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Youicide 03:17
Your ears won't be ringing The songs I tried to write about you never got finished They linger in notebook pages I spilled my guts all over the bathroom stall, Spewing chunks of self respect The asshole in the mirror offers few words of encouragement Let's chalk this up to being the voices in my head The liquor in my liver and my cold and empty bed Doctor give me more pills to swallow with my pride Take 5 to calm my bleeding heart 5 more for full affects of suicide Your ears won't stop ringing Your name is on the tip of my tongue It hangs around like Sunday morning breath I confess my love, my heart and soul To the water at the bottom of the toilet bowl Waking up dazed in an ER bed Shitty pop songs booming over head The hits of yesterday and today
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Tomorrow I think I might be okay But today who can say It's the twelfth day that I've spent on my own Trying to forget that I'm all alone I got an ache in my back the back I turned on my friends Who haven't been able to say anything useful The pot keeps calling the kettle black But the government keeps calling pot illegal And I tried to unwrap a hot pocket but it fell and now there's cheese and sauce everywhere But I ate it anyway does it make me careless just because there's no less I can care And finding your nerve is kinda hard when you've lost it in a bet But even if you found it life takes more than the one that you'd had You know if you can't feel shame then you can't feel pain A shot of stale morphine is all you need to fix your nervous brain Tried to unwrap a hot pocket but it fell and now there's cheese and sauce everywhere But I ate it anyway does it make me careless just because there's no less I can care And I'm kinda sick Am I a dick This life is cruel I shoulda let it cool And I'm asleep It's far too deep To wanna wake My stomachache
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This one's for the birds Whose stomachs have blown up This one's for my parents Who tried to raise me tough It's for the lack of beer In my empty plastic cup And for my friend's couches On which I've thrown up And I'm Sipping and Slugging and Swigging and chugging There's nothing else left to do I'll be Puking and Pissing and shitting and Missing you I'm fucking missing you This one is for my liver Who's taking one for the team This one is for my bladder Bursting at the seams It's for the keg That cried out all its beer For nothing changing another shitty year And I'm Slugging and Sipping and Chugging and swigging Down the hatch til it's gone And I'll be Pissing and Puking and Shitting and Moving on I'm fucking moving on
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Smoking his coffee and drinking his cigarettes Seems he's been missing out on all of his benefits He sits in his chair He sits and he stares As he sits and stares in his chair Now he's snorting his whiskey and shooting his cocaine He's got scars on his arms and I think he's in pain He sits at that bar Looking at those scars Scars on his arms in the bar He's staying out late And saying he's great Just like cheese left out in the sun But he doesn't melt He just wraps his belt Around another girl's neck til he's done Another girls neck til he's done He won't stop killing Or drinking he's filling His tires to pressure again So when he runs down A rodeo clown He won't scratch his new coat of paint He's running from the law boys Running with a smoke Tucked behind his ear He's hoping maybe he Can kill them with cancer Run away and marry his beer Outlaw McKillson He was the best The devil himself said he was skilled Thats until one day he went down to hell And the devil's the man that he killed Yes the devil's the man that he killed Now you may think a man who killed the devil Can't be made of stone But the truth is outlaw McKillson just wanted to take his throne for his own Just wanted to take his throne for his own
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released May 20, 2017

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The Bomb Shelter Dropouts Newark, Delaware

Punk rock with a sense of humor. 4 piece from Newark, DE

Kyle Kolek-Vox/Guitar

Chris Ranney- Lead Guitar

Shawn Bahm- Bass

Justin Sharp- Drums

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