Shell Shocked (EP)

by Paul Mauled

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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've been around since 2003. I learned guitar in 2004. I started the Bad Whoremoans in 2005. I joined the Undead on bass in 2006. In 2012 I changed my name from Paul of the Living Dead to Paul Mauled. I'm less creepy now.

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Track Name: Shell Shocked
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
Track Name: Pay to Suck
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
Track Name: Only In My Head
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?
Track Name: Letters
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
Track Name: TMZ
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
Track Name: Big Red Button
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