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Family, Home, Justice, Rage

by We've Got Hostiles

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My world is on both knees One hurt, one made to kneel With a gun to it's skull And now I got a child of three Who's losing parity I'll never let them pull Count to three Then hear the click "No one came to me to ask, are you patriotic enough to risk your life for the US economy" All the screens project safety until it's in your home Time to stand ground. Your father's begging with his eyes as he chokes As the President claims that it's all a hoax What would you do if he died finding That they had lied to you He's not even a number They won't achknowledge the pain They'll suppress what you see with your eyes For their own gain Take it in As it all clicks "We have five cases, we have nothing to worry about. But if we see 100,000 deaths, I'd say we did good." All your screens project safety until it's in your home Time to stand ground.
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Today I saw, the charred up remains Of a marsupial, in New South Wales Body screaming, trapped behind wire Like that dream scene with Sarah Connor But real. I couldn't believe it was real. So real. Captain Cook set sail there Led by St Elmo's fire And now his colonial kin Throw the country on the pyre An extinction event for the rich The media loses its attention, As it runs the cycle and it comes to the conclusion That the people are bored of a country burning Did you hear what that celebrity's been doing? He's been running his mouth, he also wore something outrageous, Just ignore the scent of the cinders in Auckland. Cause the prime minister went took a few photos, He shook burnt hands and said it's under control, While denying the influence of coal. It's still burning, It's still burning, It's still burning, It's still burning. Don't go, watch the show. Take it in, Take it in, Take it in, Take it in. Today I saw, the charred up remains Of a marsupial, in New South Wales.
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Blood Cult 04:16
Over their shoulder, a fuhrer's spectre, Waving their flag and screaming no surrender. They're leaded on by the bourgeois To believe they're the iconoclasts. Staking their claim, Rewriting history, Boosting the links where the comments agree. Taking lead of the cultural narrative Taking minorities captive! There's no self reflection to be done When you can look down the barrel of a gun Goaded by words like "infest, invade" Allude to murder, insects and rape Teach yourself to hate Directly from the state. Lone wolf, they'll say, Disturbed, they'll say, Troubled teen, they'll say, Share thoughts and pray, Death toll thirty, Just another day. Some find friends in fury, Uphold rage with their doctrine, Marinate in their own hateful obligation, Seek a foe. Some seek validation in The levels of their melanin. Conflating achievement with country loyalty. Undertow. Lone wolf, they'll say, Disturbed, they'll say, Troubled teen, they'll say, Share thoughts and pray, The death toll is now thought to be at least. Death toll sixty, Just another day. It's a can of worms that cannot be closed, There are more weapons than people in homes. It's a can of worms that cannot be closed, There are more weapons than people in homes.
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Yellowhammer 02:57
Class war! You become the prey as the boar eat the boar Class war! The rich gather round as the poor eat poor Civility, it's a lie! That we're fed to maintain public apathy Now die! Skin is broken And the blood runs up and down on our streets Principles leave When you are the meat Government-issued anarchy The crates lie empty At Canary Wharf Like much of the country No satiation for the rabid horde Save yourself Save yourself Save yourself Save yourself Your family's already doomed Cannibalism in the living room! The mandate from the top is mass suicide So the country can regain a false sense of pride A return to colonialism Where the only change is the motherland is the victim Civility, it's a lie! That we're fed to maintain public apathy Now die! Skin is broken And the blood runs up and down on our streets Principles leave When you are the meat Government-issued anarchy
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The aul woman down the street, in my mind a saint. You probably know her in some way, awk you do, you'd know her face. Well, something's come over her terribly as of late Cause despite a victory, furiously claimed, She's still fucking irate. Gnashing her teeth, gesticulating wildly, If you dared to even question or ask her to explain why. There's just no talking to her. She pointed to the boy on the TV. A plant hand-picked by the BBC with whom she wholeheartedly agreed When he said it needed to be gotten on with, taken back, or wrenched back from control, But what it was, she didnt know. Sure now you go down the town and it's a rotten hole, she said, All them ones on the dole, Or those who have the auadacity to ask her if she'd like a magazine, "I saw her with four debit cards, she gets nothin from me" she'd scream. Is this who we are? That's nothing compared to her mate, Who nodded along and said she'd be absolutely be fine with Putting less food on the plate, As long as the Somali family she read about online in something a friend sent to her, well, They on't get to make a claim It's a damn shame, where this country's going, she said. Let's take it back to a version where it was golden instead. One she never lived in, but one she was told of by her aul one, Where they stiffed it out tough as the Germans were bombing. Thousands died, and food was rationed, Yet the ones in Parliament were doing just fine. They were asking us where's our British pride? Chin up, shoulders back, we're all in this they'd say, As they'd retreat to their state homes while her ma toiled away. At least the pride part, that's all grandma remembers, reading it on a wartime poster somewhere. Suddenly Alfie across the road is very keen on where fishermen can take their boats. He picks up the paper and seethes about how the French hate us Despite the fact that we once saved them, he says, Though he never even lifted a finger. Now he reckons he's on the front lines. After having never seen war in his whole life, Made fat from the spoils of war, He's looking for a fight because he's bored, And the papers are filling his mind with insane shite. I just want the aul ones back I just want the aul ones back I just want the aul ones back I just want the aul ones back I'm sorry I don't have flowery language, Nor space for verifiable figures, And as ironic as it seems, I'm just going off on how I feel. But I just want the aul ones back. Down the street, in the shop, at the table, And I know you do too, Cause they've been sold on a fable, Those same ones that raised you.
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Straight out of a zombie movie. Insatiable, craving, desperate. Though it's not flesh they want, They'd take it if it gave them the hit. A home-made, obedient army Lab grown to syphon money. Pass it down to potent carriers, Local general practicioners. Crush them, flush them, do what you have to do To wipe out the disease, eradicate Purdue. A trade. No pain. A slave. Chemical dependence. Friendly assurance. No worries, you can take it for long term, Take a savings card home with you. Good days came in thirties if granted, Then one day they just blanked. And now I'm down on my knees in the bathroom but I don't need a prescription anymore I need my life! Good days come in thirties if granted, A white suit determining my week. Good days behind the counter, Feed from the hand that beats me, My drinking water used for feet, It never ends. Crush them, flush them, do what you have to do To wipe out the disease, eradicate Purdue. A trade. No pain. A slave.
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The first album from Petrified Giant. A heavy slab of melodic crossover, "We've Got Hostiles" calls you to stand up and join the fight with 33 minutes of slick riffing.

Cover artwork by Dave McElfatrick.

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released April 14, 2020

Written and recorded by Dave McElfatrick.

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Melodic crossover punk/thrash metal from Ireland, based in Dallas, Texas.

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