Shakedown EP

by The New Enemy

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released September 1, 2009

Produced by Simon Head and The New Enemy
Mastered by Nick Zampiello @ New Alliance East
Artwork by Dominique Sinibaldi

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Track Name: Tim Horton Hears A Who
Desperate measures for hopeless times
Society’s soldiers committing crimes
“Do as I say, not as I do”
Still in power when it’s all through

Fill up their plate, you go without
Sit back and laugh, coke up their snout
Who the hell are you gonna trust
Shiny facade is starting to rust

Cry you’re human, “we make mistakes”
Idols built from lying fakes
Mob shakedowns and stolen guns
Justice served when your blood runs

Fill up their plate, you go without
Sit back and laugh, coke up their snout
Who the hell are you gonna trust
Shiny facade starting to rust
Track Name: Crawdaddy!
Frantic, attending in shifts, pay their disrespects
Kin and sibling, attention in tow, an exhausted soul
Gone, but only on the inside
Victims of a meaningless existence

With 2 feet in, you've chosen sides
A catastrophe of its own design
Scattered pixilated thoughts dotting mental terrain
It's not honest

A captive, assembly sits, practice discipline
Comrade to coward, apprenticeship failed, shades of greatness pale
Drawn, to thoughts of something greater
Paranoid delusional behaviour

The captain’s orders were loud and clear
"You don't gotta go home, but get the hell outta here"
Patterned degenerative faults whose relevance has come and gone
Just be honest

Pretend to understand
You fucking hypocrite
I'd rather think for myself
Track Name: The Pony Collector
Billy boy counts back from ten
To see what he has left
The kids hadn't ate that day
It didn't seem like theft
But the man behind the counter
Had seen his kind before
So he fires for lord and saviour
When Billy runs for the door

And the wind, keeps blowing ever harder
And the trees, are rising from the earth
But the thought, that keeps me up at night
When the money's gone, I'll still know what I'm worth

Billy boy lies caked in blood
While shoppers stop to stare
His life won't end that day
But he'll spend it in a chair
Now the clerk gets put on sick leave
And Billy gets cut a check
Still money don’t hide the problem
He feels nothing below the neck

And the wind, keeps blowing ever harder
And the trees, are rising from the earth
But the thought, that keeps me up at night
When the money's gone, I'll still know what I'm worth

Now the kids don't treat dad quite the same
And his wives blue eyes have filled with pain
Sunny days, spent inside
Thinking he, wishing he would have died

And the wind, keeps blowing ever harder
And the trees, are rising from the earth
But the thought, that keeps me up at night
When the money's gone, I'll still know what I'm worth
Track Name: Level 2 Scapegoat
Staring at him float in the water
Wonder if he'll walk again
Did this for fun, was just a hobby
Was pretty proud of how far he’d come

My young friend is on the rise
Blind to the world eyes on the prize.
Can't get lost inside your mind, Mr. Bullyman

Displaced princess, from this house she run
Taking advantage of situations again
(As usual without warning!)

My young friend is on the rise
Blind to the world eyes on the prize
Can't get lost inside your mind, Mr. Bullyman

He paid his dues and feigned surprise
When finally his day arrived
Said yes enough to make them decide, on My Bullyman
Eyes closed, hands to the sky
Waiting for his turn to die
Remain calm, tell no lies, to Mr Bullyman
Track Name: Thin Skull Rule
Went to bat for the home team
Time to fall in line
Went to bat for the home team
Thoughts no longer mine

A system (don’t got nothing)
Antiquated (don’t got nothing)
Go forward (don’t got nothing)
Without progression

Went to bat for the home team
A secure design
Went to bat for the home team
Empires in decline

A system (don’t go nothing)
Antiquated (don’t got nothing)
Go forward (don’t got nothing)
Without progression

Troughs for the swine
Allegiance is the draw
Opinions may align
But the feelings just as raw

I don’t want your fucking life
I don’t want your lies
Track Name: Shelf Life
Harsh wind strikes hard as a shotgun
Wipes the surface clean
Great wave churns fast as a bad thought
Mass grave or vaccine

Save me, save me from myself
Take me, take me off the shelf

Self-importance fuelled by arrogance
Always know what’s best
Mother Nature’s petty annoyance
Soon been laid to rest

Save me, save me from myself
Take me, take me off the shelf

All systems break down
Entropy runs its course
Fear natures brutal force

Save me, save me from myself
Take me, take me off the shelf
Off the fucking shelf