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POISON WORDS
02:31
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POISON WORDS
…We live in a wasteland of broken dreams – SO LETS MARCH!
Take the good – Take the bad – Take everything – Take all I have.
Venom spit – through chords and grit – open your ears and swallow it!
Forged in blood – so, Fill your plate.
POISON WORDS – They’re rich in hate!
Forward march across this wasted land.
On-wards forth through the desert sands.
What joined us together – has torn us apart.
What we lack in will – I make up in heart.
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FRESHCUT
03:49
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FRESHCUT
Here’s a tale of living tough, breaking out and fucking up!
Finding our way, fighting perception everyday.
Go'in to shows and learn our part.
Way of life burns in our heart.
Blackened eye and a broken nose.
Proving yourself at hardcore shows!
Steel toes and broken bottles.
We’re singing along with Micky!
Heart full of pride, body black and blue.
Shaved in by the older crew.
Laced up! Still standing true.
Freshcut, I’m a lot like you.
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SIDE BY SIDE
02:10
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SIDE BY SIDE
Wealth equals power! - and they think they have it all.
My boots on their necks as they crawl.
Corporate greed is all they need.
They push the wages down for you and me.
They’ll take control!
They’ll take your soul!
They will take everything!
We have to stand!
We have to fight!
Side by side!
Bow Down on Bent knees!
At expense of community.
Now it’s time for them to see.
In our numbers lies our strength.
So close your eyes – this is revenge
They’ll take control!
They’ll take your soul!
They will take everything!
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WASTED!
03:48
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WASTED
Friday night, sitting in a bar - drinking a beer.
When a bottle hits the back of my head - from nowhere
When I turned around he was on the floor.
In come the fucking cops through the door.
Waking up in a holding cell - How I wish it were a cheap motel.
Can't afford to pay my bail - Just another night in jail.
Wasted, Wasted again!
Wasted, Wasted again!
Before you knew it I was cuffed and stuffed - Headed downtown.
Here's your fucking rights, Shut your hole - get in the car you clown.
Screamed at the cops - "You fucking pigs".
You just don't understand - This was self-defense.
Waking up in a holding cell - How I wish it were a cheap motel.
Can't afford to pay my bail - Just another night in jail.
Wasted, Wasted again!
Wasted, Wasted again!
Wasted, Wasted again
Wasted SHIT-FACE-TED again
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SUBURBAN MURDERS
03:30
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Suburban Murders
It's probably the drugs.
Do you taste blood - On your lips?
It's like pennies and dirt
Well that's how love tastes.
She's bound and she's laced
On hands and knees - So love me!
I need you baby, like I breed.
I need you baby, like I grieve.
I’ll fuck the Innocence out of you, love (out of you).
Fuck what they say - about me.
I am judging all of humanity.
And I have found them wanting.
Unjust - lies, hate, and untruths.
Selfishness, with no virtues.
There's no good, coming from this.
So burn your bibles…
I'll tear down your world.
Rip down your walls.
And piss on it's smoldering ashes.
Suburban murders are more fun, anyways, anyways.
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SALEM
02:42
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S A L E M
Clock strikes 12, it’s the witching hour.
Eyes to the night, which gives us power.
Stars align, the tarot reads:
You plant revenge, and I’ll bring the seeds.
Hail to the North, Hail to the West
Hail to the East, which I know best.
Hail to the South, Hail to the beast.
Lace your boots up and move your feet.
1690’s they had their way,
now it’s time to have our say.
We’ve played local, we’ve played abroad
When we’re in Salem, we go HARD!
Lets dance on the ashes of old ideas,
And praise new beginnings in the coming years.
Stars align, the tarot reads:
You plant revenge, and I’ll bring the seeds.
1690’s they had their way,
now it’s time to have our say.
We’ve played local, we’ve played abroad
When we’re in Salem, we go HARD!
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PANGS OF SPITE
04:03
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Pangs of Spite
The winters gone and the sun it out.
Grab my crew and I’ve got no doubt.
BBQ blazing and the beers are cold.
The music hits and the night unfolds.
I find it so hard to disconnect.
Like this button on the back of my neck.
They’ve called me an Iconoclast.
I’m always haunted by my past.
Pangs of Spite make my grit my teeth.
My jaw is clenched and I can’t breath.
Shoveling shit into the tide.
I get off at 8, lets go for a ride.
We walk these streets – We work these weeks.
With rolled up sleeves – In the summers heat.
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DESTINY
04:19
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DESTINY
SAY THESE WORDS!
Give me the sign - We’ve been through this time after time.
From the start – I earned my stripes, I’ve only tried to do what’s right.
We can dream – We can plan, But will our ideas withstand,
Threats of selfishness and greed - Loyalty meant so much to me!
I work my fingers to the bone - my family, friends, my strength, my home.
It’s worth everything to do this here tonight.
I lace my Doc’s up nice and tight - roll my sleeves up for the fight.
Work week’s trying my last nerve, but I pull through again.
My broken heart is full and true, - ‘Cause we’re all down here with you.
So scream THESE words back to me – “Pride & Destiny”
If there’s one thing, which still holds true.
Been through the good, we’ve been through blues.
When things go down, you don’t intend.
Get back up and go it again!
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BRIX'N MORTAR Salem, Massachusetts
BRIX’N MORTAR is an American Oi!/Hardcore band formed in 2018 in Salem, MA, USA. Drawing inspiration from the Oi!, Hardcore & Rock scenes in Boston and Europe.
Troy - Vox & Bass
Joey - Gits & Vox
Devon - Drums & Vox
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