Crossroads 7"

by Greg DoH

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released November 27, 2012

All songs and lyrics written by Greg DoH
Except Die while we're young by A Wilhelm scream
Recorded at 8 Ashbury Studio (2012)
Mixed and Mastered by Serge Morattel at Rec Studio
Cover by Simon at Final Goodbye, picture by Greg DoH
All rights reserved Greg DoH 2012

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Track Name: Crossroads
This bleeding heart burns
thoughts and words spilled across the lines
everyone’s here for the occasion
disillusions in your eyes

These crossroads bring back
pieces of your broken past
crossroads bring back
pieces of your broken past

Let’s unfold these masks
and say goodbye to all you’ve ever known
Let’s unfold these masks
and say goodbye to all you’ve ever known

These crossroads bring back
pieces of your broken past
crossroads bring back
pieces of your broken past
Track Name: Goodbye Home
I woke up this morning
I called in sick
I've got red blurry eyes
I’ve been shit faced for days now
but these songs
won’t let me down
no these songs
they bring me company

Another boring day
just fades away
these late night drives
bring back my desperation
but these songs
won’t let me down
no these songs
they bring me company

These desert years
have been far gone far, far too long
There’s nothing familiar about this place
so goodbye home

I woke up screaming
I just couldn’t walk away
When will it all just make sense?
make sense to me

These desert years
have been far gone far, far too long
There’s nothing familiar about this place
so goodbye home
Track Name: Die While We're Young
It's been years since I sold my soul
What a life no advice and no guidance
Worked through the weekend at my bullshit job
With the pumps and the mops and the tire irons

Now us slaves break bread and go to work
And these pigs will tread on our backs
Every bastard to pass through the grinder
Can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves

I had to go to class but just drove on
through the rain and fog up Route Six past the mall
Drank through paychecks, they don't last so long
But Monday we're on. Please, Monday, come

Now us slaves break bread and go to work
And these pigs will tread on our backs
Every bastard to pass through the grinder
can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves
And embossed in the gold top half of his nickel-plated watch
Let's die while we're young
While we're still young

While us slaves break bread and go to work
Where sick pigs will shit down our backs
Every bastard to pass through the grinder
Our resolve is a reminder we are guts and bone
And attached to the three ring binder
Reminders of our old pact
Let's die while we're young
But now we're too old for that