Volatile Bag Lady

Listening to the podcast ‘This Is Criminal’ and heard the phrase “volatile bag lady”. Such an odd thing to say, but can also make sense…though how often are we talking about crazy bag ladies and needing to describe them as being volatile? Yea, I’d hope not much. So naturally I decided to write a punk song about it. Like old school punk with little or no course and the song is under a minute! One, two, three, four …

 

Here I am, here I am

Out on the streets, a volatile bag lady

You don’t want to meet

Matted dirty hair, with gross and rooting teeth

I sleep where I can, and rarely get to eat

I used to go to doctors, I’d take my kids to school

Now here I am a bag lady, and I’m life’s fucking fool

My day starts whenever, and ends when it does

I smoke a few butts, get half a sandwhich

And I’ll drink cough syrup for a buzz

Here I am, here I am

No, wait, please don’t see

This is someone else’s life, it really can’t be me

I try and hide my face, just to bury the shame

So here I am, here I am

Out on the streets, a volatile bag lady

With no one left to love me.

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Horror of War

I finally got to watch the movie Fury and found it horrifyingly awesome. I love war movies in general but have never seen one about tanks. War is hell is a common phrase and man does it ring true. I couldn’t imagine going through what GIs faced during WWII. Or any war, for that matter. I channeled my inner Lemmy (Motorhead) and wrote this song while watching the movie.

Livin’ in the metal, rumbling over ground

Can’t hear a damn thing, that don’t matter

We blow up every fucking town.

Furys’ our name, others got one too

We used to be human, but this goddamn war

Strips every ounce from you.

Rollin’ through the country, better watch that treeline

Tigers, Panzers, hide in bushes

It’s a deadly firing line.

 

Doin’ God’s work!

We fight for what’s right!

Rollin’ dice both day & night,

We’ve come to destroy the Third Reich!

 

Fear becomes your best friend, Like your father talking to you

It ain’t what you been taught

But it’s what you gotta do.

Close your hatch, it’s a battle, fire those big guns

Friends will die, you’ll be scarred

Keep killing till we’ve won.

 

We’re doin’ God’s Work!

We fight for what’s right!

Rollin’ dice both day & night,

We’ve come to destroy the Third Reich!