1. |
R.N.R.A.D.Y.
02:56
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Gotta turn off my TV,
Can't stand what I see,
It's driving me insane.
Smash your radio,
Because we told you so,
And don't be another drone...
They thought it was dead,
Was only in their head,
Rock N Roll Ain't Dead Yet.
Don't want us around,
They didn't like our sound
Rock n Roll Ain't Dead Yet
They didn't want us here,
We drink way too much beer,
Rock n Roll Ain't Dead Yet
They didn't want us in town,
'cuz we're not the hipster sound,
Rock n Roll Ain't Dead Yet
Gotta turn off VH1,
It's making you all dumb,
You're a bunch of fucking drones.
And corporate radio is cool cuz they say so,
Now you are a clone.
They thought it was dead,
Was only in their head,
Rock N Roll Ain't Dead Yet.
Don't want us around,
They didn't like our sound
Rock n Roll Ain't Dead Yet
They didn't want us here,
We drink way too much beer,
Rock n Roll Ain't Dead Yet
They didn't want us in town,
'cuz we're not the hipster sound,
Rock n Roll Ain't Dead Yet
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2. |
Infinite Destiny
02:26
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A twist of the throttle towards infinite destiny,
Speed limits are just too slow for me.
Gonna hit the road,
No matter where it takes me.
A lonesome highway of two lane blacktop,
Speedo's pegged and you know I won't stop.
Adrenaline feeds me.
There's nothing like the open road,
It's the place you can lose your heavy load,
Another burden some place in your head,
You've gotta keep your focus on,
On that road ahead.
There's nothing like the open road,
It's the place you can lose your heavy load,
Another burden some place in your head,
You've gotta keep your focus on,
On that road ahead.
A twist off the bottle and I speed toward my destiny,
Hope the hell this ain't the end of me.
Cuz where I'm heading someone's waiting.
I turn my eyes
To the dead of night
And hope the hell I make it out alive
And then we'll do it all again.
There's nothing like the open road,
It's the place you can lose your heavy load,
Another burden some place in your head,
You've gotta keep your focus or,
You could wind up dead.
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3. |
It Didn't Quite Work Out
02:09
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Well I thought getting high and drinking beer
Would be a really cool career
Playing rock n roll on the side.
I soon found out without a doubt
It doesn't always quite work out
Like you hope and dream before.
Well I left high school years ago
Here I am, Lo and Behold
All my bills, Now I'm upside down.
Stuck at a job I cannot stand
Life didn't quite work like I planned,
Now I've got nowhere to go.
Well I'm really broke,
And that's no joke,
I spent every last dime that I had.
I spent it on beer, cars, guitars
and all that evil Rock n Roll,
Well you know I got so messed up
That I had to pawn my soul.
I know to you,
this may seem
We're just following crazy dreams
it's the only thing that'll make me smile.
Spending weekends off, out on the road
Getting drunk and getting stoned
You know somehow we'll always make it home...Here we go!
Well I'm really broke,
And that's no joke,
I spent every last dime that I had.
I spent it on drugs, cars, guitars
and all that evil Rock n Roll,
Well you know we got so fucked up
That I had to sell my soul.
I know to you,
this may seem
We're just following crazy dreams
it's the only thing that'll make me smile.
Spending weekends off, out on the road
Getting drunk and getting towed
You know somehow we'll always make it home
Well you know somehow we gotta make it home.
Well how the fuck are we ever gonna make it...?
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4. |
American Idle
02:02
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5. |
The Scam
03:25
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The upside down cross we bear,
Reign or serve to a master who ain't there,
Our intelligent thoughts are due in part,
From the blue blood that's pumped by our black hearts.
Your book declares what I do ain't fair,
Well that's tough luck,
Because you know I don't give a fuck.
Our numbers growing, while your numbers dwindle,
Soon is the coming,
To the end of your swindle.
Your faith is fear of death.
Your prayers are wasted breath.
Your faith is fear of...
An infallible pope, is just the latest
of an ancient running joke.
They're congregating in their circles in Rome,
All awaiting the puff of white smoke.
Your faith is fear of death.
Your prayers are wasted breath.
Your faith is fear of...
Zealots are, Jealous and, zealots are...
Do it all for Allah
Blow up the innocent
with a deafening "hurrah"
Their faith is fear of...
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6. |
Drinkin' Again
02:11
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8. |
Horror Movie Night 2015
01:43
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9. |
The Lonely Surfer
02:10
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10. |
Loved Ones
03:48
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THE OUTSIDERS PBR Shapleigh, Maine
Though the lineup of players may have changed over 18 years and hundreds of shows, the resolve remains the same: "R.N.R.A.D.Y." an acronym for their collective mantra, "Rock n Roll Ain't Dead Yet". A fiery hybrid of punk rock, metal, surf and hillbilly performed with such fervor that will surely have many a passer-by nodding slowly in agreement. ... more
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