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The First Division

by Lawful Killing

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Dave is the man that does what he can, if he can’t do it then nobody can Dave is the man that can never lack, even if you give him ten times of your flack. If he can’t do it, then nobody can. Man enough for something, tough enough for fucking, doubling down on absolutely nothing Dave has fame that proceeds his name with the aim of the game for you to know... Unlawful Dave at your disposal!
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We Are L.K. 02:10
So many people, they’re playing in bands, They’re singing their lyrics but they don’t understand, They hit those chords with their nail polished hands, They prance on stage with their punk romance. When we bust down the gleaming doors Our signal pumping right through the floor We’ll rock your back bone until it’s straight We’ll pound you senseless, til you take the bait. I don’t know, who the fuck wants in But we’ll keep fighting all the mortal sin With each and everyone in this troop Now I’ll tell you the names of my raging group! Thad and Oscar on guitars Joe McMahon, he hits em hard Olly Coyne, he shreds them strings We are Lawful Killing, and we’re fucking everything!
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If you can’t stand their demands for things to go to plan then what... (do you do)? Plant your head up their ass, just that fast you can’t (see a thing) Sure, you can just ignore all their laws but in the end (you’ll lose) Sign your name on the line and join my new (gang of goons) Verbal turns to blood curdle turns to they gurgle - way too fast (too soon) Protection from the infection of their election to the top (of the queue) If you can’t contain your rage or put it in a cage then you must (join soon) Repeat exactly after me, with such ease and turn yourself (to a loon) The New Move Has risen! If You Want Some action! Join The LKFD First division!
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Fake it til you make it that’s your plan Tough guy act doesn’t make you a man As hard as you are when surrounded in a farce Can’t even throw a punch when put to the task It’s just more and more of the same Ink on your body to cover up your shame Every single fight was made to measure A one on one with one of us, there’s nothing I’d like better. Ducking from suckers who’ll do nothing Probably half a mile against goons who’ll do something Now you’ve been exposed and explored Everyone knows your occupation Is fraud!
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The blood of the slaughtered lamb Drains out of the wound onto land The sister soils of generations old Lines eviscerate what brothers had drawn I can’t look away Fathers’ lips are sealed We can’t turn away Mothers’ wounds won’t heal Crossing the line for the last time If they even make it out alive Mass exchange in the final fight Surrender through suicide than submit their pride. I can’t look away Trauma paves the fray We can’t turn away Tradition of restriction Partition of the Indians Restriction of tradition Partition of the Indians
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Saint's Cure 02:33
Ashes always ashes and dust goes to dust, Open in thy name and then waddle in the muck Religion with a stick Beat em a little bit Thicker than a brick They just don’t know when to quit A course for the poor Throw your money at a wall In the back pocket Goes more and more Oh god almighty they know now what they do Except the ones escaping out of the back from view CURE OF THE SAINT Their wealth no help on the final judgment day Courageous old trick Now they’ll get a good kick There’s not just one Saint So please take your pick! Your wrists on the chopping board. Cure of the saint
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Coin Toss 01:46
You open up your shops, Yes I know your type. Leeches flock around and I don’t know why. You pedal the metal, that shiny reward The people none the wiser now their wallets ain’t full. Coin toss Your loss Smashing on the buttons til you light up your fruit. Stashing up the cash til you lose all your loot Flooding onto pavements for your fag butt fix The owner robbing you with the smack of his lips. Coin Toss Your loss You’ve been around forever, yes I know your kind. Money wasting people while you waste their lives. I’ll pedal some metal right into your shop, So I’ll be the one laughing when the coin is next tossed.
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So we got dragged through the dirt and it hurt Bubble and squeak, the crop of the cream (boom and bust, hit the dust) Not cool enough... for any of your stuff. Label fables, sell you half a story to convince you’re stable Label fables dangling a thread in front to paw like cable Label fables offering a seat for you at the table Labels fables, fairy tales Has been old men - on the throne, gaze of stone Circle jerk of all their fellow clerks The boss of being out of touch (Project on me and you’ll see) Rough and tough vs sensitive fluff
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Backdraft 02:45
Bedraggled and beat, they're on the street, can you feel the heat? They're shooting up lots of god knows what and they're getting it hot til it melts and rots. Backdraft Can you smell that? Backdoor of the city, a backdraft creeps in carrying cries of the pity. Am I a guilty man turning around where I can? Bearing all that is grand so I can fill up their hands? Backdraft Can you smell that? Would you even try for? Would you even cry for? Would you even die for?
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Back in this bottomless hole Decisions repeating their flow Cyclical sphere sided sucker punch swinging round Dipping ducking diving down one wrong move and that’s my count OH Slap in the face cuz I gotta get with it Kneeling in the soil at my grave that Im digging My foot’s on the ladder Under the bridge like a troll, Pouncing to be paid the toll Self absorbed until I’m forced to face the facts of recourse Cables taught round my thoughts, I’m getting back up on the horse Hammer to the head cuz I didn’t get with it Diving in the dirt, to my grave That I’ve finished Pats on the back ain’t the way I’m gonna leave it Content in the mirror, that’s how I will be preachin Climbing up the ladder, I just gotta make it Reaching for the rung, all I gotta do is take it I’m almost up that ladder Top of the ladder.

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released June 22, 2022

Music Recorded at Fuzzbrain Studios by Ben Spence
Vocals Recorded by Christy O'Connor
Mixed by Scott Rockingham
Mastered by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air Studios
Cover Art by Jack Hamilton

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Ben
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