Fire Ride With Me

by Static Sex

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Recorded in various apartments/homes/practice spaces/hotels in Portland & Bangor, ME and Red Bank, NJ.

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released 25 March 2015

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Track Name: Roadrager
“We’re all in this together”
Dad said on His way out the door
and it got me thinkin’ of Pat’s old place
his mom pissed, his dad piss drunk on the floor
well he’s drunk on God’s floor now
but she lets it slide, ‘cause she’s just that kinda gal
and you’re the kind that I can only drink about
but in this drought I'm nearing Fort Lee
looking for a route outta town

The last my heart was high on this state
I was in quite the state myself
shuffling through another late-night liquor-fueled Landmark scuffle
feet fixed in some PIKE’s puke puddle
thinking this might be the last time
I know the insides of a man with an intimacy of this kind
But that was years ago, man, I was twenty-two
twenty-five, this town’s grown but there’s less to do
but I’d shoot a man just to shoot the shit with you


When you beam in my direction
I’m feeling for pristine planes and alternate dimensions
a new moon where nervous is the norm
got me shaking like a shitting dog caught in an ice storm
feeling just as sick, but never more alive
down the bag of butterflies and force myself to say “hi"
because you can’t pass Go by skipping the toll
just ask the New Jersey Turnpike patrol
and I ain’t got time for no downtown stroll
in a seat stained by yesterday’s assholes
because I'm today’s Goddamn son of a bitch
and I expect some respect with the role
so what do you say?
was my sales pitch okay?
Track Name: You Kill Me
Malice aforethought or not
It's not nice to
Play with your food
You said "It's my party
And you'll die
If I want you to"

My mama only smoked
'til she was pregnant with me
And Amy made me cry
But I was just seventeen
Yeah all the other girls
Okay, they push and they shove
But you're the only one
Who watches Salo for fun
Baby, you kill me
"You don't wanna play with guns?
You ain't from America, son"

Where do you get off
Looking the way that you do?
You said "It's my party
And you'll die
If I want you to"

The boys in blue on 22
Lost their steely looks
Sweating from their brows
As your name fills up their books
Laughing, stabbing rocks
"Girl, that's just not how rocks work"
I thought, until you turned around
With blood on your shirt
Baby, you kill me
"You don't wanna play with guns?
You don't wanna have no fun"

Lance me with a lobster claw?
Drive off the Piscataqua?
All you have is bad ideas

Take me down to Spinney Creek?
Tie some rocks around my feet?
All you have is bad ideas

Pick a fight with Old Port drunks?
Jump with joy while I get jumped?
All you have is bad ideas

Love somebody that's not you?
Sorry, babe, my heart's tattooed
All you have is all these
Really, really bad ideas

You wake up cute
Come on, who does that?
I wake up gnawing, clawing
Like some wharf rat
A rat like me
Don't get no cat like you
You kill me, babe
But I'm thrilled to be the treat
At the end of your noose