McMillan's Monster

by Johnny 2 Fingers & the Deformities

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McMillan’s Monster, made SaskMusic’s Top Ten Best Albums of 2015 and was described as “a delight” by Vice. noisey.vice.com/en_ca/blog/johnny-2-fingers-guitar

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released May 28, 2015

Mixed and recorded by Mike Lefebvre at Sweat Shoppe Studios, Saskatoon Sk
Mastered by Brock McFarlane at CPS Mastering, Vancouver, BC
Johnny 2 Fingers & the Deformities are John Dale, Brett McKay and "Cannonball" Kelly Gower
All songs performed and arranged by Johnny 2 Fingers and the Deformities and Frank Felt sings on Colt .45 and Sausage-like Ladies
All songs written by John Dale, besides Colt .45 and Sausage-like Ladies are written by Frank Felt & John Dale and Death Tomb which is written by John Dale & James Oakley
Cover art by Traci Biemans and John Dale
Special thanks to Gwen Dale, Dan McMillan and Ken Zech

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Johnny 2 Fingers & the Deformities Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan

"Right now, there’s a guitarist from Moose Jaw who might be the saviour of Saskatchewan guitar rock and he’s missing a bunch of his fingers…. Johnny 2 Fingers & the Deformities take their cues from southern-fried boogie rock and infuse it with a boozy belt of punk rock for good measure.” - Ominocity.

Latest album McMillan’s Monster, made SaskMusic’s Top Ten Best Albums of 2015
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Track Name: Ode To Caliostro
A skunk and a spider are sitting up in their loft
Ya, they're looking down, but they're thankful for what they got
They spot the ol' raccoon rummaging through the alley
Tipping over trash cans and filling up his belly

Well the skunk turned to the spider and said, "Would you look at that? "He's letting himself go, he's getting so damn fat!"
Well, the spider took a drag, shook his head and said,
"Garbage, garbage, garbage, it'll kill him one day."

Chase found his place and Brian's got his swagger,
Cherese is chasing dragons, hard to tell what she is after,
There's never a good reason, to ever feel alone
Just climb the 21 steps to the Desert Stone.

Ya, the band is smoking hot, they play 5 times a week
There's always a place to fill your cup and a spot to rest your feet
We live the life of simple luxury
Good joss and white light, there's no better place to be.

Now winter is approacing, Jack Frost is creeping in,
The crows left home 2 months ago, they foresaw the sin
That the fat cats get their raise, big business has no soul
Where will those boys play their rock n roll?

Everything must come and go, everything must pass
So get it while it's hot, lap it up while it lasts
Be grateful, Be Honest and it will help you grow,
So thank you very much, Mr. Caliostro.
Track Name: Bedroom Window
Cloudy eyes get hypnotized by most the pretty things they see
Like spinning tops and soda pops, mostly anything for free
But that don't matter much to me
I can take it or it get get up and leave

Perfection is chaotic bliss and it happens naturally
I look to the sky and lose my mind it happens frequently
My mind goes riding on a breeze
Rests my body and puts my soul at ease

Now I'm staring out my bedroom window
Cloudy skies and I see shadows
Storms as far as my little eyes can see
and it's still beautiful to me

Blind faith can put restraints on our responsibility
It's god's will that we fulfill our preferred destiny
Death don't bother me
It's just a matter of what we perceive death to be

Now I'm staring out my bedroom window
Cloudy skies and I see shadows
Storms as far as my little eyes can see
and it's still beautiful to me
Track Name: King of the Underground
I feel handcuffed inside a dream
I'm living a life that's not for me
It broke me down and made me cry
I'm living a life that was a lie,
I'm living a life that was a lie,
I'm living a life that was a lie....

There's more to life than these four walls
There's more to working than shopping at malls
Guilt and fear will drag you by a string
Break the rules and become your own king

Now i'm the king of the underground

I got this guitar for my wedding ring
On a pawn shop deal with some other things
Now I make you dance, I make you sing
In some parts of the world they call me a king

Now I'm the king of the underground

Troubles, they keep me down
Troubles they keep me down...

There's more to life than these four walls
There's more to working than shopping at malls
Guilt and fear will drag you by a string
Break the rules and become your own king
Break the rules and become your own king
Break the rules and become your own king

Now I'm the king of the underground

It feels good to be king

You know that it's true!
Track Name: Born Loser
For miles and miles and miles I roam
Forever searching for a home
The further I got the less I know
Forever searching and feeling alone

Oh what a shame
The toils and tribulations are the name of the game
Oh what a shame
I'm another born loser who don't know his name

Now I'm battling egos but how would I know
The only one I battle is really my own?
It's time to leave all this pettiness behind
But this fucked up competition has been the key to my drive

Oh what a shame
The toils and tribulations are the name of the game
Oh what a shame
I'm another born loser who don't know his name

As I sit by the fire and tell you my thoughts
The burning out embers resemble my heart
I just want to feel god's love again
And share all of her blessings with all of my friends

Oh what a shame
The toils and tribulations are the name of the game
Oh what a shame
I'm another born loser addicted to fame
Oh what a shame
It's the same old bullshit again and again
Oh what a shame
I'm another born loser who don't know his name
Track Name: Colt .45 (ft. Frank Felt)
Well a dollar and a half on a Saturday night
Is just not enough to go around
So I took out my little colt .45
Headed out on the town

Took out my little colt 45
I robbed me a liquor store
It was so goddamn easy
I robbed me a couple more

Well, I graduated into banks
To get a stake in life, you see
Then I graduated in to
Respectability

Now I'm the head of a major corporation
And I'm feeling pretty high
To think that it all started out
With my little colt .45
Track Name: Death Tomb
Nowhere to run
No place to hide
You better say your prayers
There's no chance to survive

Throw you in the casket
Nail the coffin closed
Open up that gates of hell
The demons take control

Death tomb!

Muahahahahahaha

Now you're running out of air
Clawing to get out
Realized you've lived a life
Shrouded in fear and doubt

Let the lightning flash on the casket
The damage has been done
All unclaimed souls will fall to hell
The reckoning has begun

Death tomb!
Track Name: Workin' All Night
lyrics by john dale
Track Name: T.V. Eyes
1000 lies TV eyes
Recipe for our social demise
Moving pictures to immobilize
A scheme devised by an evil mind

It's in our bars, our stores and schools
And almost one in every living room
It's a weapon of mass distraction
A mind numbing, brain dead, corporate contraption

Only after the last tree is slaughtered
And toxic sludge fills our waters
And the air is so thick that it can't be breathed in
Only then will we know money can't be eaten

1000 lies TV eyes
Infomercials funded by dictators lies
Paints a picture to polarize
The whole human race is jeopardized

It ain't fair but once we our born
We're forced to slave for money, consume and conform
And lead a life devoid of purpose
Because our corporate gods demand they are worshiped

Only after the last tree is slaughtered
And toxic sludge fills our waters
And the air is so thick that it can't be breathed in
Only then will we know money can't be eaten

1000 lies TV eyes
Stop buying what they're selling and open your minds
Quit the obsession of collecting possessions
A drone for money is an empty profession

Don't put a price on nature or price on yourself
Know who you are it ain't sold on no shelf
Live in a world where we love one another
White light, one love, we're all sisters and brothers

Only after the last tree is slaughtered
And toxic sludge fills our waters
And the air is so thick that it can't be breathed in
Only then will we know money can't be eaten
Track Name: Sausage-like Ladies (ft. Frank Felt)
The sausage-like ladies were out on the prowl
They were right in the prime of a sexual time
They were looking for men who could howl

Well just around the corner and a little down the street
Came Ed McMasher and Joe Quick Hands and Feet
They were looking for victims and they thought they were the best
Then the sausage like ladies came in from the west

Sausage-like ladies in red

Oh yeah!

It was splat splat and then it was face on the ground
In the next 50 seconds they were hand and foot bound
To the horror and amazement of Big Ed and Joe
The sausage-like ladies removed everyone's clothes

Sausage-like ladies in Red

Oh yeah!

Three and a half hours later as they babbled and they begged
The sausage-likes ladies gave up on their leg
As the ladies got dressed they hummed a little tune
They couldn't wait till next month at their time of the moon

Sausage-like ladies in red

Oh yeah!