Mr. Pan[k]sament – One Bullet Revolution – 2009
01. Achtung Maybe [Alarm part 1] – instrumental
02. Sister Disaster [Choke, but don’t Swallow]
03. Bang Your Head
04. Doare Doar Când Respir [It Only Hurts When I Breath]
05. Emo Number Five [Bitches And Bruises] – instrumental
06. Vio-lent
[Part 1 Slow Rape
Part 2 Ambulance Song
Part 3 Damage Control]
07. Pop Floor of Shame [Death of the Dance]
08. You’re Pretty [When I Fuck You]
09. MP3 Killed the MTV Star [Error 404] – instrumental
10. One Bullet [Resolution]
11. A Hole Lot of Nothings [Chips for free]
bonus tracks:
12. Nation’s Slum – Burn (1998)
13. Pansament – Punk Ain’t Dead (1989)
Sister Disaster [Choke, but don’t Swallow]
Bulletproof smile on the face of disaster
Hit the gas baby, I wanna die faster,
An Angel is crying, the clouds sing your song
The Devil on the backseat says something went wrong.
The Heaven has been cancelled, the tickets don’t sell
Won a one way ticket all inclusive in Hell,
The Angel with the Devil play cards on the backseat
I turn off the light and run to the exit…
The World is cracked in two
Nothing’s left to hang on to,
Crack a smile while driving through
Broken light and black and blue.
Black and Blue.
Bulletproof smile on the face of disaster
Hit the gas baby, I wanna die faster,
The Angel is blushing down on her knees
Choke, but don’t swallow, the Devil says please.
They close down the Heaven, Air Condition is broke
The Angel is laughing, the Devil makes jokes,
Too late for tomorrow, so give me a beer
Too late comes too soon, I’ve got out of here…
Heaven Has Been Cancelled,
Has Been Cancelled (Has Been Canceled)
Nobody is there for you – No Salvation!
Nobody is there for me – No Salvation!
Bang Your Head
Running out of fuel, running out of roads
Running out of questions, running out of thoughts,
Running out of answers, running out of pills,
Running out of bullets, running out of thrills…
Bang Your Head
Bang your head, bang your head, bang.
Bang Your Head.
Running out of girls, running out of boys,
Running out of friends, running out of toys,
Running out of feelings, running out of beer,
Running out of dreams, I’m running out of here.
Running out of fire, running out of rain,
Running out of sugar, running out of pain,
Running out of sea, running out of sun,
Running out of money, running out of fun…
Doare Doar Când Respir [It Only Hurts When I Breath]
Zeamă de varză, sare pe rană
Sânge în apă o lamă în vană,
Umbre mondene, sumbre momente
Aceeaşi scenă, răspunsuri prea lente.
O floare albă, petale-n oglindă,
Votcă la halbă, pastile pe limbă…
Doare…
Dramă perfectă, viaţă dejectă,
Facem o sectă într-o lume defectă,
Nu-i nici-o profeţie, trag o beţie,
Vreau o frecţie, n-am avut erecţie.
Sublimă aberaţie, stare de graţie,
Nimeni nu ştie, dar am să-ţi spun ţie…
Doare doar când respir…
(It Only Hurts When I Breath)
Inspir, Expir…
Vio-lent [part 1, 2 & 3]
Violent,
Viol lent…
Wake up in strange motion
Sirens screams in my head,
Feels like lost in emotion,
Feels like been already dead.
I need a fuel injection
Poison runs through my veins,
It’s like a lack of reaction,
Misplaced, outside my brain…
One bullet Revolution,
One bullet bail you out.
One shot, one solution,
One blast will wipe you out!
Pop Floor of Shame [Death of the Dance]
Feels like I’m dancing, acting like a fool,
Let’s do some moonwalk, that should be cool.
Need a stupid hair cut, I should be gay,
Have a Jewish producer, it works that way.
Don’t need la, la, la, la, wear a crazy tie,
Singing only blah, blah, make them laugh or cry.
Need one charting single, steal some rhythm and rhymes,
Timing must be perfect, like the prime-time crimes.
Death on the dance floor!
(Death on the dance floor!)
I’m gonna make it, don’t matter how,
I’m gonna make it, don’t matter how!
You’re Pretty [When I Fuck You]
You’re pretty trala-la-la
Pretty when I fuck you,
You’re pretty when I fuck you…
Fuck the left and fuck the right,
Fuck the black and fuck the white,
Fuck the East and fuck the West,
Fuck the middle, fuck the rest.
Fuck the beauty and the beast
Fuck the suicidal emo kids,
Fuck aliens, fuck the reds,
Fuck the things I just said.
One Bullet [Resolution]
It’s like a gun in my mouth
Stucked in the corner of doubts,
The trigger won’t pull me out
Nothing I can do about.
Questions are nailing me down,
The answers are stains on the wall,
Something it’s wrong, we both know,
The bullet won’t fill up the hole.
It’s like a bill left to pay
No cover for all what we spend,
The system just eat up itself,
This program it runs till the end.
Custom revolution demand,
Like a bottle washed ashore,
Cancel salvation on-line,
But the bullet won’t fill up the hole…
Save a bullet for you…
I save a bullet for you,
My last bullet it’s for you.
A Hole Lot of Nothings [Chips for free]
The Sun set on your lips
There’s nothing left to say,
The last stab is a kiss
But today is my birthday.
My mouth is full of shit
I swallow all the blame,
It all comes down to this
A tear goes up in flame.
The Sun dies in your eyes
It’s a million miles away,
Hooked up as innocent lies,
But today is my birthday.
The sky seems broken glass
I walk right through to you,
The knife cuts like a bless
My conscience bleeding blue…
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