McMillan's Monster

by Johnny 2 Fingers & the Deformities

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1.
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.
2.
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
3.
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!
4.
Born Loser 04:47
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
5.
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
6.
Death Tomb 02:40
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!
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lyrics by john dale
8.
T.V. Eyes 04:13
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
9.
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!

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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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