It's a Shame​.​.​.

by Ed Gein

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released January 1, 2003

Recorded, mixed, and mastered in May of 2003 at Indie Audio Arts by Jason "Jocko" Randall.

Artwork, layout, design by Aaron Jenkins

Release by Hex Records

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Track Name: You suck at life...and I'm not talking about the board game.
You want to see me fail. You want to pump my dreams full of lead and put their blood soaked corpses on public display, with a sign around their neck that says "This is what happens when you don't do things our way." But your ways aren't for me. And when you realize you have wasted your life away I'll be there, ready to hang a sign around your neck that says "I suck at life."
Track Name: The Marlboro Man is a douche bag.
Light up another one, you inconsiderate shit head. You're infringing on my right to breathe clean air. For all of us who like our lungs the way they are; go smoke a shotgun instead.
Track Name: A way to kill old people.
How could you be content to drift through life never questioning? Sticking your head in the sand whenever you see something you don't like. If you can't see it then it's not there right? Age won't make me apathetic. Old ways for old people, new ways for new. This is our way to kill old people. Age won't break me.
Track Name: Nice shoes...wanna fuck?
Carve another notch in your bedpost, whore. Lay back and tally up the score. Count the number of hearts you've ripped from chests, then put your pretty eyes to rest. They've had a long day of looking for love in all the wrong places. Putting too much stock in pretty faces. When will you learn the difference between lust and love?
Track Name: I wish you the best...
I can see it in your eyes. You've finally learned your lesson. I could forgive and forget. But it's too little, too late. I could say "I told you so" but I think a big old "Fuck You" is much more appropriate. Fuck you, it's too little too late.
Track Name: Beating a dead horse.
She's a dead horse. There's no sense in beating her into the ground. She's a dead horse. Accept it and move on. No matter how many times you kick her in the chest she will not take another breath. And don't let the twitches fool you. It's just nerves, it won't last. There's something newer and better waiting to take her place. But you won't move on. So as you sit here beating a dead horse we'll be riding circles around you.
Track Name: What is this monstrosity?!
We have three choices from here. Evolution, regression, or stagnation. And I will choose the first. I would rather move on. Because looking backwards is worse than standing still. I will move on. I will take Brody's advice. "You face forward, or you face the possibility of shock and damage."