But you must know, she’s just acting ‘cause she cares Don’t look back Mr. Templeton, we don't want you here Don’t look back Mr. Templeton, go forward face your fears Don’t look back Mr. Templeton, Life's too short to waste it all away And tomorrow’s a brand new day
8.
I’m a piece of human garbage, rotten to the core So put me in your bin after you’ve swept me off the floor Yes I’ve become inanimate A scrap to be discarded with The folded up reminders of the times that you would sooner forget So take me to the landfill Because my time would be better spent in the grime and grit with other pieces of shit Inside the compactor Oh crush me, crush me to a paste Just human waste to bury in the pit Just as toys soon bend and break and phones won’t hold a charge We reach our expiration date before our minds go dark I’m feeling so used up And I will only degrade and decline So push my body right aside It’s obsolete, it’s a waste of time So take me to the landfill Because my time would be better spent in the grime and grit with other pieces of shit Inside the compactor Oh crush me, crush me to a paste Just human waste to bury in the pit You only get one shot at your twenties And if you blow it, that’s it, you’re done, you’re done The world has turned and left me here I'm sure the new model’s way more fun Fun Fun Fun (Fun Fun Fun) Just fucking leave me here to rot
9.
Glory 03:20
10.
Nattys in the parking lot, feels good to get away It’s been a crazy goddamn year, feels like I’ve been locked in a cage Grass lies cool beneath my feet, I’m hoping that my horse will show I’m hoping that before I’m old I set at least a couple goals Now there’s gunfire, race begins, stiff hooves churning track The crowd is watching clenching teeth, I’m just holding laughter back I don’t need their revelry, I don’t need their fine cigars Don’t they know they’re in the streets, can’t they smell the burning cars? Am I a mare Racing clydesdales in circles for fruitless reward Tools for the jockeys Just spectator sports I don’t go to Baltimore, that’s where my brother scores his drugs He says they broke into his car and stole his textbooks, what the fuck? And there’s just prisons everywhere, I don’t need that scenery I want to roll my windows down, I want to feel safe in the streets The empty stands at Camden Yards, why’d they take this thing so far? They get to run around all day, and I’ve been working so damn hard And I’m staring at a horse, just staring at a horse And I’m just so fucking bored, letting life just run its course Am I a mare Racing clydesdales in circles for fruitless reward Tools for the jockeys Just spectator sports Whoa oh oh Now there’s gunfire, people scream, cops in line in riot gear Tear gas flying through the air, it’s a familiar kind of fear It’s been a crazy goddamn year, since they found my brother’s drugs That’s how they locked my brother up, it could have been him in that truck It’s like I’m always fucking up, broken glass beneath my feet These police they make me scream, I want to feel safe in the streets I want to smash their fucking teeth, they know my horse will never show I’ll probably die before I’m old, they’ll probably put me in that hold Whoa oh oh Just spectator sports, just game for the hunt The commentariat is raking the mud They’re breaking the horses, they’re spilling their blood And I’m just a spectator watching them run

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Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Trevor Vaughan at The Colosseum in New Bedford, MA in Spring 2016.

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released January 8, 2017

Mike Dunn - guitar, percussion, lead vocals
Chris Simmons - guitar, vocals
Meagan Day - bass guitar, upright bass, vocals
Robb Furness - drums, percussion, lead vocals

Trumpet on "Whistling Past the Graveyard" - Ben Stein
Cover photo - Richard Thomas Kenneth Hawke
Cover models - Nick Ortolani and Bella

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Grown-up punk from Boston and East Bridgewater, MA.

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