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Drugs, Probably

by TONGUE PARTY

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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
2.
Shithole 01:15
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
3.
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
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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!
5.
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
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Clown Shoes 02:09
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

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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

More of a cult than a band...

adam hile
brandon hile
preston laack
dan garrison

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