The Back Room Sessions
by Myles Deck and the Fuzz
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Wildbunch
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Dead Eye
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Killin' Machine
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about
Recorded at Back Room Studios in Toronto, June 2010.
These are tracks are unmastered.
These are tracks are unmastered.
credits
released 01 March 2011
Thanks to Chris from DCT for putting up the cash for the recording and getting us loaded.
Thanks to Chris from DCT for putting up the cash for the recording and getting us loaded.
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- Track Name: Wildbunch
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We're a wild bunch
They call us an outlaw gang
They gonna string us up
From the gallow poles we'll hang
But we don't give a fuck
We got the devil on our side
By the way of the gun we have come
To take the redskins' hides
I wear a necklace made of human ears
By my side hang the scalps
Of the savages I kill
Through the desert brush
On heavy horse we ride
Goin' down to the valley below
To take the redskins by surprise
We're a wild bunch
They call us an outlaw gang
We don't give a fuck
We got the devil in our ranks
Here we come
Spreading carnage far and wide
Cause it's the thrill of the hunt and the kill
That keeps us satisfied
Goin' down to the valley below
To take the redskins by surprise
By the way of the gun we have come
To take the redskins' hides
Take the redskins' hides - Track Name: Dead Eye
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If you're gonna run your
If you're gonna run your mouth
Hey we're gonna shoot ya
Hey we're gonna shoot ya down
Quick draw in the street
I can see you're frightened
Quick draw in the street
I can see you're scared
You can beat your chest
Utter idle threats
I don't really matter baby
I'm the best
Everybody knows I'm the deadest shot around
No room for both of us
No room for both of us in this town - Track Name: Killin' Machine
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I was just a troubled boy from some old skid row town
Pedal to the metal, tryin' to get the lead out
Raisin' hell on a Saturday night
I was just a troubled boy with nothin' left to lose
So I joined the army cause there's nothin' left to do
It was my first day on the job
They strapped me to a chair
Shaved off all my hair, made me feel proud
Everything I know is goin' down
Second day on the job
They taught me to shoot a gun
They dulled all my pain and now
I'm having so much fun
By the time I'm done this song,
Believe me it won't be long
Your friends will all be dead
Run through with my bayonet
Hear the bombs drop on your roof
Our sights are set on you
You must be terrified
When we land you're gonna die
Be a killin' machine
Be all that you can be
Be a killin' machine
I was just a troubled boy from some old skid row town
Now I'm a general, decorated with medals
Still just a punk lookin' for a fight
The few, the proud, the strong
The poster on the wall
The brochure in your hand
The future calls...
