Track Listing

1.   Nightbreed
2.   Charlotte Ann
3.   Buy Me A Gun
4.   Silencio D'Amor

 

Lyrics

Nightbreed
 
Into the mouth of madness, down into it’s soul
We are the princes of darkness and through the city we roll
Not just one generation, it's a whole damn race
Injecting nocturnal octane, each other we chase
Eventide, obscurity, twilight, now we see
Pirch black it begins, Felicity for he who wins
Die by day live for the night
Beneath the moon light
 
Bretharian Nightbreed
On energy we feed
 

Charlotte Ann
 
Charlotte Ann claims that she’s a rocker
Real good on the guitar
Shake that and make some money
She thinks that she’s going to go far
Bullshit, I don’t believe her
With her skirt flying way up her knee
It’s apparent she’s transparent
Consequently, my respect don’t come for free, no
 
Suck them in so they can’t see
Fool them but you don’t fool me, no
I don't dig your deceit
So darling here is your receipt
 
Fuck you Charlotte Ann, I said fuck you charlatan
I’ve been doing all I can to help you understand alright
Fuck you Charlotte Ann, I said fuck you charlatan
I don't want to be your man, no that's not who I am

 
Charlotte Ann claims that she can wrestle
Catch-as-you-catch-can
I’d say she’s stretching the truth
When she’s barely even a fan
I take her on, one on one, for the world to see
Up she goes and down she comes, exposed on the count of three
My respect don't come for free, no

Fuck you Charlotte Ann, I said fuck you charlatan
I’ve been doing all I can to help you understand alright
Fuck you Charlotte Ann, I said fuck you charlatan
I don't want to be your man, no that's not who I am
Fuck you, yeah, yeah, Fuck you, yeah, yeah
I’ve gone and seen your plan and I don't give a hot damn
Fuck you Charlotte Ann, Fuck you, yeah, yeah
Fuck you charlatan, I don't want to be your man
I am the fucking man, alright, Fuck you

 
Buy Me A Gun
 
Through a revolving door who’s keeping score?
Get your nose to the floor
While I buy my bullets at the local store
When it's all been said, seven stripes run red
Life’s still a Western in Charlton Heston’s cold dead head

A constitutional right to keep your weapons everywhere in sight
Did nobody tell you that people fight
 
Go an buy me a gun, I’ll go on the run
Be so fuckin’ stupid I’ll just point and shoot it
I could kill anyone
It's another life done, it could be anyone
It could be anyone, it could be anyone when you buy me a gun

 
If they’re bowling in hell, their heads a rolling in heaven
Go back to nine-eleven, dialing nine-one-one
For racial one-eighty-sevens
or you could hunt for a year, have a killer career
Drink a barrel of beer, double-barrel a deer
But still live in fear

With the holes in the wall and the holes in the law
Fingerprints are on the trigger
Still every man has a right to arms, go figure

Buy a magazine, the weekly ammo live
Buy a bottle of coke and a packet of smokes
Love on a .45 or is a 38.
We need an equalizer to make them realise what a mistake

 
Silencio D’Amor
 
Ring, Ring in the middle of the night
You're all alone all dressed in white
You say “hello” I won’t say a thing
And if you hang up I just call-call again
But if you take it off the hook
You’ll go in my black book
An’ if you try to cut the line
I’ll cut the power and climb the vine
All I ever wanted is for you to listen to me breathe
Listen to me breathe

Pick it up I want to hear your voice
it's not my fault, ain't like I got a choice
If you're ex-directory, I don't want your machine
I got to make those blind eyes see, i just get more obscene
Well it ain't a threat, it ain't a prank
Your caller ID is coming up blank
Hey pretty girl crying in your slumber
You were all smiles when you gave me your number
All I ever wanted is for you to listen to me breathe
Listen to me breathe

Some like call, some love to dial
My blood goes up but it's all worth while
Some love the sex, some love the violence
I love your voice, you love my silence

Don't answer the phone, don't answer the phone
I'll just keep calling
Don't answer the phone, don't answer the phone
I'm going to call again, yeah
Don't answer the phone, don't answer the phone
I'm going to make-a, make-a, make you, yeah, Silencio D'amor
Title: From Parts Unknown
Type: Demo
Tracks: 4
Producer: Simon Morgan
Label: Self-released
Release Date: 04.01.08
Availability: Physical (Limited 100 copy run)

Credits

Joey Class – Bass/Vocals
Damien Kage - Guitars
Jimmy Kage - Guitars
Josh Bellew – Drums

Recorded & Engineered by Simon Morgan

Tracks 1 by J. Class, J. Kage & D. Kage
Track 2 by J. Class, J. Kage & J. Bellew
Track 3 & 4 by J. Class
All lyrics by J. Class
Layout design by Gunslinger A/V
Backing Vocals by The Senton Bombs