Thrash Ranch

by JERSEY DOGS

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Medicine Man 06:18
Medicine Man Its day break Your head feels like lead You need another fix To feed your head Medicine Man Stealing your soul Medicine Man Losing control You'll beg, borrow, steal Sell your body at will The madness runs deep in your veins You could kill You just drop a hit Don't know what you'll find You feel so alone You're losing your mind Medicine Man Losing control Medicine Man He's stealing your soul Terrors of your mind are coming Out with every trip Dealers they exploit you they don't Give a damn if you live Deadly needles penetrate your Tracked up hurting skin You don't care about yourself As long as you get it in Screaming terror rushes through Your veins and to your head When it's over you'll be lying there Wishing you were dead Madness, rules you Here’s nothing you can do Death follows you Waiting for you to give in Suicide, tempts you You’re just not yourself The end, closing in But you go and get your fix
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Why Is? 06:45
Why Is People in the streets Fighting for what they all believe They don't care that what they spread Is nothing but disease Racial fighting because we all Don't look and think the same Prejudice is not a joke Or just a silly game Why is, there so much hatred Between all mankind Why is, there so much prejudice That we seem to find Ignorance Has no religion, color, race or creed We are all just people If we cut, we all bleed No one has the right To judge or even cast a mark Our prejudice will self-destruct And leave us in the dark Why is, there so much hatred Between all mankind Why is, there so much prejudice That we seem to find He's black He's white Don't see why that's cause to fight We're sorting out the human race Because we all don't have the same face I see, our fate Children growing up to hate Teaching them to hate each other Because of race or creed or color Our god, His name Might not always be the same I thought God was a God of mercy Not a God of greed and hate The hate, we taste Will slap us all back in the face Because violence doesn't solve a thing It only kills the ones who use it Why is there hatred For other men who are not all the same How can this happen Bearing its mark on the world is a shame Who are they fooling? Everyone thinks that their race is the best One day they'll realize That they are just all made like the rest Why is there racists? Polluting the minds of the world with their shit Saying they're saviors Forcing humanity to quit Why is
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Blood from a Stone "These lyrics have not been printed to protect the guilty." (from the original 1990 release) Promises are broken Are made in vein You talk to a-bout me But you're just the same Taken all that you get Don’t care what you eat Stripping them down to the bone Drawing blood from a stone Give me money I’ll give you fame He makes the fortune You get the shame Taken all that you get Don’t care what you eat Stripping them down to the bone Drawing blood from a stone Taking away what you should be Taken away their dignity Stripping them down to the bone Drawing blood from a stone What you see is what you get Don’t cry a bit and get upset Karakos you've pushed your luck You’d sell your mother to get a buck Raping bands and leaving no trail Lock your doors I’m on your tail One day soon you’re going down And in your lies you’re gonna drown Karakos you cheat and steal You tell your lies to comp a deal I hope one day that you will learn Because if you don’t you’re gonna burn
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Wasted World 05:06
Wasted World The earthquake shook and buildings fell Was the earth's way of saying go to hell Rain storms and floods of tragedy Mother Nature said don't tread on me A wasted world, destroying the land A wasted world, who gives a damn The sky was filled with haze and smoke Big business felt it was all a joke It's called progress and industry No more clean places for us to be A wasted world, destroying the land A wasted world, who gives a damn Our leaders let them get away They all just cared about today Tomorrow now will never come Now as we die one by one A wasted world, destroying the land A wasted world, who gives a damn
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Games 04:56
Games Ruthless leaders Ruling people at their will Washing their minds Telling them who they should kill Children with guns Marching off to fight a war No one even knows what they're fighting for Games of war, what's the score A life of fears, filled with tears Thousands they die But the people still can't see Told lies, brain washed That their God wants it to be Breeders of death Wanting everyone to fight Killers of peace No one knows who's wrong or right Games of war, what's the score A life of fears, filled with tears No one here thinks or cares As long as they're not killing theirs We're a sick society Killing off humanity Wars are fought but never won People die and people run It's no secret it's plain to see Man is his worst enemy Heartless rulers Look but nothing's left to see Who won, who lost The ones who lost are you and me Machines of war Tools of evil and of hate Mankind has lost A second chance is much too late Games of war, what's the score A life of fear, filled with tears
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Last Breath 05:51
Last Breath Your life will pass before you Reflection that remind you When you're taking your last breath There are no disbelievers Atheists or blasphemers When you see that it's your death Don't think there's good or evil That saves or corrupts people You think it's all up in my head Don't think there's hell or heaven Think life by chance was given But you'll realize when you're dead It's such a shame To think when we die There's no place to go In the ground we will lie There's no atheists In a fox hole When we face our death We believe in our soul Try to explain The beginning of time With science or physics Or a logical line Saying we can't pledge Our flag in our schools Because the mention of God Breaks the rules No one is saying To practice religion But we all know there are Other dimensions So when we die The truth will be said But so many of us Won't learn until we're dead Think God was all created To cope with the world's belated You think it's all an ancient trend Think life is our only existence Disbelieve with full resistance But death is a beginning not an end
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Another Pretty Day All alone in the street With nothing to eat A life filled with pain Left out in the rain No job. no school. no life Financial fool Who cares left out A failure without a doubt In streets they live No one stops to give People with no homes The world has left them all alone Damn shame we can't see We all have no sympathy Have eyes but we're blind We choose them all behind The young the old Left out in the cold Torn minds that cry We don't care if they live or die You don't know what to do We've turned our backs on you So wake up to just another day The world has let us down Imperfection bound You're short of mental health First comes our wealth We fear of being broke On our greed we'll choke We see you sick And I'll want my fill Your hearts they hurt and bleed But we're filled with greed We choose to lock our doors What’s mind is not yours We are not about to share Not about to care Just think if it were you What would you do?

credits

released April 19, 2018

JERSEY DOGS is:
Louis Ciarlo Bass, Vocals
Michael Sabatini Drums
Mike Benetatos Guitars
Jon Ilaw Guitars

‘Thrash Ranch’
Tracks 1-10

Doug Conroy Producer, Engineering
Ray Janos Mastering

‘Don’t Worry, Get Angry’

Tracks 11-15
Michael Sabatini Drums
Louis Ciarlo Bass, Vocals
Jon Ilaw Eugen Wulff

‘Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap’ written by Young / Young / Scott
‘Somebody Get Me a Doctor’ written by Van Halen / Roth / Anthony

Rob "Waco" Hunter Mixing
Doug Conroy Engineering
Tom Coyne mastering
Dan Muro Photography

2018 executive producers J. Golden & G. Shafer
2018 re-mastering by Jamie King at The Basement Studio NC, Winston Salem, NC
Layout design by Chris Ferguson

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