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What? (EP)

by Paul Mauled

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Intravenous spike into a vein as poison drips the life drains Everything fades slowing in a hurry A lifeless body in a mortuary Assisted suicide A helping hand when it's time to die Assist my suicide The IV drip kills the pain inside A dealer of death For a price To flip the switch at the end of your life The choice to die Is my right When I pay for the pleasure to lose the fight Assisted suicide A helping hand when it's time to die Assist my suicide The IV drip kills the pain inside
2.
You've got smoke and mirrors to cover what you lack Your songs are mediciore just like your backing track Fastly flashing strobe lights, distractions so to speak Playing your guitar with your twelve year old physique Smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors You're always acting so sad but it's just a facade Your act is getting tired cause you act like you're a good I know you change your image just like I change my clothes You're nothing but a loser and everybody knows Smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors
3.
Deathmask 02:42
Indecisive doctors they don't have a clue Medical masochists that don't know what they do The deathmask is the doorway a welcome suffocation A trembling hand holds the key to my annihilation Put the deathmask on Count to ten and then you're gone Fastened to your face To take you to a darker place Silent deadly breathing from a tank Deadly drowning without walking a plank Suffocation a deathmask ends the sorrow And guarantees today that you'll never see tomorrow Put the deathmask on Count to ten and then you're gone Fastened to your face To take you to a darker place
4.
Her bedroom didnt always have padded walls She didn't always have someone screen her calls She used to not be on sedatives Now she's in the psyche ward where she lives Something snapped inside her head She thinks that she'd be better off dead Somebody should tell her that she wont Somebody should tell her that she wont She once was a writer and a model Until she swallowed the entire bottle Now she sees a psychotherapist Who can't find the artistic girl we miss Something snapped inside her head She thinks that she'd be better off dead Somebody should tell her that she wont Somebody should tell her that she wont
5.
21 00:58
Here I am at 21 So much drinking so much fun Have a beer have a shot Who's driving home I hope I'm not We'll drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink till you can't stand We'll drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink till you're a man Here I am the morning after No more fun times no more laughter Just a headache Too much light Let's go do it again tonight We'll drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink till you can't stand We'll drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink till you're a man
6.
Ron Is Old 01:29
(Ron voice mail) "Hey Paul, It's Ronny Skull" Ron is old but it doesn't stop him from playing punk rock Ron is old but he jams in his basement til 9 or 10 o'clock I hope that when I get his age Mature with adolescent rage I hope when I turn 48 I can still Accelerate Ron is old but it doesn't stop him from playing lots of gigs Ron is old but his hair's still there so he doesn't need a wig I hope that when I get his age Mature with adolescent rage I hope when I turn 48 I can still accelerate Ron is old but he didn't get slow still as fast as 85 Ron is old but he's young at heart and he's keeping punk alive I hope that when I get his age Mature with adolescent rage I hope when I turn 48 I can still accelerate I wanna be like Ronnie Skull I wanna be like Ronnie Skull I wanna be like Ronnie Skull I wanna be like Ronnie Skull I wanna be like I wanna be like I wanna be like I wanna be like Ronnie Skull
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Shes an art school girl She makes me wanna hurl Her pretentious ways Her facetious praise She's an art school bitch Mom and dad are rich And they pay her way She's the old cliche Someday she'll grow up to be Just like mom and dad She's an artist now but it's just a passing fad She'll sell a photograph And I have to laugh No originality Just like her personality With her art school friends Looking through a lens With her photos on display While her parents pay and pay and pay Someday she'll grow up to be Just like mom and dad She's an artist now but it's just a passing fad

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These were songs from the long lost second Bad Whoremoans record 'Say What Again.' I wrote these as solo songs, but we ended up doing them with the Bad Whoremoans.

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released April 25, 2013

All instruments and vocals by Paul of the Living Dead
Drums on Deathmask, Ron Is Old, and 21 by Serial Bill Gotta
Backing vocals by Ginny Tonic

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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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