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Worship me
Another brain dead loser
But everybody knows me
So I’m better than you
Look at me
The fucking human coat hanger
So replaceable
It should make you puke
How did we go wrong?
Where did we go wrong?
Worship me
In your tabloid paper
Your alcoholic – shit talking
Jesus Christ
Or hate me
And follow me for laughter
You still made me money
And you wasted your life
How did we go wrong?
Where did we go wrong?
You’re to blame as well
You’re to blame as well
Sent our kids to hell
And I’m to blame as well
How did we go wrong?
Where did we go wrong?
(repeat)
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I’m missin’ work ‘cause I can’t drop the cocaine
Home jerkin’ off ‘till I bleed – insane
I run my mouth – dodge a beating every day
Shut down by pills to curb my anxiety
(chorus)
To tie my hand
Shut my mouth
That could buy a little time
- Bring it down inside my mind
I’ll find a way
I’ve been waiting for so long
To take my life and make it mine
I got a girl who don’t even know me
I’m fucking women from 18 to 50
Ain’t had a friend I trust in a decade
My Mom and Dad get lies when they see me
(Chorus)
(Breakdown)
To tie my hand
Shut my mouth
That could buy a little time
- Take the sting from my eyes
To tie my hand
Shut my mouth
That could buy a little time
- Help me read between the lines
To tie my hand
Shut my mouth
That could buy a little time
- Twice as sweet but half as nice
To tie my hand
Shut my mouth
That could buy a little time
- Bring it down inside my mind
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In a fist fight for my life
I’m gonna win this round tonight
I can’t afford to let you walk away
Set fire to the place
Risk my neck – do whatever it takes
But I’ll get what I want or you can dig my grave
(chorus)
Victory or death
Victory or death
I’ll take what I want and nothing less
Victory or death
One shot left at living free
Nobody take that away from me
I’m a desperate man and getting worse all the time
Ask me why I act this way?
Fuck you bitch and the games you play
Eat, sleep, work, shit, piss and watch TV
(chorus)
Victory or death
Victory or death
I’ll take what I want and nothing less
Victory or death
Victory or death
Victory or death
Back to the wall – put to the test
Victory or death
(chorus)
Victory or death
Victory or death
One shot left – take your best
Victory or death
Victory or death
Victory or death
I’ll take what I want – fuck the rest
Victory or death
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Black Shirt
Black Shoes
I’m always ready for your funeral
Hot freaks
And cheap booze
I’ve got the class of a carnival
(chorus)
What do I want?
What have you got to lose?
I’m a mess
I wanna mess with you
Loud mouth
And bad taste
I show restraint like an animal
Fast hands
And flip moods
I’ll grind you down just to take control
(chorus)
What do I want?
What can I take from you?
Yeah I’m fucked
And I’ll fuck your life up too baby
Street walkin’
Shit talkin’
I’m a mess with you
Dirt wearin’
Disease sharin’
I’m a mess with you
Turn me on
Turn you out
I’m a mess with you
Build you up
Just to strip you down
I wanna mess with you
I’m a mess with you
I’m a mess with,
I wanna mess with,
I’m gonna mess you
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I’m pop star homicide
Audio gang rape
I’ll blow out your brains
Give you more than you can take
I am the one in the way of your dreams
(HEY!)
I’ll smash down everything you wanted to be
(HEY!)
And I won’t look back
Baby when I run through you
(chorus)
Hands off my rock n’ roll
Tattooed fakes and pretty boys
Tits and ass and background noise
Motherfucker - we’re gunnin’ for you
I’ll be the bomb at the base of your “industry”
You’re taking up valuable, undeserved real-estate
Yeah I’m the dirty bitch you can’t ignore
(HEY!)
Taking back everything that you stole
(HEY!)
And I won’t look back
Baby when I run through you
(chorus)
(chorus)
Hands off my rock n’ roll
Tattooed fakes and pretty boys
Tits and ass and background noise
Motherfucker - we’re gunnin’ for you
Hands off my rock n’ roll
Pigs in suits and brain dead whores
You had your chance – you’re out of control
Motherfucker - we’re gunnin’ for you
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Hey little girl you look pretty good
But you’re looking at me all wrong
I could tell right away you’s an uptight bitch
Had her ass kissed a little too long
So shake that chip off your shoulder babe
Before I have to go and do you harm
Or first chance I get to turn you ‘round
Baby I’ll stick it to you…..
(Chorus)
All night long
All night long
Hey tough guy did you look around
‘cause you’re nobody right now
And I can do with you what I want
Don’t test me to show you how
So stay on your best behavior man
And you can live through the end of this song
But so much as one dirty look
and motherfucker I’ll stick it to you…
(Chorus)
*(breakdown speech (album))
This song goes out to all you suckers out there
If you gonna come round me you best come correct
Or get put on your ass before you know what hit ya**
**(breakdown speech (live))
This song goes out to all you suckers out there
Who think you’re just gonna stand there and stare at us
If you didn’t come here to get down – then you’re bringing me down
And you best take you’re lame ass on out of here –right motherfucking now.**
You’ve got a choice to make
So what’s it gonna be
What’s it gonna be motherfucker?
What’s it gonna be?
One, two three
- more time than I need with you
Your world ends now
-nothing that you can do
There ain’t no time like right now
For you and me to get it on
But you’d better be damn sure what you want
‘cause I will stick it to you
(chorus)
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I sit around man
I talk talk talk talk talk talk talk
‘bout anything I heard from someone smarter
Give me a call man
We’ll coordinate jackets
So we can all go out in different plastic leather
(pre-chorus)
Well I’ve got you now
Yeah I’ve got you now
Some disco rock n’ roll
I heard it on my radio
I think that someone just told me I like it
I find myself so fascinating
Because there’s nothing declared hip I haven’t bought yet
(pre-chorus)
(chorus)
Don’t talk to me
Without a word of your own
Fashion and fascism
they’re the same damn thing as far as I know
Your individuality
It’s fucking everywhere I go
New York Drone
New York Drone
I eat my tofu
I go to yoga school
I got my pair of Weezer glasses
It’s New York City babe and if I follow all the rules
then I might be the world’s biggest asshole
(pre-chorus)
(chorus)
Don’t preach to me
Without a thought of your own
Just like the sewer rat -
sophistication it’s all in where you call home
Every book you hide behind
They don’t mean shit when you’re alone
New York Drone
New York Drone
Could be a bad time
Could be the wrong time
I know – I know
Could be the wrong time
Could be a bad time
I know – I know
Could be the wrong time
Be a bad time
Be the wrong time
May be a good time
May be the right time
May be a good time
Be the right time
From the right guy
(chorus)
You can scoff at me
when you do one thing that’s your own
I’ll see you broken -
A slave to the rules that you impose
Always the first one to speak
And the last one to know
New York Drone
New York Drone
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I’ve hit the wall
Seen my suicide in alcohol and pills
You can take it all
Stay by my side until I learn to lean on you
… but I’ll be here standing
A thousand more fatalistic nights
A thousand more soul crushing fights
And I’ll be here Standing
… without you
Tattooed with heartache
Broken family
And your lost psychotic love
Trampled by sycophants
You can run me down
‘till I can almost taste the gun
But I’ll be here standing
… when I should be dead and gone
I’ll be here standing
Another broken heart
…I’ll be here standing
Another shattered dream
…I’ll be here standing
Another stab in the back
…I’ll be here standing
Another day alone
…I’ll be here standing
Another soul sucking job
…I’ll be here standing
Another day with no God
…I’ll be here standing
Another day in New York
…I’ll be here standing
Another day without you
…I’ll be here standing
(Whoah standing yeah.)
Another failed try
Another empty lie
Another night that should put me underground
A revolution
911
A holocaust couldn’t bring me down
I’ll be here standing
When you’re not even a memory
I’ll be here standing...
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Yesterday you were my one and only
Now you’s just a memory for wasting time
How could I look past the things you told me?
It never did escape me what was on your mind
Now that it’s over
You’ve become what I knew you would
(chorus)
I saw right through you
And you were the one
Left behind
All your lies came true
And you were the one
Left behind
I’m glad you think you finally found your happiness
Your happiness is not enough for me
I never really wanted to be gloating
Just thankful for the day that you had set me free
Now that we’re smarter
You should see why you aren’t mine
(Chorus)
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The Holland Tunnel
The midnight train
I need to dump some bodies
I’m out to stake my claim
(chorus)
Straight up ahead I’m a radical
Straight up ahead I’m a radical
Straight up ahead I’m a radical
Straight up ahead I’m a radical
In a Bowery basement
Underneath my knife
We are the politicians
We’s shapin’ lives
(chorus)
This ain’t no big screen movie
Nobody foolin’ round
Still tonight’s gonna be your big break
They gonna write your story down
From the fields of Mississippi
To the freight yards of Chicago
To the Medowlands of Jersey
To the deserts of El Paso
That’s where I hide my revolution
Got my own quiet revolution
So many revolutionary destinations
I see the traces on the late night news
And if you believe in miracles
If you believe in pain
Well I hope you’ll come find me
So we can make a change
I tie the wicked to my bedpost
I lay to waste the things I hate the most
I make a last stand for the practical
Straight up ahead I’m a radical
Straight up ahead I’m a radical
Straight up ahead I’m a radical
Straight up ahead I’m a radical
Straight up ahead I’m a radical
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10th Anniversary Reissue of "Hanging by A Thread" by NYC's TSI. Album has been fully remixed and remastered and the digital artwork booklet has been updated.
released October 20, 2020
Geoff Lenox: Vocals, Harmonica, Synths/FX, Samples
Dirty Migz: Guitars
Fernando Rosario: Bass
Texas Clamp: Drums
Scott Treibitz: Piano
Produced by: Joe Hogan, Alex Rude, T.S.I.
Engineered by: Joe Hogan
Mixed by: Ariel Levine
Mastered by: Gentry Studer at Epicenter Mastering
Artwork by Geoff Lenox
Photography by Caitlin Casella
"Jonestown" written by: Dirty Migz/Geoff Lenox
"Make it Mine" written by: Geoff Lenox
"Victory or Death" written by: Dirty Migz/Geoff Lenox
"Mess" written by: Geoff Lenox
"Hands Off My Rock N' Roll" written by: Dirty Migz/Geoff Lenox
"Stick it to You" written by: Dirty Migz/Geoff Lenox
"New York Drone" written by: Solomon Gezari/Geoff Lenox
"I'll be Here Standing" written by: Geoff Lenox
"Left Behind" written by: Dirty Migz/Geoff Lenox
"Radical" written by: Geoff Lenox