Unmacho

by Rozwell Kid

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released February 19, 2013

Jordan Hudkins - Vox / Guitar
Andrew LaCara - Guitar / Vox
Adam L. Meisterhans - Lead Guitar / Synth
Devin Donnelly - Bass / Vox
Sean Hallock - Drums / Percussion

Recorded / Mixed / Mastered by David Klug in Pittsburgh, PA
[ www.facebook.com/davidklugstudio ]

Bud Carroll plays the solo in "Afterparty"

Brian Spragg is the ghost in "Lipstick"

Dylan Balliett plays acoustic guitar in "Afterparty"

Ryan Hizer does 6 tracks of pickscrapes in "Bonehead"

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Track Name: Bonehead
Oh wow Oh wow
I really fucked up now
I really fucked up now
Oh wow I made a big mistake

Oh holy cow
I really fucked up now
Oh holy cow
I've gone and made a big mistake

I didn't know what you needed
I didn't do what had to be done
Now you're going out the door
Now you're going
Now you're leaving
And now I'm all left alone
I'm left alone
I'm all alone
Track Name: Van Man
I'm a van man-baby
Yean, I've always been
I'm a van man-baby
Through thick and thin

I don't want no car
I don't want no truck
I'm a van man-baby
I don't give a fuck

I'm a van man-baby
Yean, I've always been
I'm a van man-baby
Until the very end

I don't want no car
I don't want no truck
I'm a van man-baby
I don't give a fuck
Track Name: Lipstick
All bets are off
When the sun begins to split
No other choice
But to throw a hissy-fit

He wears the lipstick
He wears an old prom dress
Nail polish on his claws
I'm scared to death
And I'm shakin' in my Roos
Cuz it's time to go

Don't make me go

Just play it cool
In the back row, out of sight
Just keep your eyes shut
Any make it through the night

He wears the lipstick
He wears an old prom dress
Nail polish on his claws
I'm scared to death
And I'm shakin' in my Roos
Cuz it's time to go

Don't make me go
Track Name: Unmacho
You're looking good
But you're so lame
I'm stuck to you
It's a crying shame
I wanna split but I can't move
You own me
I own you

It breaks me heart
When we start out
It breaks my brain
When I think about
The way you choke out a good mood
You breathe me
I breathe you

All I gotta do is run away
As far away as I can get
Until my sneakers melt into the pavement
But I can't get far
Cuz I'm unmacho
That's the curse you placed upon my shrimpy head
Unmacho til the day I die
I'll never ever be a hunk
Track Name: Gumshoe
I'm not a collector
Yeah, I'm prone to lose my shit
I've reached the end of my rope
Wise up and learn to quit

Never forget
When the highlight of your life
Was the night you found a Sheetz with a drive-thru

I'm not a gumshoe
I can't seem to figure out
What it takes to find a place
Where I can be myself

Never forget
When the highlight of your life
Was the night you found a Sheetz with a drive-thru

Ever since I was born, I used to be a baby
Track Name: Afterparty
A long drive, A long night
And we're fading fast
We need a shot in the arm
To help make it last

I was outta my head, man
Face flat on the floor
I was burning to throw down
Stuck with nowhere to go
But then you shouted it out
The magic words we were waiting to hear
Afterparty at your house
Wolf piss, biscuits and beer

My head is heavier now
Than it's ever been
I need a pillow of tie-dye
To maintain the spin

I was outta my head, man
Face flat on the floor
I was burning to throw down
Stuck with nowhere to go
But then you shouted it out
The magic words we were waiting to hear
Afterparty at your house
Wolf piss, biscuits and beer
Track Name: Chain Wallet
My hair isn't long enough
My shirt isn't dumb enough
My pant legs aren't wide enough for me

My browser isn't quick enough
My goatee isn't thick enough
This sharktooth isn't sick enough for me

All along, I was wrong

Sitting on my deathbed
All I ever wanted was a chain wallet
Track Name: Dirt Wave
Scraped out of bed
And I'm already way late
My guts are black
And my head is a greasy mess
No time to wash
So I do what I do, yeah
I'll ride the dirt wave

I'm feeling sick
Wanna take it all back now
My guts are black
And my head is a greasy mess
No second chance
So I do what I do, yeah
Drown in the dirt wave

I'm gonna dress up in my Sunday best
And wear a party hat made out of trash
To celebrate my well constructed mess

No use in trying, it's a waste of time
This mess is blowing up over my head
Thank God that shitty living ain't a crime

I'll do a triple gainer off my bed
I'm sinking lower than I've ever been
Stuck in a sandwich made of garbage bread

Throw up my hands and blow the whole thing off
So many better ways to waste your time
My boner for a better life has gone soft
Track Name: Guts
Just heard the bad news
Your guts have split in two
I was crazy over you
And now our time is through

And now I'm stuck in Baton Rouge
Not I'm stuck with out a clue
What am I supposed to do
Track Name: Rozwell Man
I've slacked so hard to get this far
I'm wearing out
With a bad attitude and a worthless car
I'm broken down

If I had one hundred bucks
I'd buy myself one fuck to give
To you so you could fuck yourself
Don't tell me how I'm supposed to live

I've slept so much to get this buff
I'm working out
I've lost my drive I'm out of touch
I'm burning out

If I had one hundred bucks
I'd buy myself one fuck to give
To you so you could fuck yourself
Don't tell me how I'm supposed to live
It's not a race, there is no plan
No house no kid no car no wife
I'm gonna make the same mistakes
Don't tell me how to live my life

Get in the van
I don't have a plan
I'll try and try and try again
To grow into a Rozwell Man