Drugs, Probably

by TONGUE PARTY

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"...With its totally bonkers title, opener “Five Buck Huff” sets the tone of Drugs, Probably; the lyrics are scathing and the guitars never stop shredding. The rest of the record (see standout track “Go Trustfund Me”) is filled with brief, stop-and-go tracks that volley between choruses and verses, with the onslaught of guitar solos and breakdowns injecting surplus metal flavor..."

- Andrew Brandt - City Pages - Minneapolis, MN

Full article here: www.citypages.com/music/4-cant-miss-new-twin-cities-punk-albums/388667332

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released July 20, 2016

All songs written, performed and produced by Adam and Brandon Hile.

Recorded and Mixed by Dan Garrison, Adam and Brandon Hile in Minneapolis, MN July 2016.

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TONGUE PARTY Minneapolis, Minnesota

Be Free.
Get High.
Don't Own a Suit or a Tie.

adam hile
brandon hile
luke gutting
andrea adams
dan garrison

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Track Name: Five Buck Huff
On your street corners selling the American dream
On your street corners everything pure and clean
I'm a fucking patriot, ya know what I mean?
I'm a fucking patriot, drinking beer and huffing gasoline

Gonna go to the corner store, gotta get me some more

On your street corners, I am the American dream
On your steel corners, visions from gasoline
I'm a fucking piece of shit, ya know what I mean
I'm a fucking piece of shit, ain't got no dreams

Gonna go to the corner store, gotta get me some more
Track Name: Shithole
What are we going here? This place smells like cow shit
Get me out of here all these people make me fucking sick

Get Me out of here, I wanna go home
Get me out of here I wanna go home

Give me antifreeze to drink as I please
Or a bullet to the face anything to leave this place

Get me out of here, I wanna go home
Get me out of here I wanna go home
Track Name: Princess Puke
Approaching each other , what are we gonna do? I'm not gonna be the one who moves.
You're on your phone so I'm nothing to you, youre oblivious to the world surrounding you

You didn't see me coming? Well I'm falling down

I see you and you see me, what's the god damn mystery?
Starting to take it personally everyone I pass is out to get Me

You didn't see me coming? Well I'm falling down
Track Name: Go Trustfund Me
Going out tonight shut the beamer door
There ain't nothing mom and dad can't afford
At the bar what's the god damn baseball score.
Fighting, fucking, want nothing more

They're not one of us, they're making fun of us!

Going out tonight shut the beamer door
There ain't nothing mom and dad can't afford
At the bar what's the god damn baseball score.
Fighting, fucking, want nothing more

They're not one of us, they're making fun of us!
Track Name: Die Yuppie Scum
Look at my money, look at my clothes
Look at these cars, all the people I know

Die. Die. Die. Die yuppie scum

I see your money, I see your clothes
I see those people, what a fucking joke

Die. Die. Die. Die yuppie scum
Track Name: Clown Shoes
I'm so tired, sick of your shit
I don't care about any of it
I'm so fucked up, drugs probably
I don't care about anything

Stay the fuck away from me
Don't fucking look at me

I'm so tired, sick of your shit
I don't care about any of it
I'm so fucked up, drugs probably
I don't care about anything

Stay the fuck away from me
Don't fucking look at me