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Boozehound

by Red and the Dumbasses

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Michael F. Hungarian mobster crust; a genre that is sadly under-represented in the musical pantheon. RED AND THE DUMBASSES are simply put, shit hot. Tight, short, driving blasts of mid to high speed melodic hardcore with a dash of grind-y growls and a flask-full of crust. This is one badass sound. You boys do the genre proud! Favorite track: Kansas City Massacre.
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1.
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
2.
C2H5OH 02:40
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?
3.
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
4.
Prohibition 02:17
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
5.
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!
6.
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

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released December 13, 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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