My Life As A Vice Cop

by Rebuild/Repair

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We're not punk and you're telling everyone

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released September 15, 2015

Jason - Brown notes
Randall - Yellow notes
Kelly - Hitting stuff

All songs written by Randall
Engineered and mixed by Rebuild/Repair in Edmonton, Alberta
Mastered by Jamie Sitar at Outta Town Sound in Gonor, Manitoba

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Rebuild/Repair Edmonton, Alberta

Moe's Tavern....Hold on, I'll check. Uh, hey, everybody! I'm a stupid moron with an ugly face and a big butt and my butt smells and I like to kiss my own butt.

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Track Name: My Life As A Vice Cop
When you shake hands with the worst examples it's hard to stand apart
When your actions contradict your convictions the truth shines on your heart

Don't talk to me of compromise and strong ideals
Good intentions tossed aside for the comforting black and white
When you come to find me they'll be knocking down your door
Too late to consider anything you stand for

When you wake up with the weight of guilt upon you it's hard to act so smart
When you lay down with the traitors and the thieves the truth shines on your heart

When the party is over where were you going to go
When the party is over and there's no going home
When the moment is over where were you going to go
When your life is a mess and there's no going home
Track Name: Zero Days
Each day, the same
Start with the best intentions
But I lie awake with the blood rushing through my ears
And the wheels will fall off when I hit the ditch again
A familiar feeling, try to make it through a desperate pretense

See it coming again
A disembodied vision of an unrecognisable man

Each day, the same
Same moves, the same game replays
I'm watching from the sidelines when I fumble again
As the players walk off I'm left alone again
Mistakes mounting
Get the same result each time in the end

See it coming again
A disembodied vision of an unrecognisable man
See it coming again and again
Each day repeats the last
I recognise the place I'm in

One day I'll get it together

I'd wish for nothing if I could start again
I'd wish for no one to be the man I am

A devil lives inside of me, in my heart
It always gets the best of me and things fall apart