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Fritz

by The Mondales

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1.
The constant urge to throw up my hands And say I've had it's giving me a headache And I wish I could shake it from my mind But my self-pity's too demanding And I know that call will never go through When all I need to do is talk to you For all the times I rang you off the hook While I sat shaking all alone With my left hand around the phone I oughta know by now if you like having me around But now I just don't know Oh yeah, I just don't know. Now I'm left wondering if by now it's a habit You've transformed me into some pathetic addict. But I can't help the way you make me feel And the rush I get wondering if it's real For all the times I rang you off the hook While I sat shaking all alone With my left hand around the phone I oughta know by now if you like having me around But now I just don't know Oh yeah, I just don't know.
2.
Well aware it's pathetic, but that's just how it is Lock myself inside for awhile. No snail mail letters. No update, no reply. Suck my thumb like a baby Screaming, "Why?" I'm a product of my environment Raised with asshole on the internet I've got excuses, not worth their metal I'm half retarded I'm fucking special. I'm so excited that you are here with me You'll be repulsed in seconds I swear to God I'm a waste of ever decreasing space I'm inundated with manufactured hate I'm a pariah, Uncle Sam Bloated dick getting fat in the Mother Land I'm a product of your environment Raised with asshole on the internet I've got excuses, not worth their metal I'm half retarded I'm fucking special. I'm getting sick of this routine But there's no escape from reality It's all piling up, out of my reach No fucking exit, Inevitable defeat.
3.
Seven Hours 02:25
Basking in the defeat of silence Hands tied just thinking 'bout myself It's been this way for seven hours It'll be the same for seven more, seven more I should move into the city Get a job in legal while I can I should surround myself with Yes Men Just so I could hear them I could be them. I'm waiting for the breakdown, doctors, pills and medication To save me I'm waiting till the constant stress and anxiety takes me away I know it's stupid to feel hopeless When I've got it fucking made I know it's stupid to feel hopeless But that doesn't make it better for me. I'm waiting for the breakdown, doctors, pills and medication To save me I'm waiting till the constant stress and anxiety takes me away I'm waiting for the breakdown, doctors, pills and medication To save me, yeah I'm waiting till the seven hour silence fucking breaks me.

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released August 15, 2012

Adrian Barnello - Guitar/Vocals
Brandon Arscott - Bass
Devin Dessieux - Drums

Lyrics - Adrian Barnello
Bass on "Seven Hours" played by Adrian Barnello.

Recorded and mixed at Eagleland Studios by Adrian Barnello between July and August.

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