Talk Is Cheap, Guns Are Expensive

by Chatterbox and the Latter Day Satanists

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released November 4, 2013

Micah Butler - Guitar/Vox
Aidan Allen - Bass
Richard Thomas - Drums
Ian Morrissey - Saxophone
Nick Carter - Violin
Bobby Davis - Banjo
Allen Cooke - Dobro

Recorded by Duncan Honeycutt
Mixed by Nick Carter and Duncan Honeycutt
Mastered by Jorma Kucsmas
Album art by Darby Lee Jones

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Chatterbox and the Latter Day Satanists is a DIY folk punk band based in Boulder, CO /// MicahButler.Guitar&Vox // AidanAllen . Bass // RichardThomas . Drums // IanMorrissey . Saxophone // NickCarter . Violin // BobbyDavis.Banjo //AllenCooke.Dobro ///

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Track Name: Bright & Shining Morning Star
Who are you to tell me where I go when I die?
Maybe some of us had the gall to ask, why?
But if that's all it takes, you burn in hell for one mistake,
It looks like your god is the bad guy, in that case,
and if my mistakes lead me down the same path as my friends,
I'll see them in hell when this ends.

And when you look at it like that it looks like God wins in sin,
Maybe him and Satan share the same suit of skin,
Whether that be a greater entity within,
Every single person I've met since my descent.
And I'm not saying God is wrong, I'm just saying that you are,
You've got to read the script if you want to play the part,
But what you don't know, that was destroyed long ago,
When those power hungry bastards took control.

And I'm not saying God is wrong, I'm just saying that you are,
You've got to read the script if you want to play the part,
But what you don't know, that was destroyed long ago,
When those power hungry bastards took control.
Track Name: Karma Joke Dharma Folk
Well I've been thinkin' about, how karma's a joke,
'Cause I've seen so many good goddamn people going broke,
and Mr. Friendly banker got the promotion of his life,
and then he drove straight home, and he beat his faithful wife,
He wasn't satisfied, with taking your job,
Or all those struggling people, he'll help his bosses rob,
When your drunken with power, you try and make others feel weak,
And our country's run by morons and sociopathic freaks.

Bad things happen to good people, now that's just a fact,
Demons play golf and drink martinis, while children are attacked,
It's a fucked up world we live in evil never finishes last,
There was a time when it wasn't like this,
Please help me bring it back.

And it doesn't take much of anything to make an order to kill,
But I dare you to look in the eyes of whose blood you made spill,
And on career day I hope you'll show you're kids what you do,
I bet they'll be proud to tell their friends,
"My dad kills kids, just like you."

I cant deny I've thought about, putting a gun into my mouth,
and about them finding me cold on the floor at my house,
but how I'm feeling now i don't wanna be dead,
So until that day comes I'll keep my brains in my head.

Bad things happen to good people, and you wanna know why?
Because the world hates you, and the world hates me,
and the world fuckin' hates everybody,
How's it the "land of the free" or the "home of the brave"?
When this land's run by greed, and the working class slaves
But your futile disguise, will mock all their lies,
So don't be so damn blind and just open your eyes.
Track Name: Sick & Tired
Get a job is what they say, life ain't free you gotta pay,
For every fucking thing,
And in this day and age, the artists starve and musicians spange,
But I guess it could be worse,
We're better off than the cops, those wicked fucks are gonna rot,
In hell, when they die,
But you and me will be there too, and this shit gives me the blues,
But hell is just this earth.

I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired, of being sick and tired, of being sick and tired, of being sick and fucking tired.

We know the power that you hold, but my obedience can't be sold,
and I burned all of my white flags,
You tried to bury me alive, with all the rest that managed to survive,
But we'll climb out of this hole,
And on that day the dead will rise, take back their lives through your demise, and on that day I'll take my first breath,
And as the sun breaks through a cloud of smog and the enlightened few shut down their blogs,
Beauty has come in death.

I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired, of being sick and tired, of being sick and tired, of being sick and fucking tired.
Track Name: Sobriety Song
They tell you all their lies if you get high you'll lose your brain,
But in reality it's just a way to keep you slightly sane,
A friend with weed is a friend indeed, they'll help you liberate the daze,
And narcotics create a way to vent, but leave you drowning in the haze.
Alcohol will fuck you up, you'll be surprised what you'll endure,
But sobriety is the hardest drug, I'll tell you that for sure.

Of course you'll never die from it, your heart will never cease,
But one thing that's inevitable, you'll release a savage beast,
A monster with insomnia will start to protrude from your head,
and you might as well just give up now, cause he'll never go to bed,
but i'll never try and say it'll make your mind go long astray,
Cause I've learned a lot from all the drugs I've done in my own day,
But I never really used it till the high had gone away,
So i'll search for the same answers as i add to my decay.

Well, now I'm locked within this room, and I'm on a different plane,
I'm not old enough to need one, but now I'm clinging to my cane,
Cause it's all that's keeping me from my own plummet down to hell,
And I'm on the devil's doorstep, and I know it damn too well,
But when I reach the door I won't even have to knock,
Because my presence in his kingdom will make his whole house fucking rock, and when I reach the door I'll pull my dagger from that cane,
And i'll lodge the thing right through his skull, straight to his fucking brain
And amongst my own laughter, they'll be blood exploding from his eye,
And I never thought i'd see the day when I made Lucifer cry,
That uptight bastard lost his blade, he was just to fucking tense,
When all he really needed was a fix of mental consciousness.
Track Name: Been Runnin'
I've been runnin', I've been runnin' down that line,
Been runnin' down that line for quite some time,
And I've been living, I've been living this life,
Been living this life for quite some time,
And I've been dying, I've been dying all my life
I'm slowly fucking dying all the time,
And I've been runnin', I've been runnin' with a knife,
Ive been runnin' for my life,
And they are close behind.

And they've been diggin', they've been diggin' my grave,
And I'm not the kind of person to be saved,
I see hatred, I see hatred in their eyes,
In they're goddamn deceitful lying eyes,
And I hear fear, I hear fear in their words,
And they're still taking more than they deserve,
There's frozen ice, there's frozen ice on their hearts,
and they're trying to tear us apart,
We've been doomed from the start.

I'm not askin' much, I'm not askin' much of the man,
Just to grow some food on a piece of land,
And don't bother me, don't bother me with your rules,
I don't wanna be a part of your gang of rotten fools,
And I've been dying, I've been dying all my life
I'm slowly fucking dying all the time,
And I've been runnin', I've been runnin' with a knife,
Ive been runnin' for my life,
And they are close behind.
Track Name: For Lack of a Better Name
They'll lock you in a cold steel cage,
If you try to run against the grain,
They want everyone to be the same,
So look out, LOOK OUT.

I just wanna build community,
And become the person I was meant to be,
To reflect the things I wanna see,
In this world,
And I don't want my friends to starve,
Or anyone in that regard,
You're bluffing out, can't play that card,
So fold,
And I don't wanna end up like Rodney King,
Those billy clubs pack quite sting,
Oh God, oh God, please God help me,
And fast,
The old devils are at it again,
But this time they're disguised as some of your friends,
There's no telling when it will end,
If we don't end It.

There's a thousand different reasons why,
Those racist fucks all need to die,
For breeding hate and drawing lines,
In the sand,
From slavery to Jim Crow, and the PIC,
And corporations filled with greed,
They target the poor and those in need,
Then count their cash,
So lock them in their own fucking cage,
Until they wither and decay,
And then make sure their evil ways,
Are exposed,
And I can't do it by myself,
I'm gonna need a lot of help,
But I don't wanna die alone,
Anyway.

And I don't want your fame or wealth,
Just my family, my friends, and my goddamn health,
And take everything that comes my way,
With help,
And so Ill sip that shine just one more time,
With a couple good ol' friends of mine,
And we'll play some songs to pass the time,
Tonight.
Track Name: Albuquerque to Needles
I was sick and tired of sitting around,
So I decided to get the fuck out of town,
I packed up my shit, and got on the road,
There's no better way to be alone,
I thumbed a ride from racist prick, he was so ignorant that it made me sick,
Unwarranted hate in all directions,
I should of killed that fuck for my own protection,
I should of killed that fuck for my own protection.

But I hate to say, it seems these days,
It's probably not his fault, he turned out that way,
Ugly habits passed down through sadistic generations,
Ain't a healthy form of inspiration,
Ain't a healthy form of inspiration.

And it haunts me to think there's millions more like him,
Despise everyone whose different and preach to me about sin,
And from a man whom prejudice so naturally comes,
It makes me fuckin' worry about the life of his son,
Or his daughter, his brother, his sister, his wife,
Till now i had never met a man as cold in my life
And for some god awful reason I was quite alright,
Because my parents genes made my skin tone white,
Because my parents genes made my skin tone white.

But it makes me fuckin' thankful for the place i was raised,
I dodged the fuckin' bullet of their violent ways,
If i hadn't known better I would of started a fight,
With such conflicting beliefs, it made me scared for my life,
But if i could go back now i think that I'd try,
Cause standing up for your values is a good way to die,
Were all people black, brown, yellow, red, tan, or white,
And it doesn't fucking matter which gender you like,
Don't treat people's lives like a goddamn game,
Cause I've got black friends, and brown friends,
and gay ones the same,
And they've been that way since the day the were born,
But racism and hate, is something you've learned,
It's something you learned.
Track Name: Ain't No Gravedigger
You, you've gone away, I'm here to stay,
You won't realize what you have lost,
Not that i do, but i bet i'll see you,
Some other time.

And some other time, they'll kill us all,
Divided we'll fall, united we'll tear down all of their walls,
We'll tear down their walls, they built to enslave,
All of our thoughts, and drive us to our graves.
And they'll drive us to our graves, If we don't behave,
Boy, people get killed for having thoughts like that.

But few will listen, they'll brainwash the kids,
And then they will do it all over again,
It's not the first time it's been said, you might get shot in the head,
Cause people aren't ready for that kind of freedom.

So let's kill them all,
Divided we'll fall, united we'll tear down all of their walls,
We'll tear down their walls, they built to enslave,
All of our thoughts, and make us dig our own graves.
Well they can go dig their own fucking graves
They can go dig their own fucking graves,
Cause I'm not digging my fucking grave,
I'm not digging my fucking grave.

Cause I'm not digging my fucking grave.
Track Name: Dried Up
Well, my past is dryer than the fucking desert,
I milked it like a cactus in Santa Fe,
It's a bit like my home town dried up and wasted,
And sadly it get more like that everyday,
This place is as arid as the Sahara,
Except the ground is covered in two feet of snow,
And I was passed out next to Interstate 25,
And I should have left that spot hours ago.

Sleeping under a bridge is less enjoyable alone,
Though a block of concrete and my own two feet,
Have been as good as any home,
And I come from a town where in our colder months,
The temperature drops more than 15 degrees below,
And incredibly the peoples dry fuckin' stares,
Remain a hundred times colder than the snow.

My past is dryer than the fuckin' desert,
I milked it like a cactus in the sand,
And I drained that motherfucker for all he was worth,
And now I'm stuck here pulling thorns out of my hands.

This routine is getting old,
I think it's started growing mold,
And i just hope that it rains soon,
So these robots will short out.
Track Name: Cellar World
I don't wanna sing about being fucking broke,
I'd like to ask more questions besides, "Do you got a smoke?"
And I think there's something better that I have to say,
But i just can't seem to put my finger on it anyway,
This job I work is draining the life right out of me,
And I feel as though I'm getting farther from truly being free,
They say you gotta play the game, if you're ever gonna break out,
But I slave away all day and I'm still in economic drought.

But I don't care about petty things, materialism is a drag,
But it seems to me this world came attached to a price tag,
Get a life so you can pay your bills and pay your rent,
You'll be appalled to find the truth in how your tax dollars are spent.

I'm too fucking tired, to have any sort of life,
And I'm starting to fear that we've already lost the fucking fight,
But I swear to a god I don't believe in, I haven't given up,
I'm not ready to dig a hole and abandon all my fucks,
But when I think about my lack of faith, it's not entirely true,
Cause I happen to believe in a god thats inside of all of you,
And I'd like to think there might even be a little bit in me,
But only time will tell maybe one day we will see.

This wasteland is too beautiful, there should be much more hope,
Good folks shouldn't have to cope by shooting up with fucking dope,
And I don't know if God exists beyond you and I,
But he's probably hanging out with Satan,
Laughing at us in the sky.

And if that bastard ever intended for us to be free,
Then why'd he create the IRS, FBI, and PIC,
Well fuck it all, does anything matter anyway?
But if were gonna change anything, we should probably start today.

We have no rights, there is no future, but we've gotta take it back,
The gang that controls all our lives, deserves to be attacked,
But I know the chance of any of us being able to make bail,
And revolution will be accompanied by most of us in jail.

And I know I don't have the bail,
And i don't wanna rot in jail,
But I'm sick of things being this way,
This world feels like more of a cell everyday.