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Order on vinyl at https://www.kindacoolrecords.com/shop Die Job - Thanks a Lot, Keith Morris (feat. Sam King of Get Dead) Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Shafer Carson (Kinda Cool Records) Mastered by Jason Livermore at The Blasting Room Video by Bruno Trivelli https://www.deathxiii.com/ Die Job - Vancouver, Canada https://www.kindacoolrecords.com/diejob / diejobpunk / diejobpunk Kinda Cool Records (2022) https://www.kindacoolrecords.com/ Lyrics- Broken beer bottles and broken teeth Puke down on the coffin where I sit back half od'd With a soggy pack of cigarettes and a flask as warm as piss I look back on the lonely life of a dying anarchist Though it don't sound right Punk rock ruined my life Dirty needles that did pierce my skin Tattoos of bands who ended up born again christian Seems I'm like my cowboy father, I've been hell raising But all he ever said is you look like a lesbian As he looked down, down, down Rise upon the ground Upon my grave stone it will read I hated almost everyone Upon my conscience you will breathe Long after I'm dead and gone My friends will laugh and they will sing He lived a life out on the run With winking smiles and grinding teeth They'll say he wasn't having any fun at all Still, I don't give a god damn what you say You never understood me any fucking way No, I won't be home for Christmas, Mom, of that I have no doubt You might call me an addict but you can't say I sold out This is the life I chose So kick me out the show Upon my grave stone it will read I hated almost everyone Upon my conscience you will breathe Long after I'm dead and gone My friends will laugh and they will sing With winking smiles and grinding teeth They'll say he wasn't having any fun at all At all Any fun at all Any fun at all Any fun at all The fog that sifts beneath The quiet calling of the devils common creed As my soul floats off to Babylon Alone again at last I wave goodbye to all of you Farewell and kiss my ass Although it don't sound right...