The Senton Bombs

Violet Black
 
She invites you down the back streets Where only trouble breeds
Makes you want to clench your fists until your knuckles bleed
She wants you to use her until somebody screams
Don’t abuse her, the reward ain’t what it seems
 
Oh Violet, what have you done baby?
 
She’s put many men away, there are many moving on
Then  just when you think she’s gone
She’s coming back, she’s coming back
She’s put many men away, there are many moving on
Then  just when you think she’s gone
She’s coming back she’s Violet Black
 
Many people can control her, a whore without a cost
Seems like she only works the weekends with sober standards lost
In the town I live she runs naked through the streets
Many people turn to Violet, temptation is defeat
 
Justice Lost
 
Take a trip to Robin Hood Hills, yeah
Where no fuckin’ blood spills, right?
Spirit of the mud kills tonight
They need someone to blame
What’s your fuckin’ name?
Oh man, st-st-stuttering on the stand
Lying with the book under their left hand
 
Why do you wear black?
Do you like horror?
Oh, fuck the case holes
They like rock n roll
 
Locked up ‘til your lost inside
If you’re still alive
I don’t know if it’s justice blind
It's time to see and free
Yeah free the West Memphis Three
 
When the truth has gone and been bled dry
Still wants a hole in your head, why?
Step father with a guilt edged cry
Needs someone to blame, ain't got no fuckin' shame
Oh man, how can this shit happen these days?
Paradise found any cost any way

Why's your hair black?
Do you like metal?
Oh, fuck the case holes
They like rock n roll
 
Surf 6-66
 
Let the record spin, I’ll keep you free from sin
I go through hell and back in a Cadillac
Now leave your car on a dead-end street
Johhny be bad with the board at his feet
Tripping out with a couple of beasts
One speaks like a dragon and says to me:
“They’re ain’t no way, no way, no way That you can surf 6-66 man”
 
Go surfing on the lake of fire
Go surfing 6-66, oh yeah
Go surfing 6-66
We got to prove those devil’s wrong
 
Now I’m on strychnine with Mr Divine
There ain’t no vaccine until Chapter thirteen
See in this book the Greek is no good
The number is up all misunderstood
the end of the world, more like the end of the coast
Across the Aegean sea I see Crowley’s ghost
 
You Live You Buy You Die
 
Broke people are everywhere, this don't seem right
No one's got change to spare
When we're trapped in a cycle there's no point looking for
A way out, there's no way out
 
Tic-tic-toc for us hopeless consumers
Force fed what we need through a catalogue of rumours
If we’re earning, we’re spending, we're yearning, depending
On millions of products that we don’t need at all
A way out, there’s no way out

You live, you buy, you die
Dead before you can ask why
You live, you buy, you die
I’m not going to spend my time
Lost and lazy, the cost is crazy
 
Live, live, live but you’re going to need protection
Material bullshit to add to your collection
Well fashion ain’t so trendy but neither is V.A.T.
So go get some ideas, it’s buy one get one free

Then it all goes black

Buy, buy, buy, well empty all your pockets
Day by day the profit margins rocket
A surplus, a sale, thoughtless we fail
To ignore these advertisements designed to was our brains
 
Die, Die, Die in your second-hand coffin
You leave a lot behind but nothing’s going to soften
The blow to your loved ones in expensive suits they cry
The market’s growing stronger while you live you buy you die
 
You’re going to live, you’re going to buy
You’re going to die, S-E-N-T-O-N Bombs
 
Rogue Style
 
Now get this
Baptised as the stream runs black
You were born with a ‘Damaged’ T-shirt on your back
Chastised by society asking why these motherfuckers keep looking at me
When all the other kids are racing their cars
You’ve been playing guitars and you've been watching the stars
Trying hard to avoid the Witch with your teenage
Scene-age blood of a bitch
 
Got to ride the low and fly the high
The rogue style in me is breaking free
You got a right to know, you got to fight to grow
The rogue style in me, the rogue style in you
 
Capsized while you're way out deep
That sweet, sweet emotion baby don't come cheap
Disguised from normality, a crisis of personality
In every single town it seems the same
Just a similar game under a different name
Trying hard, my heart, my soul
The evil, evil powers of rock and roll

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

Recorded & Engineered by Simon Morgan

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