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The forces are amassed, and the time is nigh,
Sloth Fist has just begun to fight,
Well we had our fun, and it’s been a blast,
But now it’s time to fade into the past,
Here’s a little factiod just for you
They keep on talking like it must be true
They say we’re done before our time is due
Does Sloth Fist end tonight?!
Sloth Fist will be annhilated - but we’re feeling alright
Sloth Fist will be annhilated - but not tonight
Wanna go to war? Then we’ll go to war!
But you better know what it is you’re dying for,
Say we’re obscene - that our name is dumb,
But as a whole we are greater than our sum...
Night turns into day - day turns into night,
But we’re still here rocking, and we’re feelin’ alright,
Wanna take us down? They don’t stand a chance...
But before we go - listen to our chant
Wanna go to war? Then we’ll go to war!
But you better know what you’re dying for,
Yeah we’re still here, and we’re fucking pissed,
Don’t forget the name -
We’re motherfucking Sloth Fist!
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All I Know
02:14
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A tale as old as time that’s gone on far too long,
We keep on arguing about who is right and who is wrong,
Maybe it’s a tradgedy, or just a comedy,
It’s overwhelming all of me, you don’t even care to see..
(I don’t know) What the fuck is going on
(All I know) Life is passing by
(I don’t know) What the fuck is going on
(What’s going on?) What’s going on?!
A stinking, septic breeze that rolls in right on time,
I have to ask myself, who will pay for all these crimes,
Maybe it’s a comedy, or just a tradgedy,
Life is just the past to me - am I too blind to see?
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Mothman is Real
03:33
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I got a drink and a cigarette,
My fucking life is such a wreck,
And someone's gonna pay the price tonight,
Grab my keys and I hit the gas,
Swerving hard and I'm driving fast,
Until the beast can guide me to the light...
But don't you know the Mothman's fucking real,
That's the truth - not just the way I feel,
I'm too buzzed so Mothman take the wheel,
And let me live to drink again...
Doing eighty by your residence,
Razing lawns as evidence,
That someone out here might not make it out alive,
Point and stare as I hit the ground,
Gotta kick? - I'm already down,
On chaos the Mothman is known to thrive...
Underground where the Mothman sleeps,
Such a hallowed place,
See the lair where the Mothman feasts,
The terror on my face,
A beast who feeds my chaos,
A foe to rational thought,
Could he show pity on me?
No - of course not...
And now you know the Mothman's fucking real,
That's the truth - not just the way I feel,
I'm too buzzed so Mothman take the wheel,
And let me live to drink again...
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Rock'n'Roll Ain't Nice
02:25
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These broken streets are littered with pride and
They said they pay, but I guess they lied and
Took my thoughts and they're giving me nothing,
I may of well have just died...
One of many - don't stand a chance
Here's the thing about rock'n'roll baby,
Is that it ain't very nice.
That's the thing about rock'n'roll baby,
They ain't gonna tell you twice.
I quit my job and I maxed my credit,
But not some dickweek is stealing my credit,
Cashing my checks and living my life,
But they say “hey man, don't fret it”
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Nicotine
01:46
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I really gotta go - Don’t you fucking know?
You’re standing in my way, so now you’re gonna pay
Fingers stained with nicotine
Fucking move your ass, you don’t get a pass
You’re moving in a haze - I’ll set you ablaze!
Fingers stained with nicotine
Buildings doused in gasoline...
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NESterday
02:42
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I feel just like I've been through hell now,
Now I'm walking home from school,
All this pent-up anger fills me past the brim now baby,
I just wanna play an hour or two...
Wasting NESterday - but Zelda must be saved,
Gannon is to blame - wasting NESterday
Wasting NESterday - but Zelda must be saved,
Gannon is to blame - wasting NESterday
Finally home I grab that cartridge,
Blow it out and stick it in,
I'm gonna save the world and nobody should try and stop me,
And now I'm going for the win...
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Go Away
02:48
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All the lies that you like to say, all the games that you like to play
Same shit on a different day - I wish you’d go away
Try and hide what you’re like inside, try and take us all for a ride,
Not dead, but you’re barely aline - I wish you’d go away
See them coming, and they’re coming now right after you,
See me laugh in your face when you’re black and blue
See them coming and they’re coming now right after you,
Where you gonna go when the bill is finally due?
We don’t wanna hear anymore, we’re here to even the score,
Take a look at what we got in store - I wish you’d go away
Try and hide what you’re like inside -
cheating people is a point of pride
Try it here, it’s suicide - I wish you’d go away
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Hangover Song
01:48
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Going out all night with nothing else to do,
Going out all night, smoking, drinking brew,
Drinking to get drunk, too drunk to get laid,
Drinking to get drunk and falling on my face,
It’s never enough - It’s never enough for me
Wake up the next day and things are so unclear,
Wake up the next day and drink another beer,
Drinking to get drunk, stomping on my face,
Man I gotta get out of this place...
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Lycanthropy
02:01
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A sleepy little hamlet on a darkened street at night
People running scared because they’re frightened for their lives
It’s a fucking shame that your time is at its end
But when you face the wolf you ain’t never gonna win
Cause the full moon makes a new me - Lycanthropy
Wanna make a stand well you should get it through your head,
Take another step and you’ll find out that you are dead,
With my claw and fang I gnaw and cut and slice and dice,
Remember standing up when I cut you down to size,
Now the moon is setting dawn is breaking overhead,
Time to retreat now, back to my bed,
Now it’s time to go, but notify your next of kin,
In one synodic month, I’ll be back to kill again
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White Rabbits
02:34
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Find me rolling on the floor - on my hands and knees looking for a little more,
Yeah, the times have gotten rough - but it’ll be okay with one more shot of good stuff,
Now the shakes are coming on... Nose is bloody as I great the break of dawn,
I gotta go, but I just don’t know... ya know?
Chasing white rabbits, got me on the run - Forming black habits, it’s all about fun!
Chasing white rabbits. Forming black habits. Wearing straightjackets. It’s all about fun!
Everythings getting worse - feeling spent, and my body really hurts.
Maybe one more hit will do the trick...?
Are we having fun, man?! It’s a party, but it’s gotten out of hand
I just don’t know how to go from here...
Everything is turning black, too far gone, I ain’t gonna make it back
And it just keeps going on... and on... and on......................................
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Sloth Fist Dallas, Texas
Thrash-inspired punk from Dallas, TX. Featuring present and former members of Black Habits, Justice League, Responsible
Johnny, The Killing Flame, Bullet Machine, and countless others.
Formed early 2018, and hitting the ground running, releasing the demo "Live Slow, Die Whenever" the same year. Keep an eye out, because sloths move slow, but Sloth Fist most certainly does not.
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