Casings from Ruidoso by Brasser

You’ll never get it done, while you’re on your knees,
Missing the fact, that it’s more than a disease,
Rotten to the core, you fail to explore,
The fact that it’s all, it’s all your fault!

Violence, glorified magnificence,
Violence is at your door!
Violence, glorified magnificence,
Violence is at your door!

This is more, than a money farm,
Bank account that are sheltered, sheltered from harm,
Investments insured, secured so tight,
Sacrificed youth for a future so bright!

Violence, glorified magnificence,
Violence is at your door!
Violence, glorified magnificence,
Violence is at your door!

You’re waving your flag, of red, white, a blue,
We’re just sitting here waiting here to see, what the fuck you’ll do?
Laws are under attack in more ways than one,
Scars that cut so deep they affect everyone!

Violence, glorified magnificence,
Violence is at your door!
Violence, glorified magnificence,
Violence is at your door!
Violence, glorified magnificence,
Violence is at your door!
Violence, glorified magnificence,
Violence is at your door!

• Punk
• brass punk
• ska
• ska punk
• Vancouver