D.R.I. LYRICS
album: "Crossover" (1987)
1. The Five Year Plan2. Tear It Down
3. A Coffin
4. Probation
5. I.D.K.Y.
6. Decisions
7. Hooked
8. Go Die
9. Redline
10. No Religion
11. Fun & Games
12. Oblivion
1. The Five Year Plan
I lose, you win
I lose, you win
I lose, you win
I lose again
But you're on my five-year plan
Your time will come
When you least expect it, expect it!
The five-year plan
You fucked me over
You did me wrong
You know why
I wrote this song
The five-year plan
Until the, I'll just pretend
That you are still my friend
But in the end, your time will come
When you least expect it, expect it!
The five-year plan
I don't forget so easily
No, I'm not so quick to forget
The five-year plan
I hold a grudge
I live for revenge
The five-year plan
I win, you lose
I win, you lose
I win!
2. Tear It Down
Fighting this society, there's only one way to win
We must stick together through all thick and thin
Cross over the line of your stubborn, closed mind
Don't be surprised at what you might find
Things you thought wrong may have always been right
You'll probably find fault in your reasons to fight
You really don't differ from what i can see
Ain't it time to unite, or is it just me?
Just as we watch them build this empire
So they shall watch us tear it down
If not with our words, then with the power of our sound!
Fighting this society, there's only one way to win
We must stick together through all thick and thin
Cross over the line of your stubborn, closed mind
Don't be surprised at what you might find
We are the future, so let's get things straight
Combine our forces before it's too late
Fighting ourselves can't go on any longer
We must fight together if we want to grow stronger
We can tear it down
We must tear it down
We will tear it down
3. A Coffin
A coffin is ugly
A coffin is sad
Destined to be
One's last pad
To lay in as a corpse
For the rest of your life
In another coffin, of course
Next to you is your wife
A coffin is lonely
A coffin is bad
The shape of seclusion
A coffin is sad
4. Probation
They set the rules
They want me to break
Take all my money
Set me straight
Then they confine me
Make me check in
Analyze my piss
Ask me where I've been
They send me to classes
That say I've been bad
Take some more money
Prove to me I've been had
And they'll keep on trying
To straighten me out
And the more that they try
The more I doubt
This system of corrections
That they put me through
Hasn't brought about change
But, this is nothing new
5. I.D.K.Y.
Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
Amplified starlight
Pure energy
You cringe from my power
Go home and take a shower
I am intelligent life
You are less
Look into my heart
Tell me what you feel
Pain and agony
>From a horrid ordeal
You flee from my sadness
Finding no gladness
I can handle it o.k.
You really can't
Look into my mind
Tell me what you think
Of the mange and madness
Of a missing link
You stiffen and turn sour
Descending from my tower
You fall and turn away
You are mine!
6. Decisions
You ask me questions I can't answer
Give me problems I can't solve
Offer suggestions I can't respect
Is there anything at all?
You give me reasons for your ideas
All the facts behind your thoughts
Tell me of your observations
And count the number of my faults
I hide a smile, I wear a frown
Always wanting to play the clown
I make my plan, I lose a chance
As I perform a long death dance
Life or death, it's all straight up
Make my choice, and throw it up
Shot glass full, down the hatch
My mind's made up, no second chance
You ask me questions I can't answer
Give me problems I can't solve
Offer suggestions I can't respect
Is there anything at all?
Life or death, it's all straight up
Make my choice, and throw it up
Shot glass full, down the hatch
My mind's made up, no second chance
7. Hooked
You're tied down, you're locked up
You've got no way out
You're broke down you're fed up
Your lungs start to shout
You're wincing, convulsing
You're aching with pain
Gasping for breath, and you're feeling insane
Hole after hole
Just proving your point
Point after point
Just digging you hole
Slow digging with a spoon
Hooked!
You're hooked on a drug that's controlling your mind
Hocking your soul for that measly last dime
You're dragged off and thrown in your own padded cell
You've reached end of rope at bottom of well
Yellow-black arm-hole of eager junk acceptance
Thin steel prick cums in your arm
I see you fall over and over again
Hanging onto nothing you thought was a friend
8. Go Die
You're bothering me
For anything free
Why can't you see?
I'm out on a limb
My nerves are stretched thin
You really don't win
Go die!
You seriously ask
For my autograph
I can't help but laugh
Just leave me alone
Why can't you go home
A brain you don't own
Following me around
Just like a lost hound
And you're bringing me down
I tell you goodbye
And you ask me why
Guess I'm just shy
Go die!
9. Redline
Way past overdrive
Full on redline
No easing up
Your life's flying by
Pushing and passing
Yourself you've just passed
First over the finish
You still come in last
Face turning to stone
Your eyes owl-wide
No easing up
More speed is your high
Look and feel
Twice your age
Grinding in your silent rage
Dying at twice the speed
Yet not enough to
Quench your need
Redline, foot to the floor
Redline, slow-paced is a bore
Redline, yourself you've just passed
Redline, you still come in last
10. No Religion
Won't see me on my knees
Take my soul and save it, please
Ten hail Mary's for my sin
Paying heaven to get in
Got no money for your basket
A million times you can ask it
Find your bible far too odd
Ain't got time for your god
I've made my decision
Don't want your religion
No more church-bound prison
Or jerry falwell television
Don't forget, he's coming back
So put your dollars in the stack
The second coming's getting close
So pay up now and get the most
Form a line for all to pay
And do the same next Sunday
Step right up and clean your soul
Single file, young and old
I've made my decision
Don't want your religion
No more church-bound prison
Or jerry falwell television
Wash your brain, a strange obsession
You're an angel, post confession
Holy book tells right from wrong
Last donation, overdrawn
11. Fun & Games
Step on mine, I'll step on yours
Take what's mine, I'll take what's yours
Bleed on me, I'll spit on you
Inconsideration
Part of the game
Voted rules
Are always changed
Plans are made
But rearranged
And only one thing
Stays the same
Yell at me, I'll yell at you
Push on me, I'll push on you
Fuck with me and I'll screw you
I turn it up, you'll turn it down
I speed up, you'll slow down
And you'll reject what i accept
Inconsideration
Part of the game
Voted rules
Are always changed
Plans are made
But rearranged
And only one thing
Stays the same
You stay healthy, I'll be sick
You dominate, but you've been tricked
Think its' over, it's just begun
To you, a nightmare
To me, it's fun!
12. Oblivion
The day has come, the time is near
For all to end. It's true, it's here
It's all over now, no way to stop
The button's been pushed, the bomb's been dropped
The city is melting, the sky burns red
The ocean is boiling, we'll soon be dead
Death has come knocking, the door's open wide
He's let himself in, no place to hide
A tidal wave of power coming over the hill
A great well of thunder swooping down for the kill
Leveling, destroying everything in its path
Just seconds left now till we feel its wrath
The city is melting, the sky burns red
The ocean is boiling, we'll soon be dead
People run rabid from the great blast
The beast is upon us, it's here at last
The streets echo screams filled with fear
All through the universe, but no one will hear!
All songs written by D.R.I.
Produced by Spike Cassidy and Bill Metoyer
Recorded at Stagg Street Studio, Van Nuys, Califonia
Recorded & engineered by Bill Metoyer
Assistant Gary Denton
Additional recording and mixed at Track Record, Los Angeles, California.
Mixed by Bill Metoyer and Spike Cassidy
Assitant: Ken Paulakovich
Spike Cassidy - Guitars
Kurt Brecht - Vocals
Felix Griffen - Drums
Josh Pappa - Bass
Produced by Spike Cassidy and Bill Metoyer
Recorded at Stagg Street Studio, Van Nuys, Califonia
Recorded & engineered by Bill Metoyer
Assistant Gary Denton
Additional recording and mixed at Track Record, Los Angeles, California.
Mixed by Bill Metoyer and Spike Cassidy
Assitant: Ken Paulakovich
Spike Cassidy - Guitars
Kurt Brecht - Vocals
Felix Griffen - Drums
Josh Pappa - Bass
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