Brownwall

You’re strutting around like a virus I’m the firewall You think you’ve been built to withstand trouble I’m the wrecking ball I’m the wrecking ball You think you’ll hit me on the way up and make me weak to my knees I’m not in the mood to strike back I’m going to strike front before you breathe I’m the wrecking ball I’m the wrecking ball You’re strutting around like a virus I’m the firewall You think you’ve been built to withstand trouble I’m the wrecking ball I’m the wrecking ball You think you’ll hit me on the way up and make me weak at my knees I’m not in the mood to strike back I’m going to strike front before you breathe It’s a beautiful thing I’m the wrecking ball I’m the wrecking ball Steve Murphy - Drums Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals

All of the mud in the county needs to be sifted through with wire mesh Strained within an inch of its life in case there’s a treasure On receipt of the total haul we’ll determine if we’re special Fingers look like carrots in the wishy washy silt of the crickbed Cracks are forming and it only matters if we find the bounty Load me There’s jewelry There’s junk And juicy There’s jewelry There’s junk And juicy Pockets on the inside on the outside and the basin bay is clean Walking towards the moon nothing shimmering we're fools Load me There’s jewelry There’s junk And juicy There’s jewelry There’s junk And juicy All of the mud in the county needs to be sifted through with wire mesh Steve Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals John Makarewicz - Bass, Guitar

Grab the bars with everything in your soul Pay your dues the electrocution way On fire but baby what a blaze Pay your dues the electrocution way Vaunted Haunted By the wattage We got voltage to spare We got voltage to spare Grab the bars with everything in your soul Pay your dues the electrocution way On fire but baby what a blaze Pay your dues the electrocution way Vaunted Haunted By the wattage We got voltage to spare We got voltage to spare Hands on the bars Hands on the bars Hands on the bars John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass Steve Murphy - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals

The leather is loosened The fire is cooking And all the accoutrements are in their bag Take the tonic with you When he’s long gone in the brush In the waterfall is a statue To the magic of Hookbutt’s medicine The air is freshened The trial is over The trail to the gaping hole is flat He’s made the journey home Once the blood moon rises He’ll fill himself with the offerings Bottom’s up with the elixir Feel it crashing through the bone All the glory to the soul Everyone has the remedy, but it costs so much Let the tonic guide you To the stars and what they reveal Then we will build a statue For the success of Hookbutt’s last prescription Steve Murphy - Guitar, Bass Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals

Buried so many creepers In the white stuff Malevolence in surplus But it's never enough Behold the elf destroyer! His love of cats aside He rides the pale horse For elves it's a guarantee The executioner's here Behold the elf destroyer! Ears are gonna ring with fear when they hear his name A new title but all the same agonies Feel his swing as the blade comes racing down The plague that floats all over town His steely eyes see all Like a beacon When killing is the ask Destruction is the prize Behold the elf destroyer! Ears are gonna ring with fear when they hear his name A new title but all the same agonies Feel his swing as the blade comes racing down The plague that floats all over town Steve Murphy - Drums, Guitar, P-Blood Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Guitar, Bass, Vocals

As the vaults close So do the odds A lonely room Pumpkinblood is something bold A criminal for the new P: I’m cracking that safe I’m cracking that safe If it’s the last thing I do I’m cracking that safe I’m cracking that safe If it’s the last thing I do Scattered like the wind This group of strangers All bonded anew P: I’m cracking that safe I’m cracking that safe If it’s the last thing I do I’m cracking that safe I’m cracking that safe If it’s the last thing I do The loneliest to place Is on the outside What a mastermind They’re at the crossroads of disappointment and destruction Yet they pivot to elation and let that be a lesson to us all A job half done Is a job well done That’s the narrative Nick Nunziata - Drums, Keyboard, Vocals Steve Murphy - Guitar, P-Blood John Makarewicz - Bass

P: I'm down at loan office, baby Gonna get me a loan from the bank I just robbed P: I'm down at loan office, baby Gonna get me a loan from the bank I just robbed John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass Nick Nunziata - Keyboards Steve Murphy - P-Blood

Nick Nunziata - Keyboard Steve Murphy - Drums, Guitar, P-Blood Freestyle John Makarewicz - Bass

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Steve Murphy.

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Micah Robinson.

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Steve Murphy.

P: I'm in the mood for something so sweet T: A chance for love P: My squirming form is inside the pocket T: A dreamy, creamy being N: And after all the challenges, they're just star-crossed lovers who need to find that special place to commit their act without grossing the universe out P: My armature is in the hulk position T: An outrageous thing to see P: My love is finally at home T: A cargo crate of energy Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals, Tinks Steve Murphy - Drums, P-Blood John Makarewicz - Bass

Written by Nick Nunziata. Performed by Micah Robinson.