From Happy Bastards - Box Of Hard Knocks LP
Profane Existence 2006
( All lyrics by Christy Chatfield except * By Saxon Wood And C. Chatfield)

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Don't Respect You

There's always an ending to a beginning
I don't know what you want but you want something from me
I won't bend to your demands
Kiss my ass if you think I'll give in.

Try me!

I don't believe in your ideology
You're a bumbling idiot in your tutored hypocrisy
I won't bend to your demands
Kiss my ass if you think I'll give in.

I don't have to explain myself to you
You can't control those who don't respect you.

Try me!

There's always an ending to a beginning
I don't know what you want but you want something from me
I won't bend to your demands
Kiss my ass if you think I'll give in.

I don't have to explain myself to you
You can't control those who don't respect you!

*Nike Town

The streets are full of cops
They'll stop you for nothing
I just think they're having fun
That's why,

I hate living in Nike Town
I just want to burn it down
Anarchists here are such a joke
All they do is talk and talk
but when the shit goes down
they're nowhere to be found.

I hate living in Nike Town
I just want to burn it down
Punks here won't go to shows
Why they don't, I don't know
Got the gear and got the attitude
but they won't listen to the tunes.

Nike Town, burn it down.

What do you want from me?
What do you want from you?
In your land of delusions
Did you prepare to lose?
Do you know who you are?
Are you faking this facade?
Are you faking this facade?
If you only believe in yourself,
does that make you a god?

What do you want from me?
What do you want from you?
You're living in your land of delusions
I hate living in Nike Town
I just want to burn it down
I hate living in Nike Town
I just want to burn it to the ground.

Buzzard

Quietly going crazy
My appearance seems relaxed
Bored out of my f'in mind
But I'll never admit to that

Racking my brain
For things to waste my time
Chewing off my nails
I've got to get a life
In a place like this
You'll always know
When buzzards fly above you
It's time to...

Why must I complain?
The cover looks complete
With no author, no story
It's just myself I cheat.

Racking my brain
For things to waste my time
Chewing off my nails
I've got to get a life
In a place like this
You'll always know
When buzzards fly above you
It's time to go!

An expressionless face
Two clenched fists
The room's done spinning now
Eyes look the other way
Tension grinds at teeth
It's okay to feel sane now.

I wish I could easily be entertained in a blissful ignorance
Like the security of cocoon, absent of suffocating doom.

We're all just rotting here.

Neither Here Nor There

I still drink from that glass
We stole from the bar
Never gave it much thought
The days you were here

Little things, a laugh, a cry
Many tempted fate
Everything was shit
So we made the days count

I’ll never be able to tell you
I miss the sparkle in your eyes
We all had it bad in different ways
I’m left alone to know it can change

You said it was a feeling
Of needing so badly
You let it consume you
Manipulate you, feed you

I know the needing was a wanting in disguise
And wanting uses passion and fiction to build a fool

So I carry the burden
You didn’t ask me for help
I was there for you
But you turned it all inside

Can’t help but feel none of us were good enough for you
I would’ve given my life, but you let it take your own

You thought your mask was secure
Neither here nor there
Someone destroyed your core
Neither here nor there
You put your purity up for sale
Neither here nor there
Now I’m left with you
Neither here nor there.

Redecorating By Moonlight

The sun is black as can be
The city's dry as a sponge
Ugly as an hourly hotel room
Some redecorating needs to be done

Michelangelo would've been so impressed
This wall of color looks better I do confess
You can build your sterile obstructions
We'll just paint them at our discretion
Masterpieces are created in many ways
We've got cans of spray to last for days
Cover it up, try to make it clean
But you'll never erase rebel-night artistry

Full moon shines so bright now
redecorating needs done

Ready?

Shotgun Funeral

This knot I tied in my hoodie string
I tied and thought of you
As this pin I pushed through my skin
I pushed and thought of you
I am distraught over you
I pushed and fought for you
What you love can sometimes kill you
Now I'm the enemy
He said you would turn on me
I had to get you before you got me
I did it wrong
I did you wrong

Spitting and turning and kicking
Cursing and teething and crying, Catalina
You feel no pain
So I had to do it my way

I wear it on my sleeve
As you run it through my mind
You seek revenge
Well, that's in all due time

So the fire we had
Was wild and consuming
And so the embers wane
Fierce retribution

If certain things could be relied upon
We all might be chosen ones
But now I've learned
What you love will kill you
And now I know, I will always love you

I can feel you Shotgun Funeral
You didn't see me steal the baby
I can smell you Shotgun Funeral
A matter of time, a matter of time.

What you love will kill you.

Denominated Reactor

I don't know what you see but if it's me you'll a map of herstory and in the back of filed mental
crap you'll discover a lover in an umbilical trap. But the killjoy, there's a kill joy, there's a kill joy,
there's a pill toy with a skill and a will and you know that she'll be back around to reclaim ground in
an underground of clowns and ripped gowns. She set this town on fire, town on fire, town on fire,
too close to the wire, or its desire, set in the middle of a mere factory choir.

You made your mark
And I washed it away
You took what wasn't yours
And now I'll take...

It's somewhere down inside and unto you I do confide in this immortal suicide of spies and lies
and cherry pies. But to my demise you're set aside in a protective bubble of cyanide. If I could
learn the skill and discern the ways of the snake charmer, he could not harm her, snake charmer,
wearing scale armor. Why is this happening to me? Did someone infiltrate my destiny? And
they don't weep for common tragedies, no!

You made your mark
And I washed it away
You took what wasn't yours
And now I'll take your head.

I'm My Only Twin

They say I'm a chimera
When I'm walking around town
Been hanging with the Pisces cause they know I'm down.
I'm my only twin, yeah.
Seems like yesterday I was underground in utero
Cells were splitting off
Thought my sister had to go.
She said, "Hey no babe, there is another way."
Now she runs through my blood until my dying day.
Till my dying day, spinal gibbosity.
We become one before we divide it into three.
I'm my only twin, yeah.
Seems like yesterday I was underground in utero
Cells were splitting off
Thought my sister had to go.
She said, "Hey no babe, there is another way."
Now she runs through my blood until my dying day.
Till my dying day, spinal gibbosity.
We became one before we divided into three.
She and I are only one, but I get to have all the fun.

Selective Sight

No teacher!
You will define me
I won't conform to you
I won't raise my hand to pee

No preacher!
Disobedient kids aren't going to hell
You're not an authority on life
I don't have to pray to your god.

Hey, I'm talking to you
Hey, your lies I see through
Hey, I'll be the one to choose
I'm not having your selective sight, no.
Hey, I'm talking to you
Hey, this society's miscued
Hey, I'll be the one to choose
I'm not having your selective sight, no.

No politician!
You can't save the human race
You don't put people first
You can't make it better, only worse

No physician!
You don't hold the only cure
Your drugs are so pure
I'm not buying your placebo shit.

Hey, I'm talking to you
Hey, you're lies I see through
Hey, I'll be the one to choose
I'm not having your selective sight, no.
Hey, I'm talking to you
Hey, this society's miscued
Hey, I'll be the one to choose
I'm not having your selective sight, no.

Nicodemus

Jonathan's been killed
Dragon's to blame
Timothy's too ill
Got to move this house, gotta move this house,
Gotta move this house today.

I am but one woman and I can move this house on my own
I am but one woman and I gotta do this all on my own
Farmer Fitzgibbon gonna use his plow
Farmer Fitzgibbon gonna take us out
Farmer Fitzgibbon doesn't care we're here
Farmer Fitzgibbon and his plow of fear.

Nicodemus, save us.

National Institute of Mental Health
It's a secret.

Femme Fatale

.....She's got a knife.....
Don't mess with this punk femme fatale
She'll cut your life and cut you out inside your world
It's not what it's supposed to be.

Nana, nanah....

Don't mess with this punk femme fatale.

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[Below]

From The Happy Bastards/Human Certainty Split LP
N.F.N. Records 2004
( All lyrics by Christy Chatfield)

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The Great White Plague

You think they deal in trust
but there's no sincerety
with affluent lust

Ring around the rosies
pocket full of posies
ashes, ashes we all fall down
we will all fall down 4x

The white man stole the land
the white man steals the land
white plague, blood on hands
white plague strikes again

It started with Columbus
he shouldn't have a day
how can we call it our own
when we build on top of graves

It's a mess never cleaned up
we stole this land and used it up
broken promises, blood smeared treaties
how can we ever repair such a fucked up history

Dynamite's A Girl's Best Friend

Dynamite's a girl's best friend
Ain't got no time to fool around, ain't got no time to be lost and found
You give me what I want cause what I want is what I need

Dynamite's a girl's bestfriend
You want to hit all the bases & score a big home run
I just wanna blow up your world cause I'm a smoking gun

Dynamite's a girl's best friend
You want T&A but I want TNT
You're just not dangerous enough for me.

Dance With The Banshee

oohs and aahhs

Something New

If my next breath is my dying breath, well I hope it's the breath of something new
cause this makes me sick, the clones of cookie-cutter shit
recycled dreams and half the wit

A time of photocopied genius
Shadow of decades becomes the new sun
Nothing original, pop-culture cannibals

Give me something new. Creativity is dead.

So you got two right hands in this generation of regeneration
Non-conformity's the new conformity
We're a castrated, beheaded society

Creativity is dead. Give me something new.

Run With The Sheep

Assumenoidentitybewhattheywantyoutobeenjoythemonotonyinaraceforapathy 4x

With the sheep run, with the sheep run, with the sheep

Do your part for the human race, do your part to erase, do your part and have a career, do your part to disappear,
do your part to buy & buy, do your part to quickly die, do your part to watch the news, do your part & tighten
that noose, do your part & turn a blind eye, do your part don't question why,do your part & take that pill, do your
part & have no will, do your part be all you can be, do you part die for your army, do your part to shit where you
sleep, do your part to run with sheep.

With the sheep run, with the sheep run, with the sheep

Don't worry your pretty little head, just believe in what they said
Cause you're afraid to be alone, to think for yourself and let the truth be known.

Do your part for the human race, do your part to erase....

With the sheep run, with the sheep run, with the sheep run.

My Catalina

She said, "I just wanna good time
I really miss all the good times
everthing's turned from sugar to ashes you see
since that punk rock conquistador took my heart from me."

She drowned her misery, my Catalina
It's not what's it's cracked up to be, my Catalina
She thought she'd get much more, my Catalina
Grabbed a gun and ran out the door, my Catalina
She cried,

"The farther I run, the closer I get to me" 2x
"The closer I get to me" 3x
"The closer I get to me, the farther I run!"

Right Fighters

Hey! you know you're not always right. In fact, you're ususually wrong.
um, ah, yah, ah, no you're wrong
You think you're the smartest person on the earth
you shit in your hands and eat your words
you'll right fight until you die
I just want to punch you in your right eye

Right fighters, right fighters...

No one could ever be more right than your Rightness,
a rightness transcended upon the very right being of your right soul.
And oh, woe is me for ever doubting your Rightness. You must
forgive me for I have wronged against your Rightness. But you
know your Rightness, your Rightness I really must tell you, you can take your
rightness and stick it up your rightfighting ass!

um, ah, yah, ah, no you're wrong

Sugar To Ashes

vericose veins and dirty babes, crack pipes and garage sales
poisoned puddles and toxic winds, execution-style murders

it tastes sweet on your tongue and kills you within
a place we called home

broken concrete and shattered glass
a faulty shotgun still could pass
and the shrooms, they've all been trashed
the south's no place for a cracker ass

sugar to ashes we left behind
a city that burns more than just time
and the clouds hover over flames
it's not bad if you're insane

sugar to ashes, sugar to ashes

Tornados & Guns

Tornados & guns are coming to get me. Board up the windows.
This could be so much fun.

Tornados & guns keep me on the run, going through a maze,
in a tunnel of love.

You want the power. I gave you control. A pissed on flower.
A trampled on soul.

Mother Mary...so contrary.
never what you said you'd be, always dressed in sympathy
psuedo security, time's run out

Tornados & guns are coming to get me. Board up the windows.
This could be so much fun.

You got the power, a tarnished soul. These words come from
the heart. Your heart craves control.

They're coming to me. I've run too free.
Grey clouds are rolling in my world to cover me.