True Crime

by Butter The Children

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02:21
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credits

released 29 August 2014

all songs written by butter the children

ray weiss - guitars, backup vox, keys
inna mkrtycheva - vox
jordyn blakely - drums
max kagan - bass

produced by jesse harris & ray weiss
engineered by pat dillett

special thanks to john denicola and j boxer

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Track Name: Spit It Out
thought i told you
thought i told you
to spit it out, you
spit it out, you
a strange disorder
takes you over
so spit it out, you
spit it out, you

get into the business
we’ll see about that
i know that you need this
i know what you’re after
get into the business
pursue your passion
i know that you need this
i know what you’re after

thought i told you
thought i told you
to spit it out, you
spit it out, you
thought i told you
hardly know you
but one more outburst
i get drunk without you

get into the business
pursue your passion
i know that you need this
i know what you’re after
get into the business
pursue your passion
i know that you need this
i know what you’re after
Track Name: Mission Hill
if i were to be honest
i’d disclose the persistent oddness
presiding over my subconscious
crying out for some indulgence

one on the way in a minute
every moment in time like a million
i've waited too long already
need something to get me heady

get so tired of always playing the fool
i said it’s high time i followed my own rules
lost her head for a diabolical thrill
i made up my mind, went to mission hill

to be honest
i take comfort in being admonished
provided i sleep safe and soundly
at the bottom of the river

one on the way in a minute
every moment in time like a million
i’ve waited too long already
need something to get me heady

get so tired of always playing the fool
i said it’s high time i followed my own rules
lost her head for a diabolical thrill
i made up my mind, went to mission hill

i never signed up for this
i’m not perfect but who is

to be honest
i take comfort in being admonished
provided i sleep safe and soundly
at the bottom of the river
Track Name: Dennis
i’ve been up all morning, still dry heaving
i packed up all my bags and said i’m leaving
met you at the station late one evening
when i packed up all my bags and said i’m leaving

made it to the rest stop, lazy sunday
called you from a pay phone on the freeway
met you at the station late one evening
when i packed up all my bags and said i’m leaving

i’ve been up all morning, writing letters
i whistled for a cab, now i feel better
dennis took some downers when he got depressed
he’d rather be alone than with someone else

never met you
now i can’t forget you
no, i never met you
now i can’t forget you
no, i don’t like you
but i think just like you
no, i don’t like you
but i think just like you
Track Name: Robyn Byrd
nowadays
everybody wants to talk
she’s sublime in ways
she’s the woman time forgot

in the snow on the tv
see something you can’t unsee
dead of night
a sick yellow light
in the glow of the tv
sordid remnants of feeling
in the dead of night
time flies like light

awake for days
trudging buckets full of slop
a familiar gaze
renders all your hidden thoughts

in the snow on the tv
see something you can’t unsee
dead of night
a sick yellow light
in the glow of the tv
sordid remnants of feeling
in the dead of night
time flies like light

in the glow of the tv
sordid remnants of feeling
in the dead of night
time flies like light
Track Name: Tot Mom
what a notion for the rejects
a sandbox full of broken glass
i don’t wanna give you nothing
cos i know i won’t get it back
consolation for neanderthals
careening down a wretched path
i don’t wanna give you nothing at all
cos i know i won’t get it

life inside a halfway house is nothing to write home about
i’m tired of living hand-to-mouth
the heat is reckless in the south

good things happen to bad people
they thrive on all the dirt and slack
and it’s wrong for the right reasons
and it’s giving you a heart attack
consolation for the lonely ones
careening down a wretched path
i don’t wanna give you nothing at all
cos i know you don’t get it

life inside a halfway house is nothing to write home about
i’m tired of living hand-to-mouth
the heat is reckless in the south
life inside a halfway house is nothing to write home about
i’m tired of living in the south
the heat is reckless hand-to-mouth

what a notion for the rejects
a sandbox full of broken glass
i don’t wanna give you nothing
cos i know i won’t get it back
consolation for neanderthals
careening down a wretched path
i don’t wanna give you nothing at all
cos i know i won’t get it back
Track Name: Loose
killing time underwater
no more sons, no more daughters
you’re immune, i’m still bitter
young at heart, lost forever

got a party to crash, gotta get some ass
can’t spend all my time at the overpass
i'm pretty stupid to think that anything lasts
can’t spend all my time at the overpass

barrel down an empty highway
i can’t see you on a clear day

not an alcoholic, just drink like one
hope you found your place out in the sun
and even though i know that the sentiment’s dumb
i can’t wait to tell you about all the fun

got a party to crash, gotta get some ass
can’t spend all my time at the overpass
i'm pretty stupid to think that anything lasts
can’t spend all my time at the overpass
Track Name: Sack Lunch
a soulless wino
in a nice sweater
i thought i knew things
i should have known better
a soul designer
smoke jacket
i thought i knew things
but now i’m back at it

the things you can’t say out loud
will gut you and bring you down
i found you, sought you out
and that i’ll make do with

a soulless wino
in a nice sweater
i thought i knew things
i should have known better
a soul designer
dictator
i thought i saw him
i guess i’ll see him later

the things you can’t say out loud
will gut you and bring you down
you cretin
do your worst
cos i’ll know i went first
Track Name: Fort Knox
a crime of passion
delayed reaction
fracture in a foreign land
such devotion to foggy notions
never will they understand
you’re not a lawyer
you’re just a liar
clinging to your native tongue
cos she’s the martyr
and you’re the villain
trying to explode the sun

your eyes are not yours
so instead you cling to stone
in a cold, dark cell unleash fury in droves

so manage all our expectations
put ‘em in an empty room
cos you’re the martyr
and you’re the villain
raving about doom and gloom
the paranoia is no good for you
everybody thinks you’re dumb
cos you’re direct and a descendant
probably could have killed someone

your eyes are not yours
so instead you cling to stone
in a cold, dark cell unleash fury in droves
your eyes are not your own
so you cling to stone
in a cold, dark cell unleash fury in droves

your eyes are not your own
so you cling to stone
in a cold, dark cell unleash fury in droves
Track Name: Earthbound
a giant step right by my house
where i’m talking to a mouse
planets are colliding
put it down in writing
and in my head everything is cool
i got no job, i don’t go to school
so jaded it’s astounding
look at our surroundings

anywhere we go
find a city of complaints
now there’s no way home
just down the highway
anywhere i go
everybody knows my name
somewhere down the road
i sealed my own fate
Track Name: Keep Getting Stupider
it takes a lot not to kill yourself
in a world full of so much excrement
so i tried to find a cure, now i’m on one
down on the corner me and dani bought some

and so i keep getting stupider
take my head off, fly to jupiter
it’s the answer to a universal problem
wrapped in my hand and wired to my cranium

in pursuit of nothing i digress
at least you know me better than the rest
now i got no time for common sense
in a sterile vacuum of contempt

no good at being articulate
how could I be with a brain so full of shit?
i'm just a sentimental prick, that’s the issue
long as i live i’m not ever gonna need you
i get attached to the might-have-been
i get fucked up cos living is a sin
i’d be content just to stay on the prairie
stoking the fires of something temporary

in pursuit of nothing i digress
at least you know me better than the rest
now i don’t got time for common sense
in a sterile vacuum of contempt

it takes a lot not to kill yourself
in a world full of so much excrement
so i tried to find a cure, now i’m on one
down on the corner me and dani bought some
Track Name: Boozer
it’s still dismissible
or non-admissible
clinging fast to whatever luck i get
lowest common denominator
flail around like i haven’t found ground yet

crying foul every chance that i get
it doesn’t count if you manage to forget

it’s irresistible
and unequivocal
you hold fast and hit a little more
scrape the bottom of the barrel
at the racetrack you’re just wasting time

crying foul every chance that i get
it doesn’t count if you manage to forget
i’m not profound, i just like to think so
don’t make a sound, just keep moving real slow

with all the competence of a seven-year-old
i take a breath and jump into the void
lower common denominator
at the racetrack you’re just wasting time
Track Name: Jack Kemp
met you once on the telephone
now you know i’m no criminal
i’m wrapped in silk
house on a hill
victim of my caveman instinct

your words in a book
it’s been years since i got shook
now you’ll remember my name
i promise we are the same

heard you once in your cubicle
poring over your english notes
i’m wrapped in silk
house on a hill
victim of my caveman instinct

your words in a book
it’s been years since i got shook
now you’ll remember my name
i promise we are the same