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Engineered in Frenkevision by Michael Frenke
except * engineered by Donnell Cameron and Mr. Brett
Recorded at West Beach Recorders, Hollywood
Additional Vocal Tracking at Hyde St. Studios, San Francisco 1992
Additional percussion on Insane by Bomber
Skit on Piece Of Shit List by Barry D'Live
Cover Art by Dan Sites
Special Thanks to the 3 F's: Fans, Friends and Families.

Track List:

Insane
Come To Pass
Loneliness*
Aftermath
Tribute To The Jester
The Big If
Motherfucker
Catch Your Breath
Piece Of Shit List*
Balls
Scab On My Brain

Lyrics
Insane - 5:23
Music: Bomber - Lyrics: Bomber and Brett Gurewitz

So many ways of dying,
Too many things to lose.
Locked inside this house now,
Twisting my mind with the tube.
In times of troubles,
My sweaty shaking hands,
Wrapped themselves around my neck,
To kill what was left of this man.
So many people live in me.
Which one am I supposed to be?
I'm not afraid of going Insane.
My life is pure sound and fury.
You're not my judge or my jury.
I'm doing just what I want to be,
And they call it Insane.
Living your life vicariously
Parasite, never know the truth.
Skank scrap precocious disease,
Kolyte you blood sucking leach.

Come To Pass - 4:27
Music: Bomber - Lyrics: Bomber

Now I won't stand before you, preach and bore you.
With such little time.
People walking round the world wearin'
The weight of the world on their shoulders may never know,
It happens!
Give me something solid to hang onto,
Until the better way, it comes.
People walkin' round the world wearin'
The weight of the world on their shoulders may never know.
It happens!
Lonely . Isolation. It grew stronger.
It took me away.
People walkin' round the world wearin'
The weight of the world on their shoulders may never know.
Shit happens!
Listen to me! All things Come To Pass.
Now should've remembered...
All things Come To Pass.
All I want for you to know I care.
Give me something solid to hang onto,
Until the better way, it comes
People walkin' round the world wearin'
The weight of the world on their shoulders will never know.
Shit happens!
Listen to me! All things Come To Pass.
Should've remembered...
All things Come To Pass.
All I want for you to know I care.
Lonely. Isolation. It grew stronger.
Takes my breath away.
People walkin' round the world wearin'
The weight on their shoulders may never know.
Shit happens!
Listen to me! All things Come To Pass.
All I want for you to know I care.

Loneliness* - 2:46
Music: Bomber and Joel Mahan

Look straight in my eyes,
I'm not quite ready yet to try,
No self respect to try and hide.
You burnt the candle from both ends,
By tryin' to kill yourself again,
Why is it so you wish to pretend.
In my thoughts I would remember you.
In my soul still remains the truth.
Yeah...
There's not much left now to lose,
I think it's time you better choose,
Your passion lies inside a spoon.
You'll burn the bridge between your friends,
Creating wounds you cannot mend,
Why is it so you wish to be dead.
In my thoughts I would remember you.
In my soul still remains the truth.

Aftermath - 4:45
Music: Bomber and Dave - Lyrics: Bomber and Matt

Silence finally now is broken,
One thousand years and it seems so long.
Suspended animation's lonely,
I can't recognize a sky so black,
But it feels so wrong.
Ashes will rain,
So timeless they stain all the skies.
Where once there was bliss,
Now left with the wish,
That somebody'd left me to die.
Sky... is black and gray the world has changed another phase in history.
Waste... a mother holds her dying son,
Although she knows he was the guilty one.
Our last embrace,
I can still see your face in my mind.
Alive once again without any friends.
The planet's been scorched now and fried.
Flick of a switch,
How he shook and he twitched,
Bringing and end...
End to all of mankind.
Happened so suddenly, oh, how the apathy.
Murder the ultimate crime.
Grave situation,
Hold tight to your patience,
We sit and watch man destroy himself.
Hate is it? The worst form of emotion,
The aftermath lies beside yourself.
Ashes will rain timeless they'll stain all the skies!
Flip of a switch,
How he shook and he twitched,
Bringing and end...
Bring an end to mankind.
Happened so suddenly, witness the apathy now.
Murder the ultimate crime.
Be the end of mankind,
Murder the ultimate crime.
I'll be the death of mankind.

Tribute To The Jester - 4:34
Music: Bomber - Lyrics: Bomber

Now I can turn to you,
Come all unglued,
And spill my guts when I get troubled.
As I approach you simply joke,
I laugh so hard I cry for different reasons.
You never knew or cared the value of the laughs we shared,
They're always priceless.
Rob someone of their depression simply with your conversation.
Oh, Sarcastic Jester tell me one more time.
'Cause if I don't cheer up today I'm bound to lose my mind.
So talk with me a bit, I need your driest wit.
And make me laugh until it hurts,
And satisfy my fix.
A few deny your qualities,
Themselves, uptight unconsciously.
Others will hate you for truths you expose... everyone knows.
Laugh with the world and the world will be laughing with you.
Make them laugh at you and if you're good they'll even pay you
Oh, Sarcastic Jester, please don't get me wrong.
There's nothing more less serious than the lyrics in this song.
So keep that point of view.
Your cynical attitude.
The worlds late to appreciate the kind on earth like you!

The Big If - 3:58
Music: Chris and Joe - Lyrics: Bomber

If revelation comes to pass,
Death will assure your soul to everlast?
Your want a proof of prophecy,
The end is what they want to see,
Believe in me.
You may well know,
If this is the end,
Of the third world.
And you'll be the last on earth!
But I will be there first.
To push you off the earth!
Ooh!
Ultra violent Christians make decisions,
For the lives of you and I.
Tell me violent Christian Bush,
Did God give you the right to push the last, last one?
You may well know,
That this is the end,
I'll take you with me,
And push you off the earth.
But maybe I'll be laughing first.
To push you off the earth.
You may well know,
That this is the end,
I'll take you with me,
And push you off the earth.
And I'll be laughing first,

Motherfucker - 2:32
Music: Joe and Bomber - Lyrics: Bomber

Come on and take walk with me!
Come on down, man, take a good look around.
We let our people sleep on the ground.
Complacent fools! Sit back. Watch the news.
The furthest thing from your mind now is change.
See the homeless you say that it's not what it seems... to be!
Smell the stench of misfortune and greed that they bring... Oh oh!
City on fire. Two times as tired.
You can't afford to turn your back again.
Somebody's lyin' when the rents get higher then...
Still the furthest thing from your mind now is still change.

Catch Your Breath - 4:03
Music: Bomber - Lyrics: Bomber

We walked along the barren beach,
I saw the trash but not the glass broken at my feet.
Cut myself once again, gotta stop count to ten, and relax.
Take a breath, breath in deep. Taste the smog, feel heat.
I gotta get out... of this place
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.
All the trash, broken glass, dirty air, no one cares,
Help me out 'cause I think I'm choking!
People choose what to do,
Sippin' booze, sniffin' glue!
Catch Your Breath!
While you still have a chance!
Self preservation's what it's all about.
Suffocation kills without a doubt.
It's a problem, people just can't stop
Wastin', trashin', usin' what we got.
We're next in line and you can bet,
When you grow old , put you in homes.
A slow and lonely death,
You won't forget the mess you left.
Another unpaid debt and now you're choking.
And now sometimes I tell myself
I'm just alive and I'll get by, without any help!
So I say why should I give a care about this world,
And the mess that we leave?
Well in a month or a year maybe I'll have some kids,
And they'll need to breath!
All the trash, broken glass, dirty air, no one cares,
Help me out 'cause I think I'm choking!
People choose what to do,
With the blues, sniffin' glue!
Catch Your Breath!
While you still have a chance.
Self preservation's what it's all about.
Suffocation kills without a doubt.

Piece Of Shit List* - 4:14
Music: Bomber - Lyrics: Bomber and Barry

Jehova's witness, Ed McMahon.
All the same money grubbing hands.
Deep in my sleep under my skin,
Should I wake up to let you in?
It's the fault of us all!
Infiltration of people's lives,
I've no need for more things to buy.
Piece of Shit List computer line,
Worthless junk mail that's piled high.
It's the fault of us all!
Infiltration of people's lives,
I've no need for more things to buy.
Piece of Shit List computer line,
Worthless junk mail that's piled high!
Policeman's ball gets nothing at all!
Salesmen's rap on my door.
Surveys by phone, commercials on hold!
One more donation could buy your salvation.
Piece of Shit List computer line,
Worthless junk mail that's piled high.
Ringing doorbells, burnt offerings
Cleanse the leper, buttwipeth thee!

Balls - 3:35
Music: Bomber - Lyrics: Bomber

Sitting' at a table Thanksgiving day when you were three,
Your father hit you in the mouth and you started to bleed.
You were punished 'cause you weren't really hungry!
Ten years old and you're making everyone ashame,
'Cause you'd rather play guitar than be the star in the game.
I don't want to be a nobody.
I put my head in the sand 'cause I don't want to face it,
Lonely know without you.
You still don't understand why it's myself I been hurting,
For you, I never measured up to you
Oh Lord, set me free!
It ain't over now.
Hurtin' myself 'cause you ain't here to do it.
Still ain't over now.
Hurt me so badly inside.
It ain't over now.
Hurtin' myself 'cause you ain't here to do it.
Still ain't over now.
Hurt me so badly inside.
Oh Lord, set me free!
Stare in the mirror, take a long hard look at myself
The reflection paints a picture of somebody else.
Should I really feel ashamed just to see it?
Judgement was something you had taught me to believe.
You tried to make me be somebody that I couldn't be.
Should I really feel ashamed just to be it?
I put my head in the sand 'cause I don't want to face it.
Lonely now without you.
You still don't understand it's myself I been hating.
You, I never measured up to...
You! Go Away! Away.

Scab On My Brain - 3:05
Music: Bomber - Lyrics: Bomber

I give to you what's on my mind.
Though everything seems all right.
Nightmares of doomsday,
Now I've got these headaches,
The itch that's on my brain just gets more insane each day.
Pressures problems.
Can't do much to stop it now,
So I just get plastered.
Gotta get good and high for the next world disaster!
Drop it now! It's simply much faster!
It's a Scab on My Brain and it won't go away!
Yesterday I woke up, and once again my pillow was stained...
Scab on My Brain!
Itch it now.