Bullet For The Wicked

by Dead Pollys

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1.
The long hard winter broke your will but the move was something of a thrill So you left for pastures new it was the only thing to do and you had dreams to fulfil So you moved to another land You learned the language but found it hard to understand But you longed for home you felt angry and alone and the only friend you had was close at hand Straight no chaser, bottoms up you have already given up Straight no chaser, that’s the deal In a drunken haze nothing is real You lost your job, you lost your friends You lost your flat ‘cause you didn’t pay the rent The further that you fell, it’s so easy to tell the closer you came to the end Straight no chaser, bottoms up you have already given up Straight no chaser, that’s the deal In a drunken haze nothing is real And without any hesitation you found your own self-medication One bottle a day, of Scottlands finest that really helped you through the day Straight no chaser, bottoms up you have already given up Straight no chaser, that’s the deal In a drunken haze nothing is real
2.
YOU TALK IN THE PRESS BOUT THE THINGS YOU’VE ACHIEVED FEED US WITH NUMBERS THAT WE CAN BELIEVE BUT HISTORY SHOWS AGAIN AND AGAIN THE TRUTH CAN BE BENT TO FIT YOUR OWN ENDS YOU BOAST ON THE NEWS OF THE GOOD THAT YOU’VE DONE YOU FOUGHT FOR OUR RIGHTS WHEN OTHERS DID RUN BUT CHECK OUT THE PAST YOU WEREN’T EVEN THERE SO ALL YOUR GOOD DEEDS ARE BUT HOT THIN AIR TAKE A LOOK IN MY EYES, STOP FEEDING US WHITE LIES GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT BEFORE YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH GET YOUR STORY STRAIGHT BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT BEFORE YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH ‘COS THE TRUTH WILL ALWAYS COME OUT WHEN IN A TIGHT SPOT, YOU SWEAR YOURSELF FREE YOU BLAME IT ON OTHERS, IT’S THEM IT’S NOT ME AS THE TURNCOAT YOU ARE, YOU SOON CHANGES SIDES LET OTHERS GET BUSTED WHILE YOU HIDE TAKE A LOOK IN MY EYES, STOP FEEDING US WHITE LIES GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT BEFORE YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH GET YOUR STORY STRAIGHT BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT BEFORE YOU OPEN YOU WANT US TO BELIEVE THAT YOU’RE BETTER THAN YOU ARE BUT EVERYTHING YOU SAY POINTS THE OTHER WAY GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT BEFORE YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH GET YOUR STORY STRAIGHT BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT BEFORE YOU OPEN
3.
There’s a man waiting for words on how to make it through the day, and a woman in anxiety asking for the way There´s a number and a count of the unemployed, you see and these figures doesn’t add we need something to do to be free You’re waiting for tomorrow You’re waiting for the day to come You’re waiting for sorrow Waiting, all deaf and dumb Waiting, all deaf and dumb Waiting, waiting all deaf and dumb With a number in your hand, waiting for your turn There’s a plan for action; Ha! You will never learn As election day will come activity is forced on you so that when the numbers count they’re better, but never true You’re waiting for tomorrow…
4.
It’s a fight to get up there, to wake up in the morning It’s a battle just to go ahead It’s a warzone in the underground, if you don’t see it I believe you are already dead And every time when I think about it Yeah, every time it cross my mind I want to end it all right here because you see I’m not blind, blind You need to be, man Another he-man Another ninja of society It is with warfare that you fight for positions To get that opportunity, what then? Kill your only friend and slaughter your family and blame it all on them, they are not men And every time when I look at you I feel a sadness in my soul You will never be happy you see You’re in a hole, hole You need to be man… And everytime a whistle is blown and everytime they get get to you I feel that somewhere deep in us all We want the truth, the truth You need to be man…
5.
I’ve been growing up since I was young Every road I chose has been so wrong Every woman bad for me, I guess Never been to good, always been less Every morning’s a joke on me, I’m sure I (really) don’t know what I am waking up for And every night I long for it to end I don’t have the power to pretend Here comes the nightmare again Here comes the nightmare Every step I take, I take in vain Every handshake is so full of pain Every friend I loose they hate me so I wish I never heard them ask me to go Every kiss is poison in my head Every word of love is full of lead and if I tell you it won’t do You always think it’s about you Here comes the nightmare… Chasing chasing I am sorry Racing hope and glory Gazing the horizon Only facing me, I’m gone
6.
GO TO SCHOOL AND STUDY HARD WAS THE ADVICE THEY GAVE ME YOU HAVE TO PUT SOME EFFORT IN AND YOU WILL END UP WITH A DEGREE YOU WORK IN A DULL PLACE FOR ALL OF YOUR LIFE JUST TO MAKE A LIVING I’D RATHER FOLLOW MY HEART AND MY DREAMS I WILL NEVER GIVE IN NOT FOR ALL THE GOLD IN THE LAND LEARN A TRADE, FIND A GOOD JOB AND YOU WILL HAVE A FUTURE YOU GET A PENSION WHEN YOU RETIRE YOU GOT IT MADE, YOUR LIFE IS SECURE YOU WORK IN A DULL PLACE FOR ALL OF YOUR LIFE JUST TO MAKE A LIVING I’D RATHER FOLLOW MY HEART AND MY DREAMS I WILL NEVER GIVE IN NOT FOR ALL THE GOLD IN THE LAND TOO MANY OPINIONS TO MAKE UP YOUR MIND TOO MANY BROKEN PROMISES THAT’LL ROB YOUR SENSES, AND MAKE YOU BLIND YOU WORK IN A DULL PLACE FOR ALL OF YOUR LIFE JUST TO MAKE A LIVING I’D RATHER FOLLOW MY HEART AND MY DREAMS I WILL NEVER GIVE IN NOT FOR ALL THE GOLD IN THE LAND
7.
Some people walk that extra mile Just to get ahead They don’t stop for nothing, not even for the dead Some talk until the walls cave in just to get across They don’t care if they’re wrong or if the meaning is lost The less you know, the higher the walls of hatred grows Let’s knock ‘em down Knock‘em down Let’s knock ‘em down Knock‘em down Some believe in the power of strength as long as they got a gun There’s no doubt they’ll shoot to kill if their opinions are over-run Some people know the power of god as long as you believe their way Heredicts and infidels are sure to be an easy pray The less you know, the higher the walls of hatred grows Let’s knock ‘em down Knock‘em down Let’s knock ‘em down Knock‘em down
8.
THE COMMUTER TRAIN IS FULL OF PEOPLE ON THEIR WAY TO THEIR DAILY TASK A TEDIOUS JOB IS WHAT THEY’RE IN FOR REAL FACES HIDDEN BEHIND A MASQUE JUST LIKE ZOMBIES IN THEIR HUNDREDS THEY JUST STARE WITH EMPTY EYES IF SOMEONE SHOULD LAUGH OUT LOUD EVERYONE TAKEN A BACK WITH SURPRISE YOU CALL IT FREEDOM, I SAY SLAVERY THE PAY MIGHT BE GOOD, YOUR SOUL’S IN MISERY WHEN IT AFFECTS ALL OF YOUR WAKING HOURS YOU ARE TIED UP, BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO POWER THE REPORT THAT IS URGENT IS STILL WAITING ON YOUR DESK THE PILE KEEPS ON GETTING HIGHER BUT YOU’RE IN NEED OF A REST THE BOSS IS RAGING, HE’S ON HIS WAY YOU CAN HEAR HIS ANGRY VOICE YOU JUST WANT TO DISAPPEAR BUT YOU DON’T HAVE MUCH OF A CHOICE YOU CALL IT FREEDOM, I SAY SLAVERY THE PAY MIGHT BE GOOD, YOUR SOUL’S IN MISERY WHEN IT AFFECTS ALL OF YOUR WAKING HOURS YOU ARE TIED UP, BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO POWER IS THIS WHAT YOU’VE BARGAINED FOR YOU CALL IT FREEDOM, I SAY SLAVERY THE PAY MIGHT BE GOOD, YOUR SOUL’S IN MISERY WHEN IT AFFECTS ALL OF YOUR WAKING HOURS YOU ARE TIED UP, BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO POWER
9.
How can it ever matter, your color or your roots don’t your hear the echo of all those marching boots The hate will never end there, it will bite us all, you’ll see In a land of hostility, none of us will ever be free Marching marching boots I know that people are afraid and hungry now and the pain and anxiety makes the hate grow as the people are digging, hiding in a moat in an everlasting search for a scapegoat Marching marching boots The suburban fire is a natural disaster It will burn even higher, harder and faster When poverty and pain is met with ignorance People will do things that makes no, that makes no sense Marching marching boots And now Europe is on fire hear the crier, hear the crier The end of the world is presumed Shouting out that we are doomed

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9 track punkrock album. Guest artist Jonathan Segel from Camper Van Beethoven on violin.

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released January 15, 2015

Produced and recorded by Dead Pollys. Mixed by Erik Ullvin. Photo by Pernilla Larding.

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Dead Pollys Stockholm, Sweden

Dead Pollys from Stockholm, Sweden is a four-piece classic energetic punkrock act. In their collective past they have made more than 200 performances all over Europe and USA.


They strive to deliver honest, straight forward punkrock with influences from everything they love.'


Mail band@deadpollys.com for booking and information.


Nizze: Vocals
Juba: Bass
Mats: Guitar
Martin: Drums
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