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High As Heaven, Drunk As Hell

by The UGLYS

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1.
Downtown I’ll be pouring the week away Guzzle through your boredom everyone’s out of place Hustle off potential splitting elbows spend to make Work ain’t always legal, but the risk is fat and free to blaze Stumble through the city pay to play deplete my funds These strings have gotten rusted waiting for the next pickup All my friends are junkies and I lead the whole charade My hands are broke my fingers stiff in the middle of this drunk parade Red lights in the rear view “Roll down the window please” “How many ounces, are underneath our seats”? “Gotta get your hands dirty, to make ends meet” “Just a matter of time before a DUI, unless I leave” I need to get out of here, or its worms meat for me this place will break you down, and it'll drown you out until you can't breath The bank is dry bloodshot red eyes no checks in the mail Sweating like a pig trying to stay out of jail A choice was we made moved away won't settle for a slow decay Open the eyes of the blind Dilated pupils squinting through a swollen brow Hit reset on my ambitions when my voice becomes to loud Alcoholics through the ages generations trace the lines Can’t complete a mission when demons keep you up all night Fuck away your dignity one could never be enough There’s no sense of decency when your to self absorbed to love In your fathers shadow how the mighty have fallen Bluffing with an empty hand the bets are all in Run the rat race break bones to squeeze in Grinding our teeth and checking off lists Another closed door another clenched fist The wills of the frail are crooked and bent Thrown off course with the slightest offense On and on the cycle never ends Setbacks wont be limiting we pass the weak and feral I’m appalled by their ignorance at the bottom of the barrel Blistered hands cracking feet this trek long forlorn Crawling on forearms and knees toe the line of the world that I scorn Waiting waiting at the precipice we stand Witness witness the swarm overflow Disgrace disdain their tastes so bland Dismiss bullshit with standards so low
2.
Bargain Bin 03:52
There’s imps and beasts in the apartment where you lay It’s so easy when your parents always pay Dime a dozen you can't escape Desperate and dilapidated and opened legged There’s a snake in the garden nipping at my heels A bad seed sown can grow for years Into the wild tripping toward entropy Nothing to learn from those that can't see Deaths knocking on your door to drag you down below Back stabbing blood sucking ignorant souls Accept wrinkling writhing fate The desperate and their desolate shame Contorted and corrupted state forsaken and forgotten name Cheap deals hermetically sealed boxed up and plain Fake class shrink wrapped say the same things Expired time wasted live hormone injected Processed beliefs saturated needs waiting on collections Rotting flesh this burning stench you reap what you sow The bargain bin of plastic skin is stretched to the bone OH YEAH Withering away in the sunflower state OH YEAH Dirty your design and de-stress your label OH YEAH Blistering skin your existence offends OH YEAH Dorothy overdosed on synthetic of heroin
3.
P.F.C. 04:17
Private First Class Christie reporting for duty Four generations deep into the army I was supposed to go fishing, but now my brothers missing Waiting at the rally point; drunk in the morning Said we’d be walking down for three nights straight So we stumbled off for our first smoke in days See you drink a bottle of whiskey down and bury the evidence in the ground Sarge calls over says “Boys, I smell a smoker” This mission ain’t over I said boys we ain’t sober, And I think were too clicks too far from where We’re supposed to be SARGE This doesn’t feel right, This doesn’t feel right Miles off course behind enemy lines It should have been me, I should have died I’ll carry that weight for the rest of my life Into the ravine I swear something smells shitty Is it the alcohol or do I hear gunshots ringing Oh lord both the boys are dropping down to the ground Looks too young to be bleeding out For all the explosions the fire keeps glowing, The smoke keeps choking, but my rifle still loaded Burning my legs as my machine gun spits lead, Bullets in my back woke up in hospital and thought I was dead They say "Boy, your a hero" "You deserve a medal" "The last one alive" "Now let’s put on a good show" This doesn’t feel right , This doesn’t feel right Hours on end in a bed sterilized It should have been me, I should have died I’ll carry that weight for the rest of my life Shrapnel Suture, Napalm Fire Fallen Brothers, Funeral Pyre My children they don’t recognize me They don’t know the blood I’ve spilled for my country But nobody wants to hire a vet with disability Nobody wants me, Nobody wants me My children they don’t recognize me They don’t know the blood I’ve spilled for my country From the halls of Washington to the dregs of society Nobody wants me Cause I’ve got scars from my fist to my face my body smells of cigarettes and all I can taste is the alcohol on my breath leave me forever wandering Lord knows I should’ve never left Private First Class Christie just one of many See me on the street, act like you don’t even know me
4.
High times low lives sift through the haze Instantly more interested with the roll of a page A silhouette swirls in front of me embers ignite as I breath in deep Let it fill my lungs the taste beckons and tempts Creeping down my spine from my feet to fingertips On the billows of smoke shake off the tension I’m slipping away through the doors of perception Climbing past the ash, through the blaze; lifted existence I walk among these trees, every strain heightens the senses Brain elevated, opened ears; the aroma fills my nose I’ve got glazed eyes an expanded mind and I’m reloading the bowl Grass fire, elevator up Cloud grows thicker, Flames erupt Grass fire, elevator up Cure the sick ease the pain of the patients This medicine lifts the weight off the weighted Ignite through the night with inspiration never fading Waste no time, because our problems aren’t changing If its a crime why does it help me sleep Open the eyes of the blind, make cynics believe See, hear, listen and think differently Create what want, and say what you mean I’m stoned finding meaning Now I know head filled up with smoke I'm stoned higher ceiling Now I know and the path is shown I put my mistress in glass she also twists up so neat A night with her all alone is nothing short of a dream If she comes all in wax the clearest form potency Just a grain I’ll save if you’ve never baked her kiss is all I need No one else has held me so long I wont let her escape Twist off lid holds all my love in every crystal leaf In dark there’s light, Burn to sunrise, Break ties that bind, Colors never looked so bright roll torch with profound state of mind The past is laid off you must invest in yourself Agree that every waking moment inspires visions, be felt Limitation decorated generations before Allow no slumber for the slaves until the weekend beholds Just unlock your head and give your credence in green Don’t wait to be chained when prejudice dictates your need Unshackled by the truth will you face your fears Don’t shoot yourself in the foot take a look in the mirror Because mountains mixed with with cancer sticks are drowning the flaws Blurring lines of whats expected downplay die and payoff Children binge on caffeine drinks dependent so young Pity stacks of used prescriptions it’s never enough

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released June 26, 2015

Recorded April to November 2014 @ Mammoth Cave Studios, Denver CO
All Music Written, Recorded and Produced By The UGLYS
Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Tim Gerak at Mammoth Cave Studios.
Additional Arrangement by Zach Kane

Album Art by Jared Kane
Concept and Design by The UGLYS
Special Thanks : Alison Cave, Jared Kane, Tim Gerak and his family, Kate Innes and Everyone at Rocketspace
Red-Eyed Records

The UGLYS :
Zach Kane - Victor Jadlow - Jared Kane (live)

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