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released September 11, 2012

Riot Fox:
Richard Goodness - Vocals + Guitar
Colin Colfer - Guitar + Vocals
Alix Piorun - Bass + Vocals
Daniel Byrne - Drums

Lyrics By: Richard Goodness
Music By: Riot Fox
Gang Vocals By: The 2nd Stroke Community Players


Recorded at Beachwick Studios, Brooklyn
Engineered & Mixed By: Colin Colfer

Album Art & Riot Fox Logo By: Diablo D'Amour
www.diablosfactory.com

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Track Name: The Devil's Lap
step into my office
pour yourself a drink
take a load off of your feet
have a cigar
take a look around you
this could all be yours
it used to not be mine
i used to be poor

call me a sellout if you like
i won't be criticized for what i fell into
call me a sucker, i don't mind
you're on my side
you can't afford to not be
you can't afford to leave

see this chair? it cost more than you made last year
it's not too comfy
but it sure does make a statement
your wardrobe needs updating
your social life needs some upgrading
and i don't hear you complaining
when i say "the drinks are on me, boys!"

step into my office
pour yourself a drink
take a load off of your feet
have a cigar
you know, it ain't so bad
sittin' in the devil's lap
it's the most impressive hardon that you'll ever be a party to

call me a sucker, i don't mind
i won't be blamed for what i've grown accustomed to
i ain't ungrateful
no, i'm just a spiteful bitch
i can't afford to not be
i can't afford to leave
Track Name: Johnny's Coming Home
i never met a man who was more disloyal
he used to call me names in front of his friends
he went to law school while i worked at the grocery
he used to brag about all the money he'd make

but now:
johnny's coming home
he couldn't make it on his own
he couldn't pay his bills
he simply couldn't make his loans

goes to the bar down the street where the old men drink
shot and a beer, he relives his glory days
he's just another man who can't get out of jersey
he's just a stain i used to think was a friend

johnny's coming home
he couldn't make it on his own
he couldn't pay his bills
he simply couldn't make his loans
well he thought he'd pull it off
but he couldn't pull it off
and he had to make the call
and he had to take the bus
johnny's coming home
he couldn't make it on his own
not like me

i wonder if he likes living with his parents
i wonder if he likes mowing the lawn
i wonder if he ever thinks about me
i wonder if he knows he's already dead

i been here for years
doing this on my own
living all alone
and if i'm lonely
if i'm sad
at least i'm not living with mom and dad

johnny's coming home
Track Name: Not That Dead
well, i heard she got married to the first guy she met who was too dumb or scared to think to call her on her shit
and i heard he moved back to new jersey with his parents
you can see him mow the lawn every sunday after church
i live in new york where i'm living out the dream
even though i'm poor as shit
and i'm never fucking sober
and my stomach's rotting out
cause i don't have time to eat
and i have a bad apartment in an inconvenient neighborhood

but i wouldn't change a thing about my life
i can't go back
i'm not that dead

i could wake up every morning
and walk my mother's dog
then off to wawa for some breakfast and it's off to my high school
i teach a bunch of sophomores the catcher in the rye
but i really give detention cause they never fucking read
i can't go back
i sold my car
i burned all my bridges
i deleted all my contacts
now i'm living on my own
in an unfamiliar city
where my parents never visit
and i'm finally fucking free

but i wouldn't change a thing about my life
i'm happy just to be away from you
stop calling me i'm never coming home
i can't go back
i'm not that dead