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Album was recorded at Runaways Autsajder studios in Zaprešić, December 2013. Produced, mixed and mastered by Mark Mrakovčić and Pajo.
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released February 19, 2014

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Fast Response Zagreb, Croatia

3 sexy dudes and a drummer, playing melodic punk rock
Pajo – vox, guitar
Veky – bass, back vox
Nino – lead guitar, back vox
Budha – drums

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Track Name: Corruptia
My dad was in the army,
he cut his hair for his country.
He shot a guy in his eye, for lies and alibis
The rats have taken the sky.

My mom was a lady,
she worked a job she hated.
She couldn't afford, to study abroad,
a singing voice with a limited choice.

Welcome to Croatia.

A guy I know is religious,
his best friend is Jesus.
He acts like a jerk, but he goes to his church,
he drinks seven pints then he beats his own wife.

A girl I know is retarded,
her friends say that she's an artist.
'cause she flashes her Ds, and nobody sees
after the honey like a million bees.

Welcome to Corruptia.
Track Name: Cuntspiracy
I come from the land of greed and hate,
A fate I can't escape.
I got so high, and I never felt so low
did what I was told, and I lost my soul.

I'll admit, once upon a time,
I fell in line just to get laid.
And I regret every choice I made,
was not what I had in my head.

I am the son of thieves and whores.
A broken mind behind these doors,
A throat without its chords.
a lack of a „me“,
expressed in nationality,
pumpin' through their veins
and I am ashamed.

Fuck you and die, I don't want to be a part
of a criminal design.
I regret, every choice I made,
was not what I had in my head.

Drug after drug, shot after shot.
I do believe that everything's our fault.
Thousands of poster kids screaming
Sell me.
Fuck you and die.
Track Name: God Made Me Angry Then He Pissed Me Off
She's got her eyes on the thermostat.
Candles are lit, her lamp's an artifact.
She's got a home but she doesn't even know for how long.

She's got her life in the grinder
and she's reaching for a switch.
And her kids are caught in between.

Where the national sport
is alcohol and coke,
her husband reigns supreme.

Somewhere and nowhere,
away from his homeland.
A soldier, a father that
couldn't be bothered.

And Jesus and Shiva,
they told him: Well, see ya.
You are on your own.

My god made me angry.

He's got his mind on his swinging bat.
A new idea how to cut the fat.
He's got his clones and he knows
which way to go.

Crawling closer.
Crawling closer.
Crawling closer.

She's still reaching for the switch
And her kids are caught in between.

Where the national sport,
is alcohol and coke.
Her husband won trophies.
Track Name: Hobo On Fire
Hobo on fire, screams: Desire.
The world will end, you're all dead.
Palms like misfits, eyes like liquid
I need some ice, I need some ice

You, across the street.
Look, I'm in need of

Salvation, damnation
The whole nation, is under aggression.
Salvation, damnation.

Hobo on fire, screams: Desire.
The world will end, you're all dead.
Palms like misfits, eyes like liquid
I need some ice, I need some ice

You, across the street.

Salvation, damnation
The whole nation, is under aggression.
Salvation, a vacation,
the whole nation, is under aggression.

Salvation, give me some.
I need some.

Salvation, or some change.
Track Name: Sober
Local drunks they work so hard
to stay unemployed and drunk.
Set sail for a better life,
that ship has already sunk.

And even though he promises
he'll turn his life around.
He says "Fuck you"
and buys another round.

Being drunk is fun.
Being drunk is cool.
Being drunk is sad,
when you're sixty-two.

Local drunks they
never have to try anymore.
Why pay rent and why take tests,
when life is such a bore.

Paper boats of memories,
drown slowly in alcohol.
He says "Oh yeah well,
fuck you all!"


Being drunk is fun,
when you're twenty one.
Being drunk is cool,
when you're still in high school.
Being drunk is sad,
when you're sixty-two.

When you're sixty-two.
Unless that works for you.
Track Name: G.T.R.
Jump jump jump jump jump jump.

Jump into unknown waters.
No fear, no emotion.
Dad said: be a soldier.

On and on and on and on
and on and on and on

I don't need your breeding space,
I can find a better place.
Do or die, no I'm fine.
Keep it for yourself.

I don't need your breeding space,
I can find a better place.
Find a better place.

Jump jump jump jump jump jump.

A so called dilemma,
I'll deal with it when I'm
Without fear, any motion.
Dad said: be a soldier.

On and on and on and on
and on and on and on.

I don't need your breeding space,
I can find a better place.

We don't need your breeding space,
We can find a better place.
Track Name: John Thinks That
John thinks that everything's OK.
John thinks that everything is swell
He begs his landlord one more day.
Sell some weed, so he can pay.

John thinks that,John thinks that
John thinks that everything's OK.
John thinks that everything's just fuckin' good.

A problem child no one wanted,
he had okay grades but excellent legs.
He gave them up to pursue greater lengths, a greater cause.

Dad told him no,
John asked him why,
He said: just because.

John thinks that everything's a dream.
Living a box, sleeping drunk he screams.
His world begins and ends with a bong.
He thinks he's fine, but he's wrong.
Track Name: Vrati Mi Pare
Vrati mi pare!
Vrati mi pare!
Vrati mi pare, (i)metak i zdravlje.
Vrati mi pare!

Vrati mi tange! Tange moje bake!
Vrati mi tange, za ples oko štange.
Vrati mi tange!

Vrati mi grablje!
Vrati jer sam farmer.
Vrati mi grablje, da na njih stanem.
Vrati mi grablje!

Vrati mi hlače!
Jer sam potplaćen.
U nogu sam ranjen, pimpek mi stanjen.
Vrati mi pare!
Track Name: The Son
The sun may set tonight, I'm dead.
I am without a bed, a friend.
I got kicked out my life, I'm fine.
I will come back alive.

The sun may set tonight, I'm dead.
I am without a better friend.
I got kicked out my life, I'm fine.
I will come back a lie.

The son, the son
has sung his last song.

The son.
Track Name: Dear Landlord
Pay your rent, understand.
Subjugate, before he cuts your face.

Let's praise liars and thieves.
Good men down to their knees.
Slap a flag on it,
and call it society.

And when rent is due.
They'll point the finger at you.
Get out, why not?
We'll find somebody new.

Unless he fights back, too.

Let's praise mayors and priests. (Give them)
Everything that we need. (And then)
We'll take the rest, and pretend
that it's a feast.

What's wrong with me?
Is this all I'll ever be?
A worker bee, working for my queen
that hates everything I am.

Tell me where is your spine?
Do you want to go back in time,
when you were six or seven,
and you still believed in heaven.

Pay your rent, understand.
Subjugate, before he cuts your face.

Eliminate, every thought of hate.
Just let him ride you
like a horse, till death.

And then you die.