You Just Can't Win​.​.​.

by Friction 57

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released October 1, 2002

All songs written and arranged by Friction 57. ©2002 Friction 57 except "Clear Your Head", written by Pennywise.
Recorded in 2001-2002 at Barefoot Recording Studios by Steve Telson.

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Track Name: A Mother's Cries
Not knowing… Still showing signs of what was completely ignorant.
To disregard a life—one in which pride was broken. A wayward boy still smokin’…
What would his father say? If he was sober enough to know his son was lost?
Still breathing… No reason for alarm—a distressed reaction.
A disregarded life—tomorrow he won’t be living. Can’t see the signs he’s giving…
His mother will soon cry when she finds out her son was “freed” at cost.
“Why did he do this?!”
It’s really not his fault. His father was never there—the damages never taught.
To this boy who lives life on the edge, his world’s about to crash,
A fall down from the ledge.
His dreams… Unseen by the many who surrounded him with hate.
To waste another life—one in which no one truly cared. And all the needles he shared…
What would his dealer say? To find his best client stone cold to the touch?
This feeling… No dealing with the pain that comes with the anger.
Another wasted life—becomes another statistic. This story’s too realistic.
There’s so much more than this. If he’d only seen that one line was too much.
“Why did he do this?!”
It’s really not his fault. His father was never there—the damages never taught.
To this boy who lives life on the edge, his world’s about to crash,
A fall down from the ledge.
“Why did he do this?”
We’re really not to fault. Our father’s are still here, those damages have been taught to us now, we live life on the edge. Our world’s about to crash way close to the ledge…
…but to far to hear a mother’s cries.
There’s help for her to get before her baby dies.
But they seem lost now with all of their crack.
So listen to my words and fight the fuckers back.
Track Name: Bill Bombs
Capitalism at it’s best! A feeble war—a stupid test.
You better give in or sell out.
Sell: Yours, Theirs, Mine! That’s what it’s all about.
Unfortunately monopolies? They don’t come easy.
When the nations make corporations divide…
Technology demands that we move on…
Build a house, a computer, raise a kid, and build some bombs.
Retaliation from the “Corp.”
You can fuck yourself, you twerp! It’s not about the money!
Anarchistic thought run through my head
without stopping for what we though we were fighting for.
A nation in disgrace…
Unfortunately democracies don’t come easy,
in a world where money makes the rules.
Society demands that we move on…
Build a house, a computer, cast your vote and build some bombs.
The world is in lots of trouble…
I never thought it would get this far.
“All move forward! On the double!”
We’re too busy sitting at the bar.
Unfortunately monopolies? They don’t come easy.
When the nations make corporations divide…
Technology demands that we move on…
Build a house, a computer, raise a kid, and build some bombs.
In a world where the government is wrong,
build a house, raise a kid, and build some bombs.
Track Name: Speaking Through Fists
See the faceless children struggle with division.
Dreams are shattered to reality.
Teaching hate to young ones, giving them their own guns,
one day they might shoot me.
It’s too late for us to change the way we’ve been living.
Instead of “giving up” we should just start giving.
Inside this twisted world where we all co-exist,
we bring up children who speak with their fists.
Growing up with hate, drawing to a sick fate,
they live their lives in purity.
Parents teach a lesson of hate with racist reason,
all bred into maturity.
It’s too late for us to change the way we’ve been living.
Instead of “giving up” we should just start giving.
Inside this twisted world where we all co-exist,
we bring up children who speak with their fists.
I know it’s so hard to live your life without any hate,
so don’t give up the fucking fight.
It’s time to move on, it’s time to forget,
it’s time to give in, it’s time for regret.
Inside this twisted world where we all co-exist,
we bring up children who speak with their fists.
Track Name: Pop-Tarts
Don’t want to be the one to bring you down.
I’m gonna be here when you come around.
One day you will wake up and then realize.
That I’m one for you, so open up your eyes.
Whoa.
Pick it up!

Here we go!

Don’t let society drag you down.
The fucking government wants to put you underground (six feet deep!).
But you and I don’t want to be that way.
We will fight them back, day after day after day.
Whoa.
Track Name: Memories
Memories from long ago have now faded away.
I just wanna know if what’s to come will do the same.
I face my future—it’s looking pretty grim.
Can’t remember memories, I can’t remember anything.

I look back to yesterday, what do I see?
My long and boring life is staring back at me.
I can’t remember what I used to be.
My whole fucking life’s a fading memory.

Everything from long ago is now and empty space.
Is there truly any way I can get back to that place.
I face my future, it’s looking fuckin’ grim.
Can’t remember memories, I can’t remember anything.

I now see what’s happening to all I’ve strived to be.
Everything disappears yet only I can see,
what I can’t remember and how it used to be.
My long and boring life’s a fading memory.
Track Name: Congratulations... (You've Successfully Fucked The System)
An unknown face making his getaway…
There are no signs of authority.
I watch from an uncaring point-of-view.
He fucked the system successfully.

Congratulations! Many tried and many failed.
You’ve done better than all of them.
You did something that they never really nailed.
You successfully fucked the system!

Everyday we try to find a way,
to get a little bit farther ahead.
Most of the time it doesn’t turn out right.
No, most of the time we usually end up dead.

So I say, Congratulations! Many tried and many failed.
You’ve done better than all of them.
You did something that we never really nailed.
You successfully fucked the system!

So I say, Congratulations! Many tried and many failed.
You’ve done better than all of them.
You did something that they never really nailed.
You successfully fucked the system!
Track Name: One Way Street
I woke up this morning and thought of you.
You went on through the day without a clue.
You are destroying me from inside out,
can’t you see what you are doing to me.

‘Cause I never cared what she means, and she’ll never say that she loves me.
So I might as well forget it ‘cause I’m walking down a one-way street.

Now you’re sitting right next to me.
I want to say but I can’t speak.
You are destroying me from inside out,
can’t you see what you are doing to me.

‘Cause I never cared what she means, and she’ll never say that she loves me.
So I might as well forget it ‘cause I’m walking down a one-way street. (x2)
Track Name: Same Shit Different Day
My mind has been sent astray, I can’t believe I live this way.
It’s a living but it’s rough, no one said life should be this tough.
I guess I’ll have to live it through, never know what I’m gonna do,
I do it all anyway, it’s all the same shit, different day. Everyday.

My mind never changes, always stays the fucking same,
I can’t believe I live my life like this, every single day.

Every day’s another fight, I wake up into blinding light,
Drag my dumb ass out of bed, my life is messing with my head.
Just one long consistency, but no one told me differently,
My job is always in the way, it’s all the same shit, different day. Everyday.

My mind never changes, always stays the fucking same,
I can’t believe I live my life like this, every single day.

Now my life has gone and changed, another year to rearrange,
you came to me without a sign, I never knew that you’d be mine.
And when it settles down once more, another day-another bore.
This damn disease won’t go away, it’s all the same shit, every day. Everyday.

My mind never changes, always stays the fucking same,
I can’t believe I live my life like this, every single day.
Track Name: The Choice
Tell me one more time how I'm supposed to be.
Then I'll tell you how funny you really seem to me.
The choices that you make are the chances that you take.
But don't push that this way ‘cause it isn't my mistake...
When I was growing up they taught me how to live,
to be a man who understands they ways that one should give.
But I have to look at things from a different point of view,
‘Cause the only thing they understand is to take away from you.

And now I see I'm like everybody else...
But instead of looking “Higher”, I only see myself,
and the billions of these people who think it's not a waste
to think that there control is guided by their faith...
I'm not saying that I'm right, or that you're the one that's wrong,
But you're the one who feels the need to blindly follow on.
And when all is said and done, and you fell there’s nothing left,
Did it turn out like you said, or was I right again?

So all the things you've taught me just seem to make no sense.
And every time something's wrong you feel you must repent.
To whom? For what? What good does it do?
Another medium where they can control you...

So how can you not see that your life is just a waste?
‘Cause you're sitting there debating the aspects of your faith.
One day you'll figure out that you really have a choice,
As for me I've found my way, and scream with my own voice.
You really need to see that there's more to life than this
And for a million years they've tried and always missed…
The choices that they made are the ones you can't oppose,
‘Cause you follow in their footsteps like a mindless fucking drone.

So you make a choice – ‘Cause I've found my voice...
And I don't need your fucking way of life,
With all the contradictions bordering on lies,
A lifetime of debate you don't have to much left,
Maybe you'll get you're answers one step away from death...
Track Name: Out Of Line
A scene base on family and truth—it all depends on you!
No label needed to define what we have done; we’ve broken all the rules.

Time to stop and think of your own words,
“It’s more than just a scene; it’s more like family.”
We’ve got friends from every walk of life who sympathize with our fight.
‘Cause we are stronger when we unite.

Remove the weak, the fake, the fallen, the dead… the ones who sold out.
Understand we keep this scene the alive.
In us we have no doubt.

Time to stop and think of your own words,
“It’s more than just a scene; it’s more like family.”
We’ve got friends from every walk of life who sympathize with our fight.
‘Cause we are stronger when we unite.

So now you see the reason why we’ve got to do this one more time.
We are so proud of what we have become, so don’t step out of line.
Track Name: Clear Your Head
take all that you've read
and all you've heard said
take every little bit of info
clogged up in your head
then play sane game
ream out your crowded brain
you'll feel much better
when you clear your head
I know it's a bitch you gotta try
you lose control and would like to know
the reason why
I know it's a bitch to clear your head
you lose control
then life is over you are dead.
now you may ask why why such a blue sky
of all the colors on a palette
that you might try
your mental landscape
you'll feel much better when you clear your head
and soon you'll see
a much better way to be
you'll see the person that you sought to be
you got to be
get your new clean slate
when all that shit is erased
you'll feel much better
when you clear your head
your life - is a dump for garbage sinner
stacked up with the shit
of worthless refuse from the past
now you're backed up against the wall
your life - a crowded thought collection
so many theories
dearly handed down to you
and you just can't condense them

it's your life.