Simply Dead

by Dead Arms

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This is our second album. We hope you like it.

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released May 10, 2019

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Wayne Adams at Bear Bites Horse Studio, LONDON 2018
All Songs Written By Dead Arms
Artwork By Holloway
© & ℗ 2019 Dead Arms

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Dead Arms London, UK

London / Kent / California based noise-punk 4 piece featuring members of USA Nails, Los Bitchos, Death Pedals and It Often Takes A War.

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Track Name: Grandad Hates You
I’m out here, you’re in there
Man of the people, get us a beer
Can’t get a date, still lives with his mum
you neo-Nazi, fascist scum
Oh Nigel, Nigel won’t you come outside
Let’s have a chat about genocide
Immigration, made him late
Drove him to racial hate

53, separated and skint
Oh Nigel, Nigel won’t you take the hint
Don’t need your fucked up views
Forever infecting our daily news

Why won’t you come and see
What its likes to be me
Why won’t you come and see
That you’ll never be free
Track Name: Biased Broadcasting Corporation
Broadcast news so full of lies
Corporate greed breeds compromise
We see you Sun, we see you real
Fuck you and your fucking deals

Normalise
Normalise
Normalise
Normalise

Broadcast news so full of lies
Corporate greed breeds compromise
We see you Sun, we see you real
Fuck you and your fucking deals
When social red turns greedy blue
We see through you, we see through you
The barons of our own demise
This is where democracy dies

No Truth when spin is king
You let it in, you let it in
Devouring your blackened soul
You let it in, you let it in
Track Name: Apocalypse Yow
Guess the guest on Through The Keyhole
Never meant to get this far
Fame rips my life apart
Now you know I’m a fucking liar

EAT - CAT - MEAT
Make me invisible
EAT - CAT - MEAT
Make me invincible

Guess the guest on Through The Keyhole
Never meant to get this far
Fame rips my life apart
Now you know I’m a fucking liar

EAT - CAT - MEAT
Make me invisible
EAT - CAT - MEAT
Make me invincible
EAT - CAT - MEAT
Make me invisible
EAT - CAT - MEAT

Why don’t you come here?
Why don’t you come here, no more?
Why don’t you come here?
Why don’t you come here, no more?
Why don’t you come here?
Why don’t you come here, no more?
Why don’t you come here?
Why don’t you come here, no more?

Guess the guest on Through The Keyhole
Never meant to get this far
Fame rips my life apart
Now you know I’m a fucking liar

Loud Noises
Pained Voices
Loud Noises
Pained Voices
Loud Noises
Pained Voices
Loud Noises
Pained Voices
Track Name: Tom Hanks
She's no trophy Tom, attitude's all wrong
It's a 3D effect, it's spousal neglect
When fists fly first, you'll come off worst
Sex comedy tits'n'ass
Sorry, I forgot to laugh
Hallucinogens to a donkey
Did you even think this through?
Bucking mule on a ride
Made an ass of you
Your wrists are smooth and kissable
But suicide ain't painless
All parties end in tears
Even for the faithless


Watch Tom begging for your forgiveness
Watch Tom begging let me bear witness

No Oscar night
It's a woman's fight
No Oscar night
It's a woman's plight
No Oscar night
It's a woman's fight
No Oscar night
It's a woman's plight
It's a woman's plight
It's a woman's fight
Track Name: Give Me Shelter
Rain soaks my tattered attire
I look to the sky and shout "why?"
All I see are fields of green
Not keeping me dry

Just Bricks and Tiles
Just Bricks and Tiles
I don't need your sympathetic smiles
I need Bricks and Tiles

Lethal spikes and ignorant bliss
I see the fear in your stare
Take cover with a loving kiss
And I'll be out of your hair

Just Bricks and Tiles
Just Bricks and Tiles
I don't need your sympathetic smiles
I need Bricks and Tiles

Wherever I don't get stabbed
Wherever I don't get stabbed
Wherever I don't get stabbed
Wherever I don't get stabbed
That's My Home!
That's My Home!

Just Bricks and Tiles
Just Bricks and Tiles
I don't need your sympathetic smiles
I need Bricks and Tiles
Track Name: Drunk Bananas
You want to be her
But you don’t know her
She’s what you made her
You’re what haunts her

Now I wanna be her
And I got to know her
I’m what she made me
You’ll find me guilty

When I first saw you
Red hair, black dress
I thought to myself
What a beautiful mess
The fires of hell
They could never tame
And I am left with no escape

Well she takes no shit
No she won’t take mine
She’s a rebel girl
And she’s crossed the line.
Cause she fucked shit up
Yeah she made ‘em stare
Smashed the patriarchy
With a wink and a glare
Track Name: Kitty's Lament
I say Kitty
Won’t you tell me the truth
We’ve been here before
Underneath this roof

I say Cecil
Won’t you be my guide
This trip ain’t hip
’til we get inside

I say Kitty
Got confessions to make
This title I got
Is nothing but fake

I say Cecil
It’s a situation
A party downstairs
Our ancestral home

Get on the dance floor
This is what we came for
Do ya, do ya want more
Get on the dance floor

Get on the dance floor
This is what we came for
Do ya, do ya want more
Get on the dance floor

I say Kitty
Let’s dance ’til we drop
With those keytar licks
We’re the masters of rock

I say Cecil
What you doing back there?
Won’t you shake your hips
’til there’s nothing to fear

Get on the dance floor
This is what we came for
Do ya, do ya want more
Get on the dance floor

Get on the dance floor
This is what we came for
Do ya, do ya want more
Get on the dance floor
Track Name: MacKaye Convention
Force fed nostalgia
Today should be feared
Mourn your fallen idols
As if you ever cared

Past grip’s take hold
It’s viced embrace
Won’t let you rest
Don’t leave a trace

Force fed nostalgia
Today should be feared
Mourn your fallen idols
As if you ever cared
Dull your thoughts with make believe
I’m a Disney Princess
Take the blue pill, take the red
Dive deep in dream’s caress

Past grip’s take hold
It’s viced embrace
Won’t let you rest
Don’t leave a trace

Won’t
Feed the Power
Feed the Power
Won’t
Feed the Power
Feed the Power
Won’t
Feed the Power
Feed the Power
Won’t
Feed the Power
Feed the Power
Track Name: Stage Towels
Karma just bought a strap on
Gonna make me give her head
I gotta squeal her name
Oh Lord, don't make me beg

Guilt soaks my fevered brow
Can't shake this fear
My mind plays evil tricks
Voices I don't wanna hear

Karma just bought a strap on
Gonna make me give her head
I gotta squeal her name
Oh Lord, don't make me beg

Guilt soaks my fevered brow
Can't shake this fear
My mind plays evil tricks
Voices I don't wanna hear

Chorus

Roots!
Come on out Max!
Come on out Max!

Karma just bought a strap on
Gonna make me give her head
I've gotta squeal her name
Oh Lord, don't make me beg

Guilt soaks my fevered brow
Can't shake this fear
My mind plays evil tricks
Voices I don't wanna hear

What do you think of me?
My time, can't have it back
My sins for all to see
Sad behind this speaker stack

What do you think of me?
My time, can't have it back
My sins for all to see
Sad behind this speaker stack

Roots!
Come on out Max!
Come on out Max!
Track Name: Deceptive Carafe
This is the hellfire you were promised
Wrapped up in bile and hate and vomit
Your fears border on insanity
Jingoistic, misguided family tree

Skin deep rhetoric
Rancid vitriolic
Easy to mock it
Hard to stop it
Our nation’s theft
Our children left


This is the hellfire you were promised
Wrapped up in bile and hate and vomit
Your fears border on insanity
Jingoistic, misguided family tree

Island set adrift to die
For the sake of national pride
Monsters come home to roost
Our country has been set loose

This is the hellfire you were promised
Wrapped up in bile and hate and vomit
Your fears border on insanity
Jingoistic, misguided family tree

Skin deep rhetoric
Rancid vitriolic
Easy to mock it
Hard to stop it
Our nation’s theft
Our children left

This is the hellfire you were promised
Wrapped up in bile and hate and vomit
Your fears border on insanity
Jingoistic, misguided family tree

Island set adrift to die
For the sake of national pride
Monsters come home to roost
Our country has been set loose

Island set adrift to die
For the sake of national pride
Monsters come home to roost
Our country has been set loose

This Is The End

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