Class War: Fight Back!

by The Stungrenades

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15 new tracks from The Stungrenades.

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released May 27, 2017

Recorded in New Plymouth, New Zealand in 2016/17.
Recorded, Mixed, Mastered and Engineered by Cam Grenade and Craig Bastard.

Vocals: Craig Bastard
Guitars/B.Vox: T-Boner
Bass/B.Vox: Scotty Shmuck
Drums/B.Vox: Cam Grenade

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Track Name: Industry's Dead
Industry’s dead
Got no money for a slice of bread
Contracts screwing the workers each day
Corporates screwing down our hours of pay
Ignorance and greediness our government is outta line
Never trust a suit and tie or tax avoiding swine.
Industry’s dead
Got no money for a slice of bread
There is no future and death is the only way out.
Track Name: Waste of Space
Believe everything that the news tells you
The rich deserve more, never mind the poor
Your racist opinions are nothing new
But just remember you’re a piece of shit too
You’re a waste of space!

Believe everything that the news tells you
That we should go to war, for money grubbing whores
Your racist opinions are nothing new
But just remember, you’re a piece of shit too
You’re a waste of space!
Track Name: Blow It Up
Drop the bomb, fuck you all
This is our, curtain call
Fuck the world, fuck you too
Bunch of morons who smell like poo
One spinning globe, of bullshit and corruption
Blow it up who gives a fuck? Bring on the final war
Racists fascists and lazy cunts seem to rule the world
Disposable society, I wanna pull the plug
One spinning globe of bullshit and corruption
Blow it up who gives a fuck? Bring on the final war
I’m gonna die, but not before you,
Counting down, times run out, blow us all to dust!
Track Name: N.P.H.C.
Play the game, loss and gain, wear the scars, know the pain
Hardcore life, we don’t look back, we run like wolves I lead the pack
Broken bottles, broken nose, broken hearts and broken bones
Broken trust, friendships rust, another year a life of pain
It’s hardcore, in the NPHC
Those who’ve been, those to come, those who live on the run
O. D’s and suicides, murders and midnight rides.
Track Name: Time To Die
It’s time for you to die and you don’t know why
Your heart stops and your brain explodes.
Track Name: Shart Attack
Sneak up on me like a shark attack,
Gone too far there’s no way back
Scream at me like you’ve lost your mind
Things are thrown, now fists are flying.
There’s no way out and I can’t escape,
Times running out, expiration date.
Track Name: This Means War
Time stopped when you lied
Used to be a friend of mine
Time pass, wounds heal
But that’s not how I feel.

This means war, you’re gonna die
I can see through your lies.
No regrets, cast you aside
Talking shit to save your pride
But I know the truth,
You fucked up, now you’ll lose
This war, you’re gonna die
I can see through your lies,
I exposed your crimes
I can’t wait until you die
Fuck you!
Track Name: B.E.E.R.
BBQ’s, Good times
Loud tunes, good friends
Got no time for the blues, drink some fuckin’ booze
Drink B.E.E.R
Home brew, home kill
Go home, when you’ve had your fill.
Track Name: Ruin Me Faster
I’ve ruined me faster than any other bastard
I’ve fucked myself on drugs, wrecked with alcohol
Self-destruction game, pass out on the floor
I’d probably be dead if I had any more.
Gotta go, gotta get, have you got any more?
Gotta go, gotta get, my favourite kind of store
Track Name: Class War
Inherited your money, the poor get the blame
You rigged up the system, we know your game
There’s homeless in the city, but you own three or four
Your mum and your dad, gonna help you buy more
Houses!
One day your world, will come crashing down,
The system won’t be left, to push us around
And we’ve had enough, of your class war fight,
The peasants are revolting, we’ll tear down your gates
Tonight!
You’ve screwed us, now we’ll screw you.
Class War!
Track Name: Time For War
Shots have been fired, it’s time to go to war
Civilians ask, what’s it all for?
Money, Greed, Power, Corruption,
Politicians who profit from maximum destruction!
Computers never fail, the missiles get launched
Look out below, it’s death from above!
Money, Greed, Power, Corruption,
Politicians who profit from maximum destruction!
They won’t stop, until there’s nothing left
Track Name: Shit Boy
Smash my head against the floor.
Shit on the walls smeared on the door
Doctors nurses clean me up
It’s your fuckin job I don’t give a fuck.
There’s no one left inside,
I’ve just flown away
Testing my own mental state
Everyday living seems to have walked out through the door.
Dribbling and compulsive twitching.
Knock knock, nobody home, not living here no more.
Track Name: Parasites Sucking Us Dry
I.T corporation motherfuckers
Fuck off and die
Politicians, white collars, H. R’s
Fuck off and die
Managers, restructures, recruitment agents
Fuck off and die
ACC, IRD, Parasites sucking us dry!
We’re sick and tired of you being intimidating,
And all your stupid fucking lies.
We’re not numbers on a clipboard sheet,
To be disposed of at any time
You never worked an honest day in your life,
Dictating the sweet, we cry.
Track Name: Bad Feeling
I gotta bad feeling, it’s burning, burning up my mind
I gotta bad feeling, it’s coming, coming out of my mind
Can’t stop the bad thinking, from keeping, keeping me good
Can’t stop the bad thinking from taking everything that it could.
You gotta see what I’m talking about,
I’m screaming out my lungs
I tell ya something man,
This ain’t no fucking fun.
Track Name: Bring Me The Severed Head of State
Fuck John Key
Corrupt son of a bitch
I can’t wait to see him,
Dead in a ditch
Hang him like a traitor
Shoot him like a dog
And bury his body
In a fuckin’ deep hole.