Country Bullshit

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Release Date   October 2004
Catalog Number   TRC002

Those Poor Bastards debut EP. This is where the misery began. Features the hellbilly hit “Pills I Took” which was covered by Hank Williams III. Rereleased with original cover.

Formats

Oxblood Vinyl QTY: 250
Milky Clear Vinyl QTY: 250
CD
Digital

Track Listing & Clips

1. Raw & Bleeding
Lyrics
I’m warning you friends
This ain’t the sanitized
Safe and clean
As the neighborhood mall
COUNTRY BULLSHIT you’re used to
NO this is country music
As it was meant to be
Raw & Bleeding
2. The Accident
Lyrics
Well I was in an accident
They said I was paralyzed
But I walked to church
the very next day
With Glory in my eyes
To my Grandpa’s funeral
I took with a knife
I carved a cross into his skin
And he came back to life

I saw the face, I saw the face
I saw the face of God

Now if you go and hang yourself
You’re gonna be with God
Any path you ever walk
All roads lead to God
The Devil may come, The Devil may go
The Devil may always stay
My favorite thing to do at night
Is sit at home and pray

I saw the face, I saw the face
I saw the face of God
And something big’s about to happen
So I guess it’s ‘bout time to REPENT!

Now I know some of you folks out there
You just don’t believe
You say that God was made by man
To control and to deceive
But when you gasp your final breath
And your body’s in the ground
I guarantee you’ll change your tune
When you hear that trumpet sound

I saw the face, I saw the face
I saw the face of God
Something big’s about to happen
So I guess it’s ‘bout time to REPENT!

3. Black Dog Yodel
Lyrics
You think I care?
Well I don’t not anymore
Something in my soul
It must be lacking
Anytime a girl comes over
I lock her downstairs
Then I just wait ‘til she starts crying
Yes I am cruel I don’t deny it

Black dog get off my back

Most of the folks I know
Go drinking every night
They say they sure are having fun
But when they ask me with ‘em
I tell ‘em I’m too tired
Truth is that I just don’t like strangers
You know I plan to die alone

Black dog get off my back

I still ain’t gotten ‘round
To goin’ to Mississippi
But someday LORD I’d like to live there
Fact is I ain’t been nowhere
Fact is I’ve lived here forever
Fact is I’m just a big mouthed talker
I promise myself I’ll leave tomorrow

Black dog get off my back
Looks like the car broke down again…

4. Pills I Took
Lyrics
Well I been awake
For eight days straight
Must’ve been them pills I took
I’ve been twitchin’ and turnin’
And seein’ visions
Must’ve been them pills I took
Well I don’t know what they were
And I don’t know where I got ‘em
But they sure made me feel good
And that’s all I ask for

There’s blood on the carpet
And holes in the wall
Must’ve been them pills I took
The mirrors are all busted
And I hear someone cryin’
Must’ve been them pills I took
I still don’t know what they were
And I don’t know where I got ‘em
But they sure made me feel good

They kept my heart from feelin’ blue
They kept my thoughts away from you
And that’s all I ask for

Now I ain’t a bad man
But I done some bad things
Must’ve been them pills I took
I’ve lied man, I’ve stolen
I ain’t fuckin’ jokin’
Must’ve been them pills I took
I’ll never know what they were
I’ll never know where I got ‘em
But they sure made me feel good

They kept my heart from feelin’ blue
They kept my thoughts away from you
That’s all I ask for

5. Radio Country (+ Bonus Track)
Lyrics
Radio country that sodomizing beast
Radio country’s been killin’ me
They take hurtin’ music
Turn it to trash
Then fuck you right up in the ass
They fuck you right up in the ass
And I hate that sound
That slick soulless sound
Put it six feet underground
Put that shit deep in the ground

Ten years from now all the old singers
Will be dead in their graves
Who’s gonna carry on
That old time sound?
Not the fuckers you’ll hear on

Radio country that sodomizing beast
Radio country’s been killin’ me
The don’t play Hank Williams
Or old Johnny Cash
They fucked ‘em right up in the ass
They fucked ‘em right up in the ass
The bullshit they play
It all sounds the same
‘Cause the singers sing
Whatever they’re told
Cocksuckers got no minds of their own

Ten years from now all the old singers
Will be dead in their graves
Who’s gonna carry on
That old time sound?
Not the fuckers you’ll hear on the radio