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Thrift Store Brats

by Thrift Store Brats

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1.
Noise Police 02:43
No We Won't Keep It Down We Won't Be Quiet No! Noise police are coming please keep it down they’re gonna kick your asses outta this town they’re gonna call the cops (it's our weekend too ) so throw the door open and yell fuck you "Hope you understand our point of view, it's way too loud, you're ruining our barbeque. We'll take it to the city if you don't keep it down. We are the noise police, we earned our silly frowns. every Saturday you practice- for hours and hours it's very intrusive, we’ll cut the power. Matlock is on and its up full blast we do not enjoy it so turn it down fast!" we saw you in your yard while you were mowing your lawn and invited you over to sing our song you showed up early with burgers and beer and joined in the fun gave us a cheer i said yes we will turn it up we'll all have fun now
2.
When the wig fell off it was over. Green and blue hair flew past my shoulder. Punk rock died that day. Rebellion turned away. It looked so real: it got me hook, line and sinker. Punk rock died that day. I just stood there, staring blankly at the fakeness of it all. Summer fading into fall. The stupid, happy innocence that we shared was gone forever As she picked up the wig off the beer and spit splattered floor, no one seemed to care. The corporate sponsorship that had begun to slip gained the momentum it had lacked. We walked away with nothing to say. Cold and frozen in our apathy.
3.
self righteous egotists don’t impress me i’d rather have my own opinion than to buy into somebody else’s trying to shove their truth down my throat so i will speak on their behalf it only makes me laugh i’m not a hero i’m not your messiah i'm just trying to tell you the truth i've come to believe question authority those with the power that try to tell you what you can and cannot do fuck you!! i will stand up for what i believe in and i will fight them to the end and i will never pretend
4.
hush now my son and don't make a peep this may be the last time we speak the bombs are dropping over our heads we may all wind up dead don't you worry as the lights go out i'll hold you close as it all falls down just remember this life as a dream try to black out all of the screams mommy's making cookies for us all watching as all the pretty butterflies fall the end is coming, never you fear the other side shimmers so clear hush now my boy and go to sleep this life is over, you don't have to weep watch the lights flash, before our eyes stifling all life as it dies
5.
suzys got a shotgun she's not the type of girl who runs away from anyone she brought it to a knife fight someone's gonna lose their life tonight that'll teach that bitch to gossip she don't know the shit she started suzy's gonna make her wish that she hadn't talked that shit in gym class someone's gonna lose their life tonight that girl don't even know her and her boyfriend's a loser shes gonna get a serenade from suzy's fucking twelve gauge someone's gonna lose their life tonight don't tell her how to feel don't tell her when to smile she's gonna kick your ass if you try that around the block for another mile someone's gonna lose their life tonight suzy's got a shotgun
6.
Murder Song 02:51
i've been watching you for awhile now i know where you live i drive by your house see you at the grocery store shopping for the food you eat i know i can give you more and make your life complete rip your toenails off your feet you're my sweetest treat put your blood in little jars, keep one of them in my car stock my freezer with your hair i think its only fair that i take you down, down into my lair i'll take your picture rub it on my body upload to instagram like everybody that's what i'm gonna do after i murder you don't mind the other ones, they're not as cute as you i've sewn their mouths shut, so they can't lie (it's true) wait til you see what i've got in here you'll never want to leave, not that i'd let you dear sit down in my mommy's chair let me brush your pretty hair take out my razor, so i can shave you there i think you're ready now let me show you how
7.
Ice Cream 02:16
the ice cream truck is coming round ask your mom for money and lets go down to the corner to get a cone ah brainfreeze! getting in my dome put it in your face while it’s dripping on your cat dad’s asking you for change but you’re a real brat it’s dripping on your shoes attracting all the ants you made your own fudgesicle gotta change your pants no matter what you get you can't go wrong forget all your worries when you hear that sacred song in the ice cream kingdom there can be only one control of all the ice cream is control of all the fun
8.
Blame L.A. 02:24
got lost somewhere along the way i lost it all now i got no place to stay she took her love and ran away i blame it all on l.a. i woke up drunk again today and i don't have no one else to blame the story is always the same, welcome to sunny warm l.a. i blame it all on l.a. i blame it all on l.a. i blame it all on l.a. this moral decay i blame it all on l.a. for everyone who will break through there are thousands that die or get depressed od and choke on the excess i blame it all on l.a. pretentious narcissists pervade their selfish angles on their way to their botox injection-ing guess i should pack it up or stay i could just learn to be okay with this material parade i blame it all on l.a. it’s not this city’s fault that satan calls it home that millions come here seeking fame and fortune to die alone when the earthquake reclaims it for hell i'll be laughing to myself i blame it all on la
9.
I don't want to be an old west cowboy I don't want to wear the hat I don't want to be a renaissance master I don't want to sculpt aristocrats I don't want to be an astronomer I hate looking at the stars I don't want to be a line haul driver i don't want to go that far I wanna be a scumbag I wanna be a fucking scumbag everyday and every night I wanna be the biggest baddest scumbag eat your dog and pick a fight (that's right) I don't want to be a cold heart breaker I reject the thought of love I don't want to be a new age guru I don't want none of the above I don't want to be a rockstar, baby I don't want to do that, no, no I don't want to make ten million dollars Cause I'm a thrift store brat
10.
Lock my room Let it out I want to forget Shut it down Take a breath Make it stop Start again If i can This hole won't go away We talked but it’s not the same It hurts to say it But I think it's time I got my heart back say goodbye walk away shut you out nothing to say you gave up let me go i moved out drove back home i think it's time you gave my heart back i think it's time you gave my heart back i think it's time i got my heart back
11.
goodbye space captain so long space pirate farewell to the rebellion blasted your way Into our hearts as you flew through the asteroid field and saved us all so cavalier and unfiltered as you ran for your ship farewell space captain died as you live we lost you but will always remember your heroic tales and adventures of faraway planets and alien lifeforms you taught us to be brave and face our fears head on you floated into space as our innocence left us you're gone but not forgotten your spirit lives on farewell space captain your ship will not return

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The Brats are here with their first full length album! Download it and enjoy the snark.

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released June 7, 2019

The Thrift Store Brats are:
Tim Hatch - Vocals & Bass
Zach Olivares - Guitars & keys
Willow Olivares - Drums, Drum Programming



Tracks 2, 3 - Recording Engineers: Max Randall, Josh Sturm
Tracks 4, 7, 8, 9 - Recording Engineer: Rick Sloot
Additional Brushes on Track 11 - Herbert Boland via freesound.org
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Album Mixed by Daniela Alvear

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