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Mooseknuckle Sandwich

by Verbal Sludge

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1.
See the lights flash, time to swallow your tongue We been at this shit though since we was young Strap you to the chair; peel your eyes back with duct tape Projector on full blast; psychological butt rape Got that episode of Pokémon; shit's getting real Found it at the dollar store, man, what a steal We keep your medication just out of reach Eyes rolling back while we stand and preach The gospel of our cult, homie, we about eugenics, And by the time we done, won't be no question that we meant it If you have a disability, getting stomped the fuck out We laugh maniacally while you thrashing about You should've known when the screen started flashing If your brains a computer, then it's doing some crashing You call it lazy, but we call it callback As they spaz and they foam we point and we laugh After some time passed we bringing you some friends Epileptic centipede from end to end We ain't doing no weird shit, not sewing you together Admittedly what we doing though, it ain't much better Got those strobe lights in the back of the room, An abandoned movie theater gonna serve as your tomb Ice Age 2 was the last thing they showed Before we turned it into epileptic death row Making mad strides towards a Master Race If genetics was competitive you'd be in last place Your movements getting slower now, I think you had a stroke, That's not epilepsy though, Yeah, strokes are no joke Conversation You should've known when the screen started flashing If your brains a computer, then it's doing some crashing You call it lazy, but we call it callback As they spaz and they foam we point and we laugh On the day of your funeral, we hung up disco balls Got reflective surfaces from wall to wall, Call it sick humor, we'll tell you life ain't fair Just another victim of this epileptic nightmare
2.
Booze, drugs And Rock n' roll I love everything stereotypical I like to fist pump and dance to cool tunes Staying up late and howling at the moon I say the n word just as a hello It's a-okay, though, it's just with my bros Greek life is the life for me Always hanging out with my fraternity I see the way they haze, though, and it's not cool Call me Mr. T, I pity the fools So I'll tell you what I did, I spiked all of their drinks Waited 'til they got too drunk to think Kept the party pumping 'til the verge of 4 Everybody passed out on the floor Then came the needles descending from the sky God said, "My child, they have to die" Now it's time I removed my disguise Hid all this time behind these glazed eyes Then came the needles descending from the sky God said, "My child, they have to die" It's 6 AM, my friends are dead I'm hearing voices in my head I don't really know how the rest of it goes But baby you already know It's 6 AM, my friends are dead I'm hearing voices in my head Now I know how the rest of it goes With that, it's time to move on with the show Not quite sure where I got this itch But I feel this glee as I watch them twitch when they feel the pinch of the needle going in Fill these veins with some heroin Even if they're awake, they can't resist Roofies in the drinks took care of this Got my start with Pearly Gate-way drugs but it's like straight to sucking dick from giving hugs I lived in a box with my uncle Moe The work of the divinity my life used to blow So I took it upon myself, set out on a quest To rid God's Earth of these uselsess pests Now they're all out of minutes and they can't roll over Choking on their vomit, kicking like Matt Stover Think the dancing's over, but that's just wrong Bodies seizing up to a trapcore song It's 6 AM, my friends are dead I'm hearing voices in my head I don't really know how the rest of it goes But baby you already know It's 6 AM, my friends are dead I'm hearing voices in my head I don't really know how the rest of it goes But baby, you already know
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Spring forward, fall back. I'ma murder this track Just like your sister when she's on her way back From the movies on the Equinox. I'm oddly specific Despite the fact she struggled, man, I'm feeling terrific Drop her car into the ocean, hide the body in the woods Didn't have a reason, I just did it 'cause I could Get back home and make New England Clam Chowder but the voices in my head man, they just keep on getting louder Women in the Spring, and dudes in the Fall Fast forward, staking out my next victim in the mall Spoiler alert, though! News flash it's your mom Daylight's runnin' short, it's time to plant the bomb Under the front seat of her little sedan The one you rode to soccer in before you were a man Picking up bits of this bitch in the street Is what forensics be doin' when my task is complete I love the trees with purple leaves I'll choke your dad with sweater sleeves With the Fall breeze, I gain reprieve I live to kill on days like these The leaves are changing colors now, it's time for round two All the dudes in your family, lined up in my queue Sneak into the nursing home, and grandpa's on deck I'm not wasting any time, I'm just snapping his neck, bitch Crawling out the window 'fore the orderlies notice me Find your brother working hard, just like he's supposed to be On the back of a truck, grabbin' other people's trash Shoved him into the back, it compacted his ass Checkin' off victims like a grocery list And when I'm done your lineage will cease to exist Hard to miss anyone, when I've planned this well Caught your dad grieving over mama burning in hell Leaning in his recliner, just tryna watch the game I know sad thoughts are always there, driving him insane Put him out his misery, now he don't have to miss her Wrap my sweater 'round his neck, chorus couldn't come quicker I love the trees with purple leaves Just choked your dad with sweater sleeves With the Spring breeze, I gain reprieve I live to kill on days like these It's six years later, and you've finally moved on Come to grasp that your family's gone Catch you on a walk, I've been waiting so long Drive an ax in your chest. It's the end of the song I love the trees with purple leaves All of your deaths are mysteries I come and go just like the breeze Am I a ghost, or just a dream?
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They say time heals all wounds, but I think this one's infected It's not quite rape, but it still hurts when I accept it Am I sugar-free gum? 'Cause I'm falling apart Guess I fell in love with Kano 'cause you tore out my heart Because I avoid death about as well as Macbeth You did what's opposite of right and you straight-up left Had me searching for a home like a hero without a hubtown Fading into nothing like a shadow at sundown Still I'm standing in the rain with a boombox 'cause I'm blue Blaring some song 'bout how I'm lost without you And I guess that's true, but you already knew I'm like Shaggy without Scooby, I don't know what to Doo I carved a masterpiece to be haunted by the image I scratched at the walls until my fingers bled Creating new hues and the most vibrant of colors That I know will never be seen again I carved a masterpiece to be haunted by the image I scratched at the walls until my fingers bled Creating new hues and the most vibrant of colors Wipe these walls clean so I can taint them again Seeking any solace is to find regret I forgot to remember it's best to forget 'cause my wet dreams of you have rung me dry Memories of belting out "Turn around, bright eyes" festering subconsciously, I can't fucking sleep Caught up in a rat race but I keep crashing sheep looking back to the days I'd watch you cry So I remember there was something behind those eyes like the old paintings on a certain tv show The one with the protagonist who says "Ruh-roh" vaguely Asian like Toyota 'cause I can't seem to stop Considering that we could have been more than a drop In an ocean of these tragedies that always seem to swallow me used to pull your best Apollo, cutting through the clouds that follow me Intoxicating oxygen; you were a first breath after coma dunno if now's the time, but Chloe has lymphoma I carved a masterpiece to be haunted by the image I scratched at the walls until my fingers bled Creating new hues and the most vibrant of colors That I know will never be seen again I carved a masterpiece to be haunted by the image I scratched at the walls until my fingers bled Creating new hues and the most vibrant of colors Wipe these walls clean so I can taint them again I've got a Tick-tock heart, you put a time bomb in my chest Picked apart, I picked to play. I can't give it a rest. But I'm standing on the sideline, bugging a guy on a hotline struggling to hold the phone as I'm trembling like a fault line These dreams go on when I close my eyes Call me a "Heart" surgeon while I'm doctoring time I want to know why, but it's hardly recompense Just miss those fleeting moments where the world made sense
5.
First thing's first. Never start a metal band If you want any dough or you want any fans Blew the last of our cash on our asshole producer ain't got no problem scammin' a couple fuckin' losers Lookin' at you with these silly ass headphones Totally get it if you just want us to head home But I got bad news, that's not something we can do The fact of the matter; we ain’t got no home to go to We starved for so long just to pay for this song Our naive young minds figured nothing could go wrong financial situation took a turn for the worst Dale Earnhardt style, now we dyin' of thirst Every time I piss here, gotta drink out the sink Don’t know how I'm gonna make it work, gotta think Of a new way to make that muthafuckin' money All I know's this video better be fuckin' funny Oooh no. We're not makin' a music video? Oooh no. guess it's time to get back on the road Oooh no. We're not makin' a music video? Oooh no. guess it's time to get back on the road Homeless Juggernauts Homeless Juggernauts Homeless Juggernauts Homeless Juggernauts Sleepin' in a gym, stabbed some guy named Tim Asked Nate why he did it, "Dude had sick ass rims" Now we got a Maserati in a 30 doin' 80 While we rollin' through the intersection, hit some old lady We stopped the car, but only so we could rob her Eddie tried to call 5-0. I told him not to bother Bro, we don't need anything that's gonna tie us to the scene This ain't even our car, "I guess I see what you mean" Open her purse, actually a worthy enterprise But now I see those lights comin' up from behind So we pullin' right on over, best not to resist Tried to drag me out the car, so I shot him in the dick With his own gun, yeah that's right, I did that go, go, go. Ain't no point in looking back Now we three states away, and we still on the run But ya know what? being homeless pretty fun Oooh no. We killed a cop, there ain't no going back. Oooh no. Goin' to Cali, get our lives on track Oooh no. We killed a cop, there ain't no goin' back Oooh no. "God damnit, Vlad. Why the fuck did you do that?" Homeless Juggernauts Homeless Juggernauts Homeless Juggernauts Homeless Juggernauts Beverley Hills, where we'll exact our revenge While we eatin' out of dumpsters, they all drive Mercedes-Benz For just breathing in air with the last names that they have by the time this song is over, gonna turn that to "had" Now we mowin' down bitches at the crosstown mall Ain't got much to live for, so that's why we grew the balls Taking our sweet ass time in the LA sun Just 'cause it won’t end well don't mean the middle can't be fun Now we raising all these demons and we got these people screamin' So sorry to interrupt your California dreamin' By callin' our connections in straight from hell We fucks with the devil, yo, can't you tell? pullin' folks apart, impaling them on spikes Probably ain't how they saw the ends of they life Look up to the skyline and the hills is on fire Nothing new there, but it really adds to the aesthetic NOW THIS WORLD IS OURS TO COMMAND I SOUNDS LIKE A DRAGON *unintelligible gurgling* Bitch
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released June 10, 2016

Vladimire Bush/Dravin Sparks - Guitars
Jonathan Bush - Drums
Vladimire Bush/Eddie Barnes - Vocals
Nate Neff - Vocals (choruses)

produced By Justin Seymour

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An Indianapolis-based band that finds humor in the misfortune of others, and ourselves.

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