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Stimulus Package

by The F-Bombs

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poikkeus Based on what I hear, this band likes basic punk with f-u lyrics and a great sense of humor. This is definitely a pleasing way to spend some of your stimulus funds. Favorite track: We're Fucked.
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1.
We're Fucked 02:21
WE'RE FUCKED by Troy R. Bennett and Dean Clegg Stay off the streets, don’t go to the beach Just sit on the can and tweet some tweets Drink some bleach ‘Cause we’re fucked. We’re all fucked. I’m fucked, you’re fucked. He’s fucked, she’s fucked We’re all fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Fuck, fucking, fucked Lost my job, yeah got laid off Went to work, guess I had a cough Fuck that boss Staring at screens, scrolling through memes Try like hell to not smoke all your weed Watching TV It ain’t fair, ain’t going nowhere, Playing Call of Duty in your underwear Getting hard to care Global warming, corporate greed Another shit storm is, just what we need While politicians screw us over again Shit, this time it really looks like the end I got no idea what we’re gonna do But one thing’s clear and that is me and you…
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Day Drinking 02:48
DAY DRINKING by Troy R. Bennett Day drinking, I got so much stress Day drinking, I’m a fucking mess Day drinking, I guess it’s better than pills But if the virus don’t get me then the day drinking will Get up in the morning, and turn on the news Gets me upset, leaves me feeling confused So I got to the fridge, and look for some booze Some vodka and juice, I guess that’ll do (except I ran out of o.j. like two weeks ago) Gotta get me a buzz, before I can think Got no insurance, ain’t got no shrink The best I can do, is just sit here and drink Till I forget everything, and then puke in the sink Nap for a while, right around four Wake up at six, then head out of the door Get some beer and scratch tickets, down at the store Then back to the couch, keep drinking some more My whole friggin’ life has just come to a stop Now I’m watching TV and the hands on the clock Life is uncertain, and the future’s in doubt If I’m lucky today, I’ll drink enough to blackout
3.
SHIT FOR BRAINS by Troy R. Bennett Shit for brains, shit for brains That asshole’s got shit for brains He got shit for brains, shit for brains That asshole’s got shit for brains Shit for brains Take away his microphone Pack it up and send him home ‘Cause he’s got nothing there inside But a heap of crap piled six feet high Nothing there between his ears But a shriveled turd ain’t used for years Ain’t got one damn good to say But he keeps on talking anyway Dookies, deuces, tuds, mung Cat shit, bat shit, bull shit, dung He’s packed so full it’s flying out Whenever he opens his fucking mouth Got a mouth like and open sore Same old crap you’ve heard before Standing there will the cameras on Taking a dump on the White House lawn
4.
BOTH SIDES NOW by Troy R. Bennett It’s hard to find paper at the store these days It’s all them hoarders and their hoarding ways My own hundred rolls are blocking the door So I can’t get out, baby, to look for some more (that’s why) I’m using both sides now It’s easy and I’ll show you how Before you flush, take my advice Flip ‘er over and take another swipe I’m using both sides now We gotta conserve, there’s a shortage you know Every square is precious like a flake of snow No waste, no want is what I alway say Save side two for tomorrow if you don’t use it today It might sound like something that you don’t wanna try But two wipes a square is gonna get us by But please go easy, baby, take it nice and slow Or your finger’s gonna poke through and touch your hole Thank you for for listening to this little song ‘Bout how both sides of the sheet can help us along Every piece you use twice, or maybe even more Is one less trip you’ll be making to the store
5.
RIGHT IN THE TEETH by Troy R. Bennett and Dean Clegg Right in the teeth, right in the teeth Like to pop that motherfucker right in the teeth Get a running start from twenty feet Yeah, pop that motherfucker right in the teeth Right in the teeth, right in the teeth Right in the eye, right in the eye Like to punch that dickhead right in the eye Man that’d feel like a big grand prize Yeah punch that dickhead right in the eye Right in the eye, right in the eye Right in the nuts, right in the nuts Like to kick that ass wipe right in the nuts Maybe then he’d finally shut the fuck up Yeah kick that ass wipe right in the nuts Right in the nuts, right in the nuts Right in the ass, right in the ass Like to boot that ding dong right in the ass Then throw him out with the rest of the trash Yeah, boot that ding dong right in the ass Right in the ass, right in the ass
6.
THE LOSER'S SONG by Troy R. Bennett and Walt Whitman You say you’re sucking your lunch through a tube in your gut And you’re breathing through a hole in your neck You say your baby daddy he just up and skedaddled And now you’re waiting on a welfare check You say your legs don’t work and you’re stuck in a chair And your hands are all twisted with pain You just lost your gig because your boss is a pig And now your is head is hanging down in shame Hey they say a loser, yeah baby a loser They say you’re a loser, hey but that’s OK Everybody ‘round here is a loser anyway You say you’re just off the boat from some other place And your English well it ain’t so hot No matter what you try to do, your plans are falling through And everybody’s got more than you got You say you’re old and alone and you’re always afraid And your landlord wants to kick you out There’s too many bills and you’re hooked on the pills And your mind has got you crippled with doubt You say you’re feeling like a rat just a runin’ a race And you’re tired of keeping up with the fight You gave it your best and stood up for the test But nothing ever turned out right This song is for you and you know that it’s true You’re a hero even when you fall ‘Cause the distance is thin between a lose and a win And there’s really no difference at all

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This EP was written, produced and recorded during one week of the COVID-19 coronavirus pandemic lockdown. It's a vitriolic monument to stress, anxiety, rage and ignorance.

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released May 9, 2020

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The F-Bombs Portland, Maine

Dropped screaming from the belly of a smoking and wounded war bird. Landing with a crash on a confused, desolate land of rumor, isolation and willful ignorance. Born and raised in a locked down pandemic.

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