7" w/ The Baby On It

by DIRTY WORK

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03:27
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02:32

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released June 27, 2013

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DIRTY WORK Kansas City, Missouri

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Jan, 5, 2012 - Oct, 25, 2014
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Track Name: Side D
WALKING ANXIETY
I'm punching walls and breaking glass.
Again the flesh rips off me.
Now I'm caught in a rut
Born to lose and destine for failure

I'm wading through a mess inside my mind
First I turn red and then I go blind
Everyone is looking and I'm looking right back
I bet they didn't see my pupils crack
Never on track
Obsessed with the things I lack

Everything I own is fucking broken

GET BY
Is there anyway to return this? I'm not to happy with my purchase
Get By, It's time to grow up.
Well, with all this pressure behind my eyes It's hard to go to sleep
But after waiting there too long I get tired of counting sheep.
What did I do to deserve this? I always feel worthless.

GUN IN MY MOUTH
I never have fun anymore; I might as well put a gun in my mouth.
It’s getting impossible to ignore. I think I want to be dead
My head lies on the ground next to the mess I made in my room
My head still hurts and I still think about how I fucked up
I make minimum wage, now I have to go clock in.
An animal trapped in a cage. I just can’t fucking win.
I never have fun anymore. I might as well put a gun in my mouth
I get sick and fall on the floor. I don’t want to get up
The colors in my life have all gone dull. I’m not excited as I used to be
I can make red come out of my skull maybe then I’ll be good
I don’t get paid enough to drag my ass through hell
I don’t get afraid enough to listen to you yell
I never have fun anymore
It’s getting impossible to ignore
I never have fun anymore
I might as well put a gun in my mouth
Track Name: Side H
SHIT-EATING GRIN
Show up and pretend like you can relate
That personality crushing you with all of it's weight
I'm not impressed by you
I'm not impressed and I'm not sorry
I've heard enough from you
I've heard enough and I'm not sorry
We can smell the stench every time you're around
I'd rub that shit-eating grin in the ground
Weird tension. You vicious bitch.

BLOODY CONCRETE
The feeling of my body hitting the street
The familiar sight of bloody concrete.
Sadistic feelings of pleasure and joy
Been present in my life sense I was a boy
I feel glass go under my skin
On my face appears a grin
I want to get hurt
I live for this

DIRTY AIR
Spend all your time to prepare yourself
When you could be doing something else
Worry so much about what your future holds
You do everything you've been told
Waste. It's not worth it.
Cemetery on the side of the street
The dirty air it smells so sweet
Trash surrounds your grave each day
You just pissed your life away
Waste.