Who Gives a Shit?

by Martha's Got a Limp Wrist

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Gwaa - VOX
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Willy - BASS
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Jeff - GUITAR
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Mark - DRUMS
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released October 22, 2016

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Nick Nativo at The Nook Studio

All music written and perfomed by Martha's Got a Limp Wrist

Shout out to all the locals that keep it alive and well
Shout out to the mommies and daddies
Shout out to Alejandro and the Alcoholics, UGLYBoNES, Waste, SUSHI, Flagass, Alley Slob Service, The Atrocities, Bombflower, Mechaphile, Praise the Sinners, Kicking Brickley, Ultra Nada, The Land Before Tim, Captain Crayon and The Fuzzy Bastard, Van Morphine, Jesus Christ, Adam Sandlar, Bernie Mac, John Wayne, John Wayne Gacy, Gandhi, All of our dead dogs, and the rest of the local bands!
Shout out to the chronic distribution that happens worldwide and assisted suicide

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Chicago Basement Lingering Sludge Punk

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Track Name: Where's Rosie?
There's lettuce in the ashtray
Cigarettes in the pisser
Empty bottles in the couch
And vomit on the ceiling
Condoms in the mattress
Broken dishes on the floor
Cum stains on the sheets
And fungus in the bathtub

Ridiculous items in ridiculous places
Found in a home on a daily basis
Ridiculous items in ridiculous places
Found in a home on a daily basis

Elvis pissed in my shoes
And there's holes in every wall
Resin globs in the sink
There's a stranger in the mirror
Mold in the faucet
Oil spilt in the closet
Termites in the walls
Coffee grounds in my asshole
Track Name: Absent
Woke up late
Couldn't get a ride
Don't bother to show up
Everything is fine
Woke up late
Missed another bus
Gotta call in sick
Everything is fine
Gotta take off
Time to sleep in
Out of a job
Everything is fine

Got psychos all around
Seems normal to me
People passing out
Seems normal to me
Overdose on drugs
Seems normal to me
Get taken away
Seems normal to me

Woke up late
Couldn't get a ride
Don't bother to show up
Everything is fine
Woke up late
Missed another bus
Gotta call in sick
Everything is fine
Gotta take off
Time to sleep in
Out of a job
Everything is fine
Track Name: Mr. Noodle
I'm a breathing mess I must confess
I'm bleeding all the time
Another this, another that
Another rant
A stupid band to be exact

Oh! Mr. Noodle!
You're Mr. Noodle...

Everywhere I go someone pisses me off
Oh, how'd I'd like to piss on you
Gimme this, gimme that
Another pest
A waste of my breathe

Oh! Mr. Noodle!
You're Mr. Noodle...

I talk but all I hear is cheap
You're always talkin' aloud, right?
No like, he's this she's that
Another test
You're all full of BULLSHIT

Oh! Mr. Noodle!
You're Mr. Noodle...

I'm just a fuckin' mess ya know
It's all fine with me
Drink this, Smoke that
Another week
Mine sucks to be exact

Oh! Mr. Noodle!
You're Mr. Noodle...
Track Name: Fred, The Casual Stalker
Retrace your steps and think again
Remember that its in your head
They're on to you for what you said
They're after us so make a plan
Patrolling down your street
Watch with every step
Video cameras so discrete
Filming us with every breath

Privacy is now extinct
They listen when your phone rings
Hello? Yes, who is this?
Your stalker and I know something
Just a number on the grid
A slave to what controls you
Processed through computers
And posted outside of your house
Patrolling down your street
Watch with every step
Video cameras so discrete
Filming us with every breath

Information exposed
Force fed with no choice
Access to find anyone
You bet your ass they use it

Bow before the thought police
A media disease
Bow before the thought police
A media disease
Bow before the thought police
A media disease
Capturing and stealing identity
Track Name: What a Waste
Trash your lungs and trash your liver
Trash your brains, get shakes and shiver
Increase decay until you quiver
The things that we love, they make us sicker
An addict of desire, addict of destruction
Smoke so much you get vocal eruptions
Powder results in a heart explosion
And chemicals burn, neurosis erosion
Hurting yourself never felt so great
It's safe to say I'm growing to decay

Grow then decay
Created, wiped away
Grow then decay
Nothings here to stay
Once a little fetus
Now you're earths debris
Wanting some importance?
You're worthless history
Nihilistic thoughts
Decaying, do you feel me?
The chicken or the egg?
They'll both suffer death
Living is expensive, health is luxury
No more cheap or free
They'll be charging us to breathe
Your body is a temple soon to be a tomb
From all the lovely poisons you constantly consume

Now, time is just a concept, numbers on a clock
You're too busy off sucking mother's cock
Wake up to reality, alarm slap to the face
You walk among this life, dwell on false faith
Glued to the screen, don't worry its a dream
Its not what it seems
Its not what it seems
Appearing everywhere but still can't find yourself
Questioning beliefs, are we a part of Hell?
What is life and death?
None of us are REAL
I cough with every breath
Do I even feel?

Are any of us real?
Is any of this real?
Track Name: Social Insecurity
Here's your number
Here's your name

There's no real voice of the people
Lying to us, saying we're all equal
An artificial life turns lethal
You can't educate the plastic cerebral
Just being alive is never enough
You gotta stomp your way up to the top
Get behind money bags with his bluffs
To make yourself relevant from the dust

Here's your number
Here's your name

Constant oppression with no escape
Politicians use laws to masturbate
Corrupt closed minded demands from the state
A system with paper to regulate
Puppets and pawns to get used
minimum wage slaves to abuse
Eating up death, cigarettes and booze
Cancer spreads and we have no clue?

Here's your number
Here's your name
Track Name: Escalator Specialist
Prediction unspoken though the thoughts seem clear
Anticipated waiting line, your presence is unknown
Sweltering inside and going day by day
Wanting your content but its already over

We've been poisoning you
The majority has no clue
We've been poisoning you
We've been killing you off

Unaware of your surroundings and you're starting to hear voices
Walking in a stumble making unprocessed choices
You feel someones glare and you start tweaking balls
The room gets colder and your skin starts to crawl

We've been poisoning you
The majority has no clue
We've been poisoning you
We've been killing you off

You're full of cold sweats and you can't catch your breath
This is it kid, welcome to your death
Track Name: Under Oath
Welcome to your judgment day
Solemnly you're on your way
Greetings to the mighty man
Greetings to outdated opinion
The righteous room of prejudice
For justice you must look your best
Time and money are on the line
For made up things that we call crime

Shove your gavel up your ass
Eliminate your ruling class

We decide from wrong and right
We decide from black and white
Moral patrol is out of sight
A powdered wig appetite
We can slave away your life
If you do what we don't like
We can throw you in a cell
We can send you to your death

Shove your gavel up your ass
Eliminate your ruling class
Track Name: Headsplit
Beautiful bodies and broken minds
All friends to find but not friends of mine
A circle of deception, a cycle of dysfunction
What the fuck is beauty without any destruction?

Cause the people that you trust are the ones to fuck you up
Everybody's got your back until you're shit out of luck
Cause the people that you trust are the ones to fuck you up
Everybody's got your back until you're shit out of luck

Fascination with love just to break off into hate
Intoxication on drugs just to tear yourself away
I think I'll love myself, build myself back up
I'm missing a few pieces cause I'll never have enough

........You're fucked.
Track Name: Stop Laughing at Your Salad
Toss me Shwag
Toss me greens
A nice fat nug or rezball please
Toss me cabbage
Toss me grass
A 4ft bong, get high off your ass

Get high off your ASS

Toss me shawg
Track Name: FYG
You can sign away your life
A cog in a war machine
Join in on political strife
Fight for our false liberty

Fuck yer glory
Fuck yer glory
Fuck yer glory
Fuck yer glory

You can march into your grave
Sacrifice yourself to them
Be a pawn of their mistakes
Fight for what puts in debt

Fuck yer glory
Fuck yer glory
Fuck yer glory
Fuck yer glory

Dropping bombs to make a profit
Slaughtering over religion
A brand new flag for your coffin
Glorifying world division

Fuck yer glory
Fuck yer glory
Fuck yer glory
Fuck yer glory
Track Name: Lucy! I'm Home!
Little Lucy on my shoulder wanna tell me what's best
Always leave a little chip cause conflict is an interest
Angel is dead, I'll have to side with attraction
Manifesting tendencies for my own intense actions

I'll do it for me, this is my fucking life
Don't tell me whats right, endeavor substance and lust
Give the world a thrust, don't endure from temptation
Put a smile on that face, intoxicated sensations

Do it all for yourself, fuck everybody else
It's just you in the end so grab a weapon and raid
You're in charge of this path, don't drag others along
Misanthropist wrath, their version of wrong

Just know no ones helping you if you only help yourself
So make it worthwhile and consider your stealth
Little Lucy on my shoulder wanna tell me what's best
Always leave a little chip cause conflict is an interest

Give in
Track Name: Juicy Fruit for Dinner
Life's a bitch
And then you die

You go to school to get a job
You get a job for college funds
You go to college for a career
You work your ass off for five years
Struggle in debts and sink in loans
You get a spouse so you're not alone
You settle down and have a kid
You get a house and raise your bid

Do the dishes
Pay your taxes

I wanna eat off paper plates
I don't wanna have a last name
Not being a statistic
Just away from this place
So stressful and so tedious
This life that we pursue
Seems everyone's on edge
Hangin' off by a noose

Life's a bitch
And then you die
Track Name: Juicy Fruit for Dinner - Single
Life's a bitch
And then you die

You go to school to get a job
You get a job for college funds
You go to college for a career
You work your ass off for five years
Struggle in debts and sink in loans
You get a spouse so you're not alone
You settle down and have a kid
You get a house and raise your bid

Do the dishes
Pay your taxes

I wanna eat off paper plates
I don't wanna have a last name
Not being a statistic
Just away from this place
So stressful and so tedious
This life that we pursue
Seems everyone's on edge
Hangin' off by a noose

Life's a bitch
And then you die