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    Recorded live for Friskie Morris Sessions podcast sometime in March or Fabruary, I don't remember. Check out the podcast on the Friskie Morris Facebook page!

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released June 19, 2015



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Butchered Chicago, Illinois

Chicago Punk Rock.

Butchered is:
Nick Cvijovic (Kansas)- vox/guitar
Colin Thomas (D Day)- bass/vox
Louis Steimel (Skymall)- guitar/vox
Vinnie (Don't Call Me Dr. Fuckface That's My Dad's Name) Dinwiddie - drums
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Track Name: Streetlights (Live at Friskie Morris Sessions)

Verse 1:
She said to me that I am worthless/ She said to me that I’m not good enough for anything at all/ Now I’m reaching out for something/ just to be pushed back in the shit we’re living in
Why does it matter what I wanna do?/ What does it matter that I’m not turning into something that you want?/ When all I’m looking for is one chance/ To shove it right back in your face

And all these kids are living in this picture perfect world/ blinded by the streetlights of a lost suburban town/ and the chip on their shoulders is growing far too large/ All the stubbornness and cluelessness, the innocence is gone

Verse 2:
(Colin) She said to me that I am nothing/ She said to me that everyone around me is doing bigger things/ Well I know that I’m not crazy/ I just know that I’m following my dreams
(Nick) And on the radio are the same songs/ and on the TV are the same shows you’ve already seen/ Well I know something’s gotta give/ or maybe I just need another cigarette


She said to me that I am nothing/ She said to me that I am wasting all of my dreams/ Now I’m standing here in silence/ because everything I do is useless
Track Name: Finding Strangers in the Alps (Live at Friskie Morris Sessions)
Finding Strangers in the Alps

Verse 1 (Nick):
Why’d you lie to my face?/ And leave me feeling this way/ I took all that you’d said/ I guess it’s gone to your head
Shut your mouth and just go ‘cause I;m not listening anymore

Verse 2 (Colin):
I always thought you would be there for me/ From hospitals to Gainesville/ High fives for low lifes/ Was it all just a fucking waste?

Shut your mouth and just go ‘cause I’m not listening anymore

Shut your mouth and just go ‘cause I’m not listening anymore
Track Name: I Can't Be Friends With You (Tom Park) (Live at Friskie Morris Sessions)
I Can’t Be Friends With You (Tom Park)

Well I already know what you’re thinking, “How many times can this be said?”/ But nothing seems to go right, and I’m afraid I’ll end up dying/ and these fucking people I see, pretending they’re my friends/ and the everyday monotony, are the reasons I get pissed
Yeah, it sucks to fall in love with every girl that I talk to/ when I’m sitting traffic on my way back downtown/ I’m sick of all these suburbs that I can’t seem to ever leave/ Feels like I’m going nowhere, and that ain’ OK with me!

Why do I even bother trying? x2
I only seem to fuck it all up anyway…

Verse 2:
Well everyone’s a critic, or an artist, or a fraud/ And no one’s genuinely happy unless there’s drama going on/ I’d like to see them fail at everything they do/ because nothing really matters (when you hate the world around you!)
No more matter how many times I’d like to think to myself/ that my life is going somewhere I just take a look around me/ and I see the ugly faces of the people I despise/ I can only see the negative, I can’t be satisfied!


Everybody’s got an opinion on how I should be/ But it’s gotten so damn complicated that there’s no room to breathe/ You don’t even know the truth, or what to say/ so I’m leaving this town for good, just imagine, that’ll be the day

Track Name: Cut Me Off (Live at Friskie Morris Sessions)
Cut Me Off

Something’s gotta give, I’m losing out/ I’m becoming everything than what I wanna be
Take a look/ I’m the Chicago Cubs of doing well/ Take me back to when I was fifteen…

Verse 1:
Last night I thought that I felt fine/ but it’s never as it appears to be/ ended up on the floor in my disgrace
Unreal standards but I still try/ so look me in my fucking eyes and tell me/ that I should feel better

Cut Me Off! ‘cause I can’t stand
Cut Me OFf! I can barely speak
Cut Me Off! I guess I’m not going home tonight

Verse 2:
What’s it like to be seen as perfect/ from silver spoon to silver Lexus?/ I’m happy to see you live so peacefully
Deprivation of satisfaction/ oversaturated media distractions/ it’s a pity that you’re so blind to real life

Chorus repeat

I’m not going home x4

Chorus repeat

This aggravation/ can’t make it go away/ I’ve packed my fucking bags/ Got nothing left to say X2