Boozehound

by Red and the Dumbasses

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released 13 December 2011

Recorded at Blind Pig Home Studio in August 2011
Mixed and mastered by Peti Kulcsár

All songs written by Peti Kulcsár
All lyrics written by Zsolt Lédeczi

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Track Name: Kansas City Massacre
The slinking is over, let's pick up the fight
They thought they're the law, we'll prove they're not right
Nobody suspects what's coming their way
Dozens of them will be shot dead today

Authorities cannot measure up
To the power of organized crime
Incapable to secure the streets,
Their promises are empty lies
The government is led by fools,
This is the land of the free
There's no cop to withhold me,
To be what I want to be

Kansas City Massacre
United against the Western World
Track Name: C2H5OH
Collective treasure, the fuel of the nation
It helps through all of my days, on and on
Fine drinks and a great association
Removal of stress, oblivion

Abstinent lifestyle sucks
You know what we came here for
There's no stop till detox
Delirium forevermore

The pub door springs open, the city is ours now
Determined people through and through
C2H5OH in causeless quantum
Spreads out the range of brainy moves

Abstinent lifestyle sucks
You know what we came here for
There's no stop till detox
Delirium forevermore!

Heads deucedly aching, or marks of a beating
Collateral damage, nothing more
Follow your instincts and account for nothing
Who cares for things one can't even recall?
Track Name: Booze, Broads & Criminals
Another flagrant government act
Freedom is outraged and that's a fact
From our stores liquors are banned
The days of booze come to an end

They just took it, they never gave,
The country's now for us to save
To smuggle whiskey, beer and wine
In great deals through the borderline

Booze, broads & criminals
A runner's life is grand
Booze, broads & criminals
The future's in our hands

There is no law to respect
When the wallet is well-packed
Loaded ships false-bottomed trains
Aggravations are in vain

Booze, broads & criminals
A runner's life is grand
Booze, broads & criminals
The future's in our hands
Booze, broads & criminals
A runner's life for me
Booze, broads & criminals
We set the people free

The cops are helpless they can do none
With the ships and the machine guns
For what I do I feel no remorse
I just bring life back to it's course
Track Name: Prohibition
13 years in noble business
Giving the people what they have right for
Some top dog's idiocy can never hold us back
Whenever we want we will get boiled

16th of January, 1920
End of an era, beginning of a new lifestyle
Organized crime became a redemption
We'll line our pockets on others' squalor

13 years in noble service
Giving the people what they have right for
Some top dog's idiocy can never hold us back
Whenever we want we will get boiled
Track Name: No Offense, But Drop Fuckin' Dead
You think you're so fucking smart
Wait till you see what comes for you
My fist tears your face apart
You've chosen the wrong guys to screw

No offense, but drop fucking dead
Stand in my way and I'll smack your head

Enough is fucking enough
Once again you crossed the line
Who the fuck do you think you are?
I'll make sure it's your very last time

No offense, but drop fucking dead
Stand in my way and I'll smack your head

Will you shut your mouth now?
You invidious fuck
Red and the Dumbasses
are here to beat you up!
Track Name: Politician Ass-Blast
Born to be a parasite
You feed on the blood of society
Educated in totally nothing
Regarding yourself a superior being

Daddy's money or connections
Put you in a high position
You don't care about the mass you lead
Vile and rotten supremacy

Born without a spine in your back
A master, in lies and deceit
You sold your soul, as you chose
To follow a political career

You stomp those who stand in your way
In order to push your will through
Integrity, honor and morals
These words mean nothing to you


You've got to be a low-life piece of shit
To get involved in politics