American Idle, Vol. 1

by The fundaMentals

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Dead City Blues I'm a 21st Century son of a bitch in the city that never dreams Rolled into town, just That Kid From Somewhere in a rock and roll machine Took a wide-eyed look around and as far as the eye could see, it was Deadbeats and barflies, girls and gasoline Dead City Blues Born with a smirk and a barb wire heart, I didn't come here to compromise Soul survivor of the overkill, I'm a shotgun at a pillow fight Legendary, corrupt or dead, whatever's gonna get you through the night Salute the ragged Glory, life is toxic by design Dead City Blues Bridge: I'm a big time bum Take me to the trouble and throw me in the deep end Deadbeats and barflies, girls and gasoline Dead City Blues
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Where The Sun Don't Shine Ain't here to be your savior You won't nail me to your cross Excuse my bad behavior But I been running with the dogs Rolling like a freight train On the wrong side of the tracks On the dark side of the city You only see in photographs Chorus I'm a bad attitude in a cheap pair of sneakers, a legend in my mind I'm the rock and roll thunder that's exploding from your speakers, back from the borderline Just because it glitters, you believe it's solid gold But it ain't gonna sparkle when you stick it where the sun don't shine History's repeating It's the art of telling lies If you can't take the beating Then you won't get to testify Hanging at the pool hall Drinking too much beer Scratching on the 8 ball I can't remember why I'm here
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It Ain't Pretty (Bein' Easy There's a madness to my method, there's trouble in the air They're selling new hope for the wretched yeah, like anyone still cares From the distance that I'm looking, life is short and death is long I'll admit I been a lot of things but I can't say that I've been wrong Chorus It ain't pretty bein' easy, it ain't easy bein' king There's a restless darkness coming and it's closer than you think Anyone can tell you the truth cuts deep but it cuts clean It ain't pretty bein' easy, it ain't easy bein' free There's a brashness to my legend, or so it would appear Whatever pipe dream you've been chasing, Kid, you ain't gonna find it here Compassion's left town for the weekend, and the empathy is gone Cause I'll admit I've seen a lot of things that would make your blood run cold
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Crooked Like Chicago Yeah that's a gun in my pocket cause I ain't that glad to see ya Everything about you just screams the word deranged Don't look at me like I'm gonna be the one to free ya On your way to crash and burn and you got yourself to blame Chorus Crooked like Chicago You're bitter cold You're crooked like Chicago Down in your soul Staring up at the stars from the gutter thru the bright red glow of neon If your phone never rings, you can assume that it was me Wasted all your yesterdays slow dancing with your demons You've become a whisper even sailors won't repeat Chorus Crooked like Chicago You're bitter cold You're crooked like Chicago Down in your soul
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We Has Seen The Enemy There's blood on the money, when the truth slips thru the cracks Sent Johnny to Peckerneckistan, and he ain't comin' back We put the hip in hypocrite, and we keep some in reserve Tryin' to make us respectable's like polishing a turd Don't believe anything you hear And only half of what you see Chorus We has seen the enemy We has seen the enemy We has seen the enemy And they is us Standin' on the corner, got some jabroni in my ear Tells me “You don't have to put up your guard, cause it could never happen here” Says “We'll give you money, and that's just as good as cash” Didn't spark my interest so I lit my foot off in his ass The world's in a downward spiral, I'm not here to save the day The bullshit that goes viral, apocalyptic matinee I'm tired of watching the monkeys swingin' on the Youtube vine Just take a step back and let me light it up one more time Can't believe anything you hear And only half of what you see Chorus
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Dropping Bombs On Babylon Dropping bombs on Babylon You'll be king but not for long Contentment's for the dead and dying Resentment ain't gonna get you where you wanna go Chorus This is for all you forgotten rebels who've been shot in the face by love Standing in the shadows, waiting for your time to come I got no ax to grind so let me put your mind at ease You can join the party but you got to bring your own disease One more sad chapter in your life "Just Be Yourself" was some bad advice Fast-tracked to hell in most religions We'll watch you go, broadcast via satellite Chorus

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released September 23, 2018

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The fundaMentals Port Charlotte, Florida

Influenced by everything from Pink Floyd to AC/DC to The Stooges, The 'Mentals tear it up with an unapologetically neo- classic/ garage-adelic rock sound, for the love of rock and roll.
Don Bathrick: Vocals & guitar
Danger Dan Goodnight: Lead guitar
Dave Gravelin: Drums, percussion, chimichangas
Heather Straw: Bass, vocals
Mary Tero: Keyboards, vocals
“Whiskey” Dick Young: Bass, guitar, haircut
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