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We Will Not Comply

by The Snakes

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1.
If you listen hard enough You can hear the gods are laughing A lifetime of my dreams and drive Are all cut down for nothing Your faith is in another man Not trained nor tried nor tested But, father, I've a different plan Of power interrupted Did you think this Empire Would support your peaceful plan? Our people cruel and savage A primal side of man They want no peace nor riches No unified land Their lust for blood and carnage Will be delivered by my hand And an Empire will Fall at my command And an Empire will Fall because I sold it out And an Empire will Fall by my hand And an Empire will Fall because it's mine to deliver to a Dark Age of Despair No hope of the Republic You'd dreamed we'd be someday Your cheap and fragile vision Ripped apart and thrown away No hero in my brother Exiled, left for dead His loved ones raped and murdered A bounty on his head No rebellious spirit In my sister's sympathy I know about her moves at night And her conspiracy And when I'm gone you'll try to fix The damage that I've done You'll see my twisted legacy At every twist and turn And corruption will rise across the land And the skies will rain with blood upon the Earth And an Empire will Decay from the inside And an Empire will Fall because it's mine to deliver to a Dark Age of Despair We'll let the gods decide We'll let the gods decide We'll let the gods decide You'll do as the gods decide!
2.
Burn It Down 04:54
I am no good at writing I won't promise to call I'm getting tired of fighting But you'll never see me crawl My legs are getting weary Gonna drop out of the race All my gifts rejected Thrown back in my face Nothing left for me to offer Life has emptied out my coffers Nothing left I should be doing I wake each day to face my ruins So now it's time to Burn it down Burn it down Burn it down I light a match and then I Burn it down Burn it down Burn it down And blow the ash away Don't offer me salvation For a minute of my time Don't hit me for donations 'Cause I won't give you a dime Don't ask me for a hand up To pull you from this mess I won't be your Cassandra while you Keep on playing deaf The sea has dried and left a valley A perfect place to hold your rally Your voices loud, your arms are waving Yours the only lives worth saving As for me I'll Burn it down Burn it down Burn it down I'll shut the door and then I'll Burn it down Burn it down Burn it down And then I'll walk away You didn't watch where you were going It's time to reap what you've been sowing I could have helped you play the piper You shut me out and chose this viper Now we can only Burn it down Burn it down Burn it down If I can't sell it then I'll Burn it down Burn it down Burn it down I won't give it away So now it's time to Burn it down Burn it down Burn it down I told you fuckers that I'd Burn it down Burn it down Burn it down Down, down, down Down!
3.
The Product 03:22
You are the product Of a culture obsessed With products And violence And you were brought up With the fear of going broke And being chased down By sirens You are a product And it is so fucked When you're whoring your time Out to pimp thugs To get your small cut You are a target For vampire pitchmen Whose fangs salivate At the sight of a wallet You are a product It's not what we wanted To be bought and sold by Billionaire rich dicks Til we're all dead But that's how the world is We're used til we die And our void gets replenished By more products You are a Product
4.
O Death 06:14
O, Death O, Death Won't you spare me over til another year Well what is this that I can't see With ice cold hands takin' hold of me Well I am death, none can excel I'll open the door to heaven or hell Whoa, death someone would pray Could you wait to call me another day The children prayed, the preacher preached Time and mercy is out of your reach I'll fix your feet til you cant walk I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk I'll close your eyes so you can't see This very hour, come and go with me I'm death I come to take the soul Leave the body and leave it cold To draw up the flesh off of the frame Dirt and worm both have a claim O, Death O, Death Won't you spare me over til another year My mother came to my bed Placed a cold towel upon my head My head is warm my feet are cold Death is a-movin upon my soul Oh, death how you're treatin' me You've close my eyes so I can't see Well you're hurtin' my body You make me cold You run my life right outta my soul Oh death please consider my age Please don't take me at this stage My wealth is all at your command If you will move your icy hand Oh the young, the rich or poor Hunger like me you know No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold Nothing satisfies me but your soul O, death O, death Wont you spare me over til another year Wont you spare me over til another year Wont you spare me over til another year

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We will not comply with your fascist political chicanery and authoritarian demands for conformity. We will sing because that's what we do. We will play guitars and bang drums and burn this place to the ground. That is how we like it. So it has been throughout history. So it will be today.

But if the noise level is bothering you, we'll turn it down. Is that better? Good. Sleep well!

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released September 19, 2017

Zach Tipton - bass (& lead vocals on The Product and O Death)
Aaron Smith - drums (& lead vocals on Burn It Down)
Mikki Scorpion - guitar (& lead vocals on Fall and O Death)

All music written and performed by the Snakes
The Product - words and music by Zach Tipton
Burn It Down - words by Aaron Smith
The Fall of the Roman Empire - words by Mikki Scorpion and Rayna Terror
O Death - words are a traditional Appalachian folk song

Produced by Joe Tessone at Mystery Street Recording Company, Chicago, IL.

Cover illustration by Eli Wyand - www.inqorporeal.com
All characters depicted on the cover are fictional and any resemblance to real persons are entirely in your own imagination, Russell Crowe.

Special thanks to our die hard fans who make it all worth the effort.

And to Aaron Smith's future anger management therapist, we're so sorry. It was giving us good music! We had no idea! We're so sorry!

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The Snakes Chicago, Illinois

From the karaoke bars of Rogers Park comes a union of three great musicians with day jobs who like it fast, loud, rude, and ending at a reasonable hour so we can work tomorrow.

The Snakes are Zach Tipton on bass, Mikki Scorpion on guitar, and Aaron Smith on drums.

We expect you all to give us ridiculous amounts of money and sexual acts to challenge our wildest imaginations. When you're ready.
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