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Orphan Killbot

by Orphan Killbot

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1.
Comeback...? 01:27
Don't call it a comeback We never made it in the first place Always meant to try a little harder But it seemed like such a waste Just need a little push to get it started up again So when's the push gonna come? The motivation's gone, but what else could we expect We're just too goddamn lazy and dumb So who's gonna book more shows? Who wants the job when no one goes? Plan out all our moves But no one cares, so what's the use To write ten thousand songs, when no one really wants to sing along So don't call it a comeback We'll never make it in the first place We just don't want to try any harder Cause it seems like such a waste
2.
Eating Crow 02:23
I oughtta learn to keep it to myself Sometimes, staying quiet helps But no one else seems willing to Call you out on what you do I gotta tell you, what you do is wrong I've kept quiet far too long Do what you want, not what you should You're gonna hear me out for your own good This time, you're right, I just don't care I'm never gonna change I'm a self-righteous son of a bitch, and I know I'm just gonna go and Do it again Never could keep it to myself Feeling stupid, but the whiskey helps I just assumed that I was right I guess I should apologize Sometimes I get things wrong I step in where I don't belong Do what I want, not what I should I oughtta just shut up for my own good This time, I'm wrong, I still don't care I'm never gonna change I'm a self-righteous son of a bitch, and I know I'm just gonna go and Do it again Unwanted opinions They'll always be my stock-in-trade
3.
Love & Money 02:29
Saved herself til that, "Special One," came along Gave it up after two good years Three weeks late and she can't keep anything down But he says that it can't be his Two years later she's kicked out of her house, with a Year-old son and a dead-end job at some bar Find a place, pay the rent, but she's coming up short Shit plus tips doesn't stretch that far And she thinks Love is good but money's better Life's too long, and you never get what you want Pinned under it's thumb by one mistake Short skirt, fishnets, and a new pair of boots Different job, different pay, different life Pay for play, just a way to make ends meet Bills are paid, and her son's brought up right Driver picks her up, heads to the hotel, get the Money first, just as soon as he closes the door Finish up, and she laughs in his face when he asks How she lives with being a whore? And she says Love is good, but money's better Life's too short, so take whatever you want There's no sin so great it won't wash away
4.
Sober Girl 02:19
The Night Life, I hate it I should've stayed home and masturbated "What's your name?" Why bother? Let's just drink until we like each other What's the use, if we'll both forget Just as soon as the hangover comes again? There might be something there, but I'm too drunk to tell So, oh fucking well Best foot forward, soft target Hard to get, or maybe hard to want it I'm shit-faced, and you're sober Something tells me this just won't go over well So what's the point if we both black out? Maybe next time, we'll find something to talk about These drunken hook-ups always end up the same It's just so fucking inane Don't wanna drink, don't wanna fuck, it never seems like enough Another night of drunken innuendo I just want a girl who likes me when she's sober
5.
Set up, knocked down Left to rot in this worthless, dead-end town Never had a chance, so tell me who's blame Take it out on everybody, they're all the same So hit the floor, you better pray they're gonna listen to me Let the masses come, I'll give 'em something to see Now that I have your attention, keep your eyes on me Tie 'em down, no one leaves until it's done They're gonna pay, 'cause I'm the Son of Misfortune Payback, overdue I want my share, and I'm taking it out on you Got a gun, and a debt to collect on If I'm a victim, then you're gonna be one, too So hit the floor, you better pray they're gonna listen to me Let the masses come, I'll give 'em something to see Now that I have your attention, keep your eyes on me Tie 'em down, no one leaves until it's done They're gonna pay, 'cause I'm the Son of Misfortune
6.
Intervention 01:29
It's wasted time, there's no need for you to be so concerned But you want to give it more attention than it really deserves I say no need for panic, you say I'm just an addict Over-emphatic, what the hell'd you even think I would learn? Don't want to pay it too much mind, don't care to change after all this time How can I get you to see advice is no use to me? It's just a blind spot, so you say, that I always keep some other thing in the way An inability to see what's staring right up at me Back and forth, you say, "Problem," I say, "Passing the time." Point and counter-point, I shoot yours down, and you refute mine You don't want to lose a good friend, I don't want to hear it again Just tell me when I can expect you to leave the sermon behind Don't want to pay it too much mind, don't care to change after all this time How can I get you to see advice is no use to me? It's just a blind spot, so you say, that I always keep some other thing in the way An inability to see what's staring right up at me
7.
Par for the course, don't wanna try it again I'm getting tired of hearing, "Fuck you" I'm getting tired of saying, "Fuck you, too" Still, guess I'm gonna go and try it again Maybe it's just a lack of standards Maybe I've got nothing else to do So maybe I'm a hopeless fucking mess But I'm not too proud to go home with Second-Best Why aim higher when I'll get shot down in flames? I can't believe I shaved for this I've never been much for taking it slow It's hard to get off at a stand-still And who the fuck would want to? Why bother asking when the answer is no? Maybe I just want a cheap screw Maybe boredom makes it hard to think things through So maybe I'm a hopeless fucking mess But I'm not too proud to go home with Second-Best Why aim higher when I'll get shot down in flames I can't believe I shaved for this
8.
I come to in a run-down motel room Lights on, pants off, an empty bottle of Jack Hip-deep in another man's new bride Finish up, wanna show her the door, but I can't remember if the room has been paid for, besides I've got nowhere else to crash tonight So alright. Payday comes and I'm sittin' at the bar Line 'em up, shoot 'em down, until they throw my ass out Same drill as any other Thursday night Some prick's breathing down my neck I turn around ask him if we've ever even met, he says "No, but I believe you've met my wife So let's fight." A lifetime of disaster Have another drink and watch it burn out faster Having fun's getting to be no fun at all I've hit The Wall Another girl, in another motel room Snort it in, freaking out, she's doing way too much coke Her eyes roll back into her head EMS is banging at the door, but I'm still trying to pick her ass up off the floor, thinking She'll feel better once I get her back in bed. But she's dead. A lifetime of disaster Have another drink and watch it burn out faster Having fun's getting to be no fun at all I've hit The Wall
9.
Free Refill 02:18
She liked to talk, he liked to screw Friends gave it a year, they lasted two Called it quits and kept in touch from time to time "Let's get a drink," or maybe, "Let's hang out, I'd like some company" Thin pretext, but it happens every time "It's great to see you again," And just like that, the clothes hit the floor "Just once more..." Then, separate ways until they both weaken again It's not a crime, it isn't bad Nobody's trying to get back what they had A minor vice, but what's the harm, if it's just two old friends? It isn't like they plan it It's hard to give up homefield advantage There's comfort in familiar roles on which they've come to depend "Just thought I'd drop by again," And just like that, the clothes hit the floor "Just once more..." Then, wondering when the other's gonna want it to end "Can I stay over again?" And just like that the clothes hit the floor "Just once more..." It's getting hard to even try to pretend He wants to talk, she wants to fuck They wonder how it got so fucked up Swear up and down that it's the last thing that they'd intend "...When can I see you again?"
10.
This is what it smells like When the dumpster at the abortion clinic Catches on fire So they say that I'm a Sociopath, but I don't know I just wanna set some fires Dumpster makes an ideal target Just makes sure you know what's in there first The smell of burning fetuses never comes out It's hard to run away When you're throwing up I never thought It would really smell like pork It started off when I was young, my Father came and told me, "Son, this World has gone to hell, and we're both Soldiers for Jesus" I didn't care about, "The Cause" I only went along because I liked to burn shit down But now my dad would be so proud It's hard to understand When you're growing up But now I know that God Loves to burn shit too. They put it out before the Building could catch, but I don't care That was never the real point I may need an excuse, but it's the Action, not the cause that gets me off I only wish that I could just forget that smell Burn it away I’ll burn this whole damned world someday
11.
Another night spent in the bag, Another day to sleep it off Another chance to find the missing pieces I have lost But I never find the will or find the way or even try to start to fix the shit that really ought to count Don't wanna give it up, so, I down another shot, and grab the bottle then I do it again Half a lifetime beer in hand, same party, different faces, an occasional fuck Diminished options, so I fake it and pretend to laugh it up And I know that I should get away from all the shit that makes me want to do it but then knowing doesn't help Drowning slow, but it doesn't matter, so, I down another shot, and grab the bottle then I do it again On the highway 2 am, nodding off empty bottles rolling round my feet The road's too dark and I'm still lit up, eyes crossed, half-asleep There's a curve that takes a left over the bridge but I don't see it then the wheels are up and all I see is sky No apologies, but I guess it means that I ain't never gonna get to do it again
12.
Here she comes, like it or not She wants a man, who can take all of what she's got Or one who at least won't run away I'm pinned against the counter While her breathing's getting louder A captive audience with nothing to say Some like 'em young, some like 'em old Some like the ones who do just as they're told But for the best, you know what they say Big girls try harder Tanisha, the Two-Ton Tickler Some like 'em skinny, I like mine thicker An avalanche coming too fast to run away And she said, "Do you wanna fuck me, and my best friend? Her name is Brittney, and she gives the world's best head You can even watch us, if that's you thing..." She's not gonna let another one get away She's hooking up, doesn't really matter what it takes Fight it all you want, but in the end It comes to just one thing Some like 'em young, some like 'em old Some like the ones who do just as they're told But for the best, you know what they say Big girls try harder Tanisha, the Two-Ton Tickler Some like 'em skinny, I like mine thicker An avalanche coming too fast to run away
13.
Trouble 02:04
Never wanted trouble, but the trouble always wanted you. So what do you intend to do? Never thought they'd see you with a gun held in your hand. That was never really part of the plan. A simple plan, nobody gonna get hurt Two shots, and the plan goes straight to Hell Dead friend, dead clerk, and a register Alarm is going, but you're damn scared to tell Shake it off, and you grab your friend's gun You never know just when you're gonna need one Wanna run, but you can't leave without What you came for Find the cash box underneath the counter Two Bodies, and your life's gone straight to hell Just as well "Easy money..." said your friend as he pulled his gun Easy money, till the clerk pulled another one And not a second thought for consequence in the end Desperate times, and a friend with a bad idea. You say, "No one gets hurt, just so we're clear." Now you hear the sirens and the gun's there in your hand. This was never really part of the plan. Never wanted trouble, but the trouble always wanted you. So what are you prepared to do?
14.
Bored looks from all the girls One-by-one they hit the Stage and work the pole for singles Bar closes down at one Ten bucks for a cold Beer, and thirty for a table dance Hell no, I wanna go Where I can touch and they'll touch back I wanna go Some place with five-girl live sex shows like Canada Fake tits as far as the eye can see Two-by-two they hit the Stage and work each other over The bar don't close til ten of three Three bucks for a cold Beer, you won't believe what you'd get for thirty Hell yeah, I wanna go Where I can touch and they'll touch back I wanna go Cheap beer, cheap girls, cheap thrills, sweet Canada

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released July 7, 2015

Written by Orphan Killbot
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Ian van Opijnen

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