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Shell Shocked (EP)

by Paul Mauled

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Shell Shocked (free) 03:00
You must be furious Acting a like a hooligan, Rotten up inside cause I’m ignoring you Again Your vandalism bit, I should have seen it coming, viscosity of your atrocity is running down my windshield, thanks for breakfast on my car Shell Shocked I’ll wash it off and drive away, With my lover, or with anyone but you A hitcherhiker would do Cause he’d be less insane, And breakfast ain’t the same Crack splat it goes, Scrambled by your dramatics Your jealousies, my libertes They don’t mix This vandalism shit, I should’ve heard you coming, So pestilent and focused, Locust, Thanks for the memories Thanks for breakfast on my car Shell Shocked I’ll wash it off and drive away, With my lover, or with anyone but you A prostitute or two Cause they’d be less insane, And breakfast ain’t the same You keep your distance, I’ll keep my dissonance I don't have to try But you do
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Pay to Suck 02:17
Your mouth runs, Mine is singing songs There ain’t no contest Cause you’re doing it all wrong You need your gimmicks Or you’d get lost in the fray It’s a slut situation But it’s your only way Up on stage, bark and howl, Survey says you’re pretty foul But everyone's too nice to tell you Buy a ticket, don’t forget, Make sure to leave after our set So all the other bands get fucked too We’ll book your band, if you’ll pass the buck Pay to play, PAY TO SUCK Your costs run, Mine are staying low, It’s a bad scene, Anytime you play a show, Will you ever finish? Your album, not your merch It’s a crawling joke, Cause your shit is so inert Up on stage, bark and howl, Survey says you’re pretty foul But everyone's too nice to tell you Buy a ticket, don’t forget, To leave right after our set So all the other bands get fucked too We’ll book your band, if you’ll pass the buck Pay to play, PAY TO SUCK
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I’m laying down in hell, in some run down motel I love you, I have blood on my hands Shoot meds to numb the pain, sick thoughts I entertain I hate you, it’s your blood on my hands The line between love and hate, so quick to desecrate Blood on the bathroom floor, not breathing anymore I love you but, I hate you just as much Are you really dead, or only in my head? I’m rotting down in hell, in a city prison cell I hate you, I have blood on my hands Ten days go crawling by, I’ll crawl right up and die I hate you, It’s your blood on my hands The line between love and hate, so quick to desecrate Blood on the bathroom floor, not breathing anymore I love you but, I hate you just as much Are you really dead, or only in my head?
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Letters 02:13
Mail a letter out to you After all that we've been through Hell and back, and I'm still standing Exorcism of your lust From the pocket of my trust Hell and back, and you're not landing Here My right to break your heart in two Indecision , stabbing through Your conflicting point of view Face to face, fear to fear Shedding everything you know In a black lit, eerie glow What you lack, I'm demanding Calibration of your thoughts, Killing everything I've bought, On your back, you're enchanting Here My right to break your heart in two Indecision , stabbing through All the spiteful things you do Face to face, fear to fear
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TMZ (free) 02:34
Beloved pop star idol, Your signs ain't lookin vital, Perez says you look like shit tonight Another movie star, Missing or terminated, Doped up and on the run alright Guess who'll be first on site Hooked on speed, TMZ says you OD'd And I'd love to, give you, the benefit of the doubt Harv speaks and he ain't lying, random strangers crying Another dead celebrity, broke on TMZ Another baby bump, Anniston has been dumped, Perez says she looks like shit tonight Bottle smashing fist fight, Twitter's got the insight, Cut up and on the run alright Guess who'll be first on site Fight and bleed, TMZ's got what I need And I'd love to, give you, the benefit of the doubt Harv speaks and he ain't lying, insults and bullshit flying Another jailed celebrity, broke on TMZ
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Turn off the news, the radio, it makes me sick to my stomach The award for most fucked up, Society has won it Murderers and pedophiles, severed limbs and twisted smiles Cops and lawyers have no use, when our planet ends up nuked So fargone, let me tell you something Do the us a favor, push the big red button 2012, rapture thoughts, wishfully I'm thinking Human nature as I've been taught, is quickly fuckin sinking Prosecuters, cutting deals, wall street brokers lie and steal Take placebos, stay in line, or anarchy breeds killing time So fargone, let me tell you something Do the us a favor, Push the big red button

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released January 26, 2013

All instruments Paul of the Living Dead

Cover photo by Steven Bley

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Paul Mauled New Jersey

I'm a solo artist as well as the singer for the Bad Whoremoans. I also used to play guitar in the Accelerators and bass in The Undead. I've got a lot of recordings up here from most of my bands. Look around, get acquainted.

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