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Demo 2013

by Hollow Rebellion

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1.
we walk the streets at night we go where eagles dare they pick up every movement they pick up every loser with jaded eyes and features you think they really care? i ain't no goddamn son of a bitch you better think about it baby i ain't no goddamn son of a bitch you better think about it baby, babe an omelet of disease awaits your noontime meal her mouth of germicide seducing all your glands i ain't no goddamn son of a bitch you better think about it baby i ain't no goddamn son of a bitch you better think about it baby, babe let's test your threshold of pain let's see how long you last that's happened in your rape on bosoms of your past with jaded eyes and features you think they really care let's go where eagles dare let's go where eagles dare i ain't no goddamn son of a bitch you better think about it baby i ain't no goddamn son of a bitch you better think about it baby i ain't no goddamn son of a bitch you better think about it baby i ain't no goddamn son of a bitch you better think baby, babe, babe, babe
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Everyday it comes my way in different shapes & forms. Greed, hate & jealousy, the faces it adorns. And though I walk the valley in the shadow of my deeds, Consideration's always dead; the ends to meet the needs. I give you money, you give me death. You think it's funny, I gasp for breath. Tompkins Square is everywhere, it's written on the walls They'll suffocate yer real estate and grab you by yer balls My life is such a living hell, a squatted rotted empty shell No mistakes to learn I give you money, you give me death. You think it's funny, I gasp for breath. Watch a cop for us today, an opiate, a new decay, Your breathing stops this dying day. The bigtime, it killed Crusty Dave. We're all alone, we miss his heat, And now I feel so incomplete. The death he tasted was so sweet, From womb to tomb, the rotting meat! I give you money, you give me death. You think it's funny, I gasp for breath. I give you money, you give me death. You think it's funny, I gasp for breath. I give you money, you give me death. You think it's funny, I gasp for breath.
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I'm a poor boy born in a rut Some say my manners ain't the best Some of my friends have been in a whole lot of trouble and some say I'm no better than the rest But tell your momma and your papa Sometimes good guys don't wear white Everyday I work hard At night I spend restless time Those rich kids and all their lazy money They can't hold a candle to mine So tell your momma and your papa Sometimes good guys don't wear white Good guys, bad guys Which is which? The white collar worker Or the digger of the ditch? Man, who's to say who's the better man? I'm doing the very best I can Best I can You thought I had a dirty mind All those messed up chicks Of the changing times Love-filled and easy living Can't come close To the love that I've given So tell your momma and your papa Sometimes good guys don't wear white They don't wear white They don't wear white They don't wear white They don't wear white ...One more time! Good guys don't wear white They don't wear white

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All of the demos we record in 2013, there should be about 4 or 5 in all by the time we're done

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released April 18, 2013

Guitar/Vocals - Clay Venezia
Guitar/Vocals - Christian Lucido

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Hollow Rebellion Santa Rosa, California

emo band from Santa Rosa, California.

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