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Demo

by VULTURE SHOCK

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1.
Kicked awake in the mornin, got ticketed for snoring police were making their morning park rounds i knew that it was unfair but arguing would get me nowhere so i put on my trousers and headed on downtown then i noticed this po-lice guy giving me the stink eye he was wearin a pork chop frown patted my pockets even the one on my chest till i found enough change for some breakfast but i seen the red and blues just as soon as i set my bag down he said "son you cant sit here" i said "sure i can i'm a paying customer" with stern authority he told me loitering's a misdemeanour and when he gave me the fine i knew i would not get to dine believe me, i get this shit all the time but i digress, it don't matter what they say i did i'll never pay no fine but thanks for all the ass-wipe, pig All these charges laid here built up steadily over all these years i forgot about them and kept on making my way but all those tickets used to wipe my ass it turns out they still want the cash and they'll hold my life hostage to try and make me pay no, it never made no sense but they put those tickets on my license you know there's always gonna be a catch rather than give up my stash i filled a jerry can with gas went to icbc and i struck up a match cause fuck that! i'll still use those tickets to wipe my ass you tried to make me pay, but it doesn't mean that i will ever change
2.
Well I see the way that you look at me and i love the way you follow me everywhere I go we're not a match made in heaven this you and i both surely must know but i think about you before i even see you some things are left better untouched i know that it breaks your heart when i don't come around every day and sometimes i can even hear you cry when i get away i'm sorry secret shopper, we can not be together not today not tomorrow not on your time not ever you're a rent-a-pig and i'm a lowly shoplifter so i do not think that we can be together I never meant to steal your heart but when you put a price tag on things i can't tell them apart you know it doesn't have to be this way if you just open up your dumpster and let me in today without your company things would be a paradise everywhere i go i feel ya there your stare as cold as ice face blocks every aisle and i just can't get away thats why i'm not paying for a single fuckin thing today
3.
everyone today well theyre just a commodity they’re a product in a market saturated in quantity and i guess that sits just fine well it sits just fine with me cause I’m a junk store find you can’t give me away for free but the bureaucrats smile their pointed tooth grins at the length of the paper trail betting on the odds that the system’s so rigged and we’re all destined to fail laughin and snickerin as we chase our own tails I’m not chasin nothin anymore gonna sit here till I’m full of bedsores i’ll be growing rust gathering dust flying a sign that says nowhere or bust cause graffiti scrawled on a bathroom stall means more to me than you could ever at all and it’ll be there long after you fall sometimes its hard just to budget in a shower when you’re living hand to mouth and you’re counting down the hours in contrast the towers tower, cars they all cower submitting to their total and unrelenting power but today we’ll discuss collateral damage and who is expendable whats good for the economy and which market trends we’ll swallow never mind all that just dangle a carrot and we’ll follow
4.
What a Dick 03:25
You know i aint no gambling man but i'd bet on definitely not and i bet you that i'd win and i'm gonna throw it all on one roulette spin cuz i ain't giving up my life of sin And jesus christ, man he don't sound like much fun but what do you expect from an only son But i could give him a little of my time if he'd just come on back and turn my water into wine While we’re on the subject look at all the blood thats been spilled its a roll of the dice in which gods name you’ll be killed while the soldiers shoot each other and the clergy drinks from golden cups you’d think an omnipotent would come and clear this whole mess up but go damn he’s absent as the rest of the lot proof of divinity? well that’s a long shot all modern society absorbed in ancient text still acting like neanderthals well what the fuck do you expect god ain’t dead cause god never lived he’s fairytale he’s fiction he’s pretend and when you’re dead will you’ve really lived when you’ve spent all your time trying to impress your imaginary friend well I think god’s a dick I know i don't know and no i don't know why we are so obsessed with where we go when we die and how we don't see any irony that we're killing eachother for the same principal beliefs it makes the point pointless and i hate to point it out but everyone could use a healthy shot of god-doubt when there’s nothin there i won’t say i told you so i’ll just sit back and laugh bitterly, in the mean time though
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Quit yer job 02:17
I get up to go to work every single day my face is rubbed in shit for even shittier pay I'm a slave to the customer in distress to my manager I am trying to impress but I am not gonna impress him anymore I'm walking right out the door and I'm not gonna mop the fucking store do i look like your little whore? Washing your windows and you're paying me in soap for a forty hour work week, how will i ever cope with this wage? I can barely pay them bills, how will i ever get my thrills? Everyday seems like i'm working for less, i'm un-valued, i'm a number at best, it feels so wrong, it feels like incest, it's time i give this shit a rest! Am I turning into what I swore I'd always hate? Sacrificing my soul for these pieces of 8 Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, so sick of this shit today i'm sleeping in. Today i fucking quit! I quit I quit Today I fucking quit. It's not that I hate working, I just hate working here repetitious, redundant, monotony, year after year drives me insane And I know the corporate agenda so get the message i'm trying to send ya you can work for yourself it's a bigger reward no stabs from any corporate sword grow a garden or dumpster dive, it's your own accord when you're not trying to buy happiness it's easy to afford Going back to scrounging pennies for a bottle of wine going back to doing nothing, all the fucking time and i'm free. I don't need a ton of money, a couple dollars a day is sweet like honey besides we all work for the wrong reasons like picking cherries in the wrong season it's time we stop committing treason!
6.
I'd like to pitch a plan to the problem plaguing me and you this infestation of boys in blue We'll have ourselves a piggy roast, we'll eat that pork with beans on toast we'll start out at the doughnut shop when hunting for the heads of cops If you see us coming you better run, run, run, if you're dumb enough to don a badge and gun, gun, gun We'll slit your throat, skew you on a stake, a dead cop can't retaliate in the middle of town there is a great big pile, you can see it for miles and miles... But I don't eat pork.. Too bad! Kill the police, eat their bodies, so they can't come back as zombies shish-ka-dead-cop, yum yum yum Next we'll torture every five-o for a confession bout every time they had to teach someone a lesson But none will live, we'll spare no one some will be shot with their own gun or handcuffed to a great big tree and tasered until their eyes do bleed Then we'll build a great big bonfire to cook all the pork that the force did hire Everyone will come to the fire so bright we'll feast on officer stew all night, we'll drink the blood, dance a jig, sing our song to every roasting pig! Is it kosher? Who cares! Kill the police, eat their bodies so they can't come back as zombies Shish-ka-dead-cop, yum, yum, yum When morning comes, the townsfolk can't believe they no longer live under tyranny. "Hooray!" They cry. "Every cop is dead! And to boot we were all well fed." They wish to thank this mysterious gang for a job well done But no one will find us, it will seem that we've vanished It will seem that we have gone But our memory will linger on Every time they sing this song. And they all sing... We're going to Kill the police, eat their bodies so they can't come back as zombies Shish-ka-dead-cop, yum, yum, yum
7.
One day I was drinking in my favorite alleyway barely thinking I was sipping, enjoying some wine and the morning sunshine When along came a man, trying to tell me his master plan about how i should get a job, stop being such a fucking slob Stop being a bum, society's scum, wasting your life in a gallon drum and I said, "No, thanks. I'd rather sit on the fence while you all dig that useless trench." and he walked away. Didn't even cross my thought, but he must have been an undercover cop and I must have pissed him off something furious threw a rock at his wasp nest cuz the next moment I knew, around the corner a cop car flew with two piggies looking at me, shaking their heads disappointedly "We've had complaints, son." I said "I ain't done nothing wrong" They said "That's what you think." As they grabbed my bottle and dumped my drink "Into the car you go." I said "I got rights you know!" As they grabbed my arm and they maced my face "We don't make laws, we keep em' in place!" I hate cops. And the next morning when they let me out I was so happy I began to shout, to buy that bottle that departed finish off what I started Down the street I skipped, on that bottle of sherry I sipped and thought what a joke the police force is, ignoring real crimes and picking on kids Down the street there is a man selling crack to twelve year old kids like a lunch time snack and somewhere on the freeway, mass murderers are getting away And there is a rapist babysitting for you, your daughter she's only two but the pigs only got eyes for me and they are coming as soon as they finish their coffee and take their last bite of muffin. Because they're on diets these days Are they there to protect and serve? I think they are there to get on my nerves I think they are there to protect the wealthy and keep the economy healthy Safe street act is kicking the poor right out the back door do they want us dead? I think they might but they aren't gonna do it without a fight. Badges, billyclubs, uniforms (tasers,) and guns, all are tools to wreck my, funny how they go out of their way, to talk to me every single day, cuz I don't do nothing wrong besides get drunk and sing this song, so you can fuck off you fucking pig, hold my sherry while your grave I dig! I hate cops. You might not be drinking in some alley When they decide to come for you. You might be sitting in your own home That's why I hate cops and you should too. I hate cops.
8.
No leftover powder and a pair of bloodshot eyes Fuzzy, patch laden memory, well it comes as no surprise I don't need no hair of the dog, I'm gonna need the whole damn hide and a dark little corner where I can confide. Now I'm not saying that it won't ever happen again Because it can. And it will. Now it's just a matter of prolonging the inevitable with another can. With another swill Guess I'll just worry about it tomorrow when my head is pounding So wet brained well, I think I'm drowning Gag reflex, bad case of the shakes Guess i'll never learn from my mistakes. Think I smoked my weight in those dirty old cigarettes I've been quit ten years now but I always seem to forget and if I smell a (insert awful beer here) I'm just gonna wretch It's a sickness I don't want to have to catch Now I'm looking for some sort of cure like beer and clam, a handful of pills But the best solution always seems to come from a clan that owns a still. Guess I'll just worry about it tomorrow when my head is pounding So wet brained, well, I think I'm drowning Gag reflex, bad case of the shakes Guess I'll never learn from my mistakes.

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released February 25, 2017

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VULTURE SHOCK Vancouver, British Columbia

Circling down from the skies of coastal BC, this talonted trio are clawing their way to the bottom. Despite being told to stop countless times they strive to carrion. Scavenging styles from mountain folk and street thrash, they are riding the tail feathers of the acoustic punk tradition.

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