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WHERE ARE THEY NOW?
Old Willie Cole used to be a good friend of mine/ where the hell did old Willie go?/
involved in killin' a man and sent off to prison/ quite a few years don't you know/
obsessed with murder and killers and horror movies plastered all over his walls/
it was just a matter of time before good old Willie slipped and let the hammer fall/
Now you're in prison for murder, dumb mother-fucker/ look what you did with your life/
now you're in prison for murder, dumb mother-fucker/ now where's that sage-like advice/
had enough hookers and drugs now, did ya boy?/ now you killed yourself a man/
now you're in prison for murder, dumb mother-fucker/ so much for your big master plan/
Steve Collins used to be someone I knew/ he ripped me off a couple of times/
fucked around and caught himself a handful of cases/ then he dropped a handful of dimes/
ratted on his buddies to keep himself out of prison/ but, he still got thrown in/
good old Steve didn't care much for life/ except for druggin' and of course stealin'/
now you're in prison again stupid mother-fucker/ always was a dumb piece of shit/
now you're in prison again, stupid mother-fucker/ never could make it legit/
ratted on your buddies and didn't amount to nothin'/ still took your ass to the penn./
now you're in prison again, stupid mother-fucker/ bet you get out and do it again, bitch/
Keith Cruz-Duerk used to be someone I jammed with/ often shared our personal thoughts/
fucked up his brain on drugs and then he picked his face off/ no more enlightening talks/
quit college early, checked his whore - what did it get him?/ that soon came to an end/
blew his inheritance money on dope and hookers/ made a lot of fair-weather friends/ Where are they now?/
Where are your money and mind, Mr. Fake Professor?/ Where is that nose in the air?/
where are your money and mind, Mr. Fake Professor?/ tell me how your life isn't fair/
mom died and left a shit-load of money to you/ where the fuck did it all go?/
where are your money and mind, Mr. Fake Professor?/ blew 'em both with nothing to show for it/
This life we lead can get pretty strange/ and, time can lead to separate/ you from the people you thought you were close to/
and, as the years they do unwind/ you, my friend, may come to find/ the story plays out differently than you planned on/
So, that's the story of three folks I used to run with back in my wilder days/
I would have ended up in a similar position/ if I wouldn't have changed my ways/
crime doesn't pay/ at least not for very long/ drugs will surely rot your brain/
learn a lesson from the former fellows of mine/ and save yourself a lot of pain/
you could go to prison like Willie Cole did/ involved in killin' a man/
you could go to prison like Steve Collins and get out and do it again/
you could blow your money and mind like Keith Cruz-Duerk/ and be a giant hypocrite/
take control of your life, yeah you've only got one/ do something better with it/.
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2009 demo,
released December 26, 2009
Billy Roberson - Drums
The Clark - Vocals, Guitar
jACOB gALLMANN - Guitar, Vocals
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