1. |
We're The Mitzis
04:16
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Hey hey, we're the Mitzis
Hey hey, we're the Mitzis
Hey hey, we're the Mitzis
Hey hey, we're the Mitzis
So you think you can hang with the Mitzi crew
What makes you think we wanna hang with you?
Think you can thrash and if you've got spunk
We're the greatest SLU band in the history of punk
Musically metal, heavy on the treble
Drummer boy's drumming like it's fucking heavy metal
We can talk about Marx and get real drunk
We're the greatest SLU band in the history of punk
I'm Mitzi, he's a Mitzi, he's Mitzi too
We like to play music with our Milwaukee brews
We have our own agenda, forget peace and loving
We'd love to be your Mitzis if you'll be our Muffins
We are the Mitzis
We run on 'Waukees
We are the Mitzis
We play for 'Waukees
If you're looking to shake, you're not alone
Praise to Mitzi is carved in stone
So you think you can call yourself a muffin
Well you're morsels now but nothing from nothing
We like to thash, baby we got spunk,
We're the greatest SLU band in the history of punk
So come show face, swing on through
There's a little bit of Mitzi in all of you
Come get sweaty, stridently drunk
Come see the greatest SLU band in punk
We are the Mitzis
We run on 'Waukees
We are the Mitzis
We play for 'Waukees
We are the Mitzis
We are the Mitzis
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2. |
Shitty Bands
03:01
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Well I got a hunger for guitars and glam
So let's roll around and find somewhere to jam
I don't care where it is, I don't care what they're like
As long as I am doing something tonight
I love seeing shitty bands all the time
I wanna see a shitty band tonight
I love seeing shitty bands all the time
I wanna see a shitty band tonight
They're tolerable like cheap lukewarm beer
At the end of the night the pit is always clear
I might care about the price, I might care about the trek
But as long as there is more shit on deck...
I love seeing shitty bands all the time
I wanna see a shitty band tonight
I love seeing shitty bands all the time
I wanna see a shitty band tonight
At the end of the night I'm feeling alright
Their music sucked but hey, the lyrics were tight
I don't care if I see them again, I don't care if they're on tour
With shitty bands all I want is more, more, more--
I love seeing a shitty bands all the time
I wanna see a shitty band tonight
I love seeing shitty bands all the time
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3. |
I Hate My Feelings
02:30
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I used to keep up with all of the trends
Pop culture love seemed to have no end
But then one day, I woke up,
And I had a shitty feeling deep in my gut
But then I thought to myself I don't fucking care
Those old fucking vultures have picked their fair share
I hate my feelings so I never wake up
I hat my feelings so I always give up
Whatever...
I don't wanna party, aren't I a jerk
It's not 'cause I'm busy, no I don't have work
I guess its because I'm just fucking lame
And I don't want to play stupid drinking games
I just want to lay in my bed
So if you disturb me, I'd better be dead
I hate my feelings so I never wake up
I hat my feelings so I always give up
Whatever...
I've never lit my junk on fire
The men I look up to I shouldn't admire
I've never broken anyone's nose
Never found my own psychedelic trove
My life's too easy, isn't that rough?
I'll spend my whole life trying to act tough
I hate my feelings so I never wake up
I hat my feelings so I always give up
Whatever...
I'm tired of all this fruitless dedication
I'm tired of living my life on medication
I know I'm living just like a fool
Slowly wasting away here at this school
I just want to lay in my bed
So if you disturb me I'd better be dead
I hate my feelings so I never wake up
I hat my feelings so I always give up
hate my feelings so I never wake up
I hat my feelings so I always give up
Whatever...
I hate my feelings
I hate them so much
I hate my fucking feelings
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4. |
Your Heart Is A Muscle
05:39
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Dalia never showed me nothing but kindness.
She would say I know how sad you get
And some days, I still get that way,
But it gets better, it gets better, it gets better
Sweetie, it gets better, I promise you
And she'd tell me
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist,
Keep on loving, keep on fighting, and hold on, hold on,
Hold on for your life
Ian built a cabin in the woods to live in
For years, terrifying noises kept him up at night
with a twelve gauge under his pillow
He’s living in Boston now, going to art school,
I forgive him I forgive him, hell, I’ll admit it I’m proud of him
Serena’s an architect and a carpenter
She’s such a feminist she says she isn’t one
Cause Goddamn, my gender shouldn’t matter
Her motorcycle glides through the streets of Providence
Down to the warehouse district
The paint job is as stunning as
Her knowledge of medieval building techniques
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
Keep on loving, keep on fighting, and hold on, and hold on
Hold on for your life
This one goes out to Georgios, he knows how to dance
Abby Banks, your book is beautiful
Fuck anyone who says otherwise
Scott, I love you and you make me glad to be alive
I promise that I’m gonna pay you back
You always know how funny everything is, even when I’m so serious
It’s gonna be the death of me.
Like the time
That our friend Chuck came over to our house
He said he needed somebody to take care of his pets
Cause he was going out of town
I asked him where and he said New Mexico
I asked if I could get a ride
He said no, you don’t want to follow me
Where it is I’m going
He backed out of the drive way
That was the last time we saw him
Cause he drove straight to his parent’s cabin
And put a bullet in his head
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
Keep on loving, keep on fighting, and hold on, and hold on
Hold on for your life
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
Keep on loving, keep on fighting, and hold on, and hold on
Hold on for your life
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
Keep on loving, keep on fighting, and hold on, and hold on
Hold on for your life
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5. |
Rust Belt Blues
03:22
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Rust belt, that's where I live
Rust belt, I got no shits to give
Rust belt blues, around my neck
Rust belt blues
I got a rust belt momma, she's thick as a tree
Rust belt momma, sitting here on my knee
Rust belt momma, never satisfies me
Rust belt momma
Hear my frustration
See my dissipation
A private hell is waiting
From total oxidation
I'm a rust belt loser, got no place to work
Rust belt loser, just pants and a shirt
Rust belt loser, driven into the dirt
Rust belt loser
Hear my frustration
See my dissipation
A private hell is waiting
From total oxidation
I was born in the rust belt
He's got the belt blues
I was born in the rust belt
He's got the belt blues
I was born in the rust belt
He's got the belt blues
I was born in the rust belt
He's got the belt blues
Hear my frustration
See my dissipation
A private hell is waiting
From total oxidation
Hear my frustration
See my dissipation
A private hell is waiting
From total oxidation
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6. |
Old Milwaukee Jingle
02:21
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When you get home from a day of work
And you're looking for something to quench your thirst
You've earned yourself a cold beer in hand
So grab yourself a red and white can
Of Old Milwaukee
Unparalleled refreshing taste
Never fails to bring a smile to my face
The perfect beer for day or night
You can bet your ass it's beer built right
That's Old Milwaukee
You can bet my daddy raised me right
Cause he steered my clear of Natty Light
There's only one beer that I'm talkin'
You can bet your ass it's Old Milwaukee
Beer built right, it's Old Milwaukee
Beer built right, it's Old Milwaukee
Beer built right, it's Old Milwaukee
Beer built right, it's Old Milwaukee
Beer built right, it's Old Milwaukee
Beer built right, it's Old Milwaukee
Beer built right, it's Old Milwaukee
Beer built right, it's Old Milwaukee
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7. |
Drunk Cigarette
01:27
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Wanna go outside?
The bands not playing anymore...
The alley is the scene
Smokey air is so serene
I don't normally smoke I swear
Although on the other hand...
I normally would stop and think
But with each and every passing drink...
I wanna bum a drunk cigarette, a drunk cigarette with you.
I wanna bum a drunk cigarette, a drunk cigarette with you
Haven't lost my sense of self
I normally do care about my health
But I need something to relax my nerves
Split a butt and share some words,
Shoot the shit, unlay a load
Hey man, can I bum a boge?
I wanna bum a drunk cigarette, a drunk cigarette with you.
I wanna bum a drunk cigarette, a drunk cigarette with you
I wanna bum a drunk cigarette, a drunk cigarette with you.
I wanna bum a drunk cigarette, a drunk cigarette with you
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8. |
I Am A Girlfriend
02:39
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I been watching, some say stalking you
I think it's time that we started talking
But talking's cheap and I am too
And I wanna do more than talk to you
You look sad girl
Are you a bad girl?
Oh please don't make me mad, girl
Just come on over
I might bite
And do bad things with you all night because
I am a girlfriend
I am a girlfriend
I am a girlfriend
I am a girlfriend
And here you are my little pet
I wrap a chain around your neck
And hold you down and make you sweat
And teach you how to beg for it
But don't speak, girl
Not a peep, girl
Oh don't you look so sweet, girl
It puts the lotion on its skin
Or else it gets the hose again because
I am a girlfriend
I am a girlfriend
I am a girlfriend
I am a girlfriend
I am a girlfriend
I am a girlfriend
I am a girlfriend
I am a girlfriend
I am a girlfriend
I am a girlfriend
I am a girlfriend
I am a girlfriend
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When I'm where I belong I don't lock my doors
I don't leave a note when I'm at the store
I know all the faces that I walk by,
I'll be thirsting soon, conversations run dry.
I'm not quite lost but I'm insecure
Not quite lost but I'm insecure
Not quite lost but I'm insecure
Oh no...
And after all these years and thought congestion,
I told the story but I'll omit the lesson
Should I be in the trees sniffing coke, smoking grass?
Or should I walk down the street with an eye on the past?
I'm not quite lost but I'm insecure
Not quite lost but I'm insecure
Not quite lost but I'm insecure
Oh no...
It's time to go where the honey drips low
Where the rent's in my pocket and there's some left to show
Broken glass on my steps, but I'm not one to mind
I don't dwell on the lost when there's time to unwind
I'm not quite lost but I'm insecure
Not quite lost but I'm insecure
Not quite lost but I'm insecure
Oh no...
Not quite lost but I'm insecure
Not quite lost but I'm insecure
Not quite lost but I'm insecure
Not quite lost but I'm insecure
Oh no!
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10. |
Saturdays/Sundays
10:41
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Mitzi and the Muffins Canton, New York
garage rock trio just trying to make people move
we run on 'waukees
music brought to you by Will, Bjarne, and Chaz
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