Track Listing

1.   Fame & The Wicked
2.   U.S.E. (United States of Emergency)
3.   The One Thing We've Got Left
4.   Damage Boy
5.   Road Of Bones
Title: DDT
Type: Demo
Tracks: 5
Producer: Simon Morgan
Label: Self-released
Release Date: 15.07.05
Availability: Physical (Limited 100 copy run)

Review Quotes

"From the opening banshee like riff of 'Fame and the Wicked' through the Ramones-like U.S.E (United States of Emergency) and The One thing we've got Left to the Clash style intro to 'Damage Boy'. The Senton Bombs shake it all up until you drop."
Strummer Magazine

Lyrics

Fame & The Wicked 

The day of rest is upon us
In the rest I lost myself
I need some desperation
Put reason on the shelf
I won’t surrender no, I won’t surrender to the voice
My name’s Lee Harvey Oswald
My name’s Mark David Chapman
My blood is cold and my soul is sold
Why do I do these crazy things I do?
 
You let us in your lives now we can’t get out
I know everything there is to know
I know you better than you know you
Better than you know you

 
Profile it fits the victim, I walk the Boulevard
AC/DC on that station, I watch those Hollywood stars
I’m no pretender, no great pretender I got choice
I'm watching Bridget Fonda, I'm watching Nicole Kidman
I got my X-ray vision but it's not my decision, no
Why do I do these crazy things I do?

You let us in your house now you can't get out

There's nothing left for me but to take you out
 
U.S.E. (United States Of Emergency)
 
All those wagons rolled for a rat found down a hole
All those soldiers died and for what did they find
All that ammunition from the politicians
All those broken families for the economy
So I say hey!
 
I you’re lying in the desert dying in the sand
You got to shout for your nation
now you understand that your government will cleanse you
Free you from sin
But the spin doctor ain't got no medicine

 
I think the Union Jack should be painted black
I think the Stars and Stripes should be sprayed all white
I think they'd all prefer a big red swastika
I think it's plain to see we got a lot of new enemies

Here’s a story about the USA
Forty years since JFK
On the hunt for petroleum
Lady Liberty picked up her gun
Well the police of the world are all terrorists too
And the first thing they do is they’re going to get you
Going to hide in a ‘Bush’ until the money’s all spent
The only weapon of mass destruction is the president
 
As they conspire
“Ask not what your country can do for you
But what you can do for your country”

 
The One Thing We’ve Got Left
 
I see it through the falling rain
It casts a blanket over the pain
Easy to lose so hard to find
We had so much back at the start
Disappeared like the good in your heart
Live dying, we're going to live dying
 
The one thing we’ve got left
 
I had a dream where we had died
But my eyes were open wide
Didn't know which way to go
We had so much back at the start
Disappeared like the good in your heart
Live dying, we're going to live dying

The one thing we’ve got left is hope

Damage Boy
 
To satisfy the fever you got to play the good guy
Try to keep your head low to satisfy the fever
I know it isn't easy when your on the payroll
But your names in biro, a virus of the system

Look into my bad started life
Then you made me a damage boy
Won't stand for anything
I stand for everything you don't
That's why I am a damage boy


My good nature’s my second nature
 
You land yourself some trouble
You didn't hear the phone ring
Now you've not been sleeping
You land yourself in trouble
But now you got a warning
You could go but two ways
One would be the wrong way
One would be the hard way

There biggest problem's my smallest problem

No time to fear suggestion
No time to feel so scared
Because what you’ve got is what they’ve not
And you won’t have it for long
So while you do make sure that you
Do some damage boy
 
Road of Bones
 
They crunch beneath my feet I walk from Magadan
Every meter cost a life two-thousand was the plan
Prisoners of Stalin's era, gunpoint with a workload
There's no skeleton's in Russian closets cause they're all in the road

Siberia gives me one cold last breath
You walk all over me in life
Now you walk on me in death
On the road of bones


Horrors of communism arriving in Yakutsk
Ballast bones of cadavers fill my heart with disgust
They made a grave mistake, red coat buried the poor
Well make no bones about it there’ll be many more

© The Senton Bombs - 2005
 

Credits

Joey Class – Bass/Vocals
Damien Kage - Guitars
Jimmy Kage - Guitars
Ronnie Bomb – Drums

Recorded & Engineered by Simon Morgan

Tracks 1, 2 & 3 by J. Class & J. Kage
Tracks 4 & 5 by J. Class
All lyrics by J. Class
Layout design by Gunslinger A/V