Gotham City Mashers

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released January 10, 2011

Music and Lyrics by Gotham City Mashers. Recorded at Soundworks Recording Studio in Astoria, NY. Engineered by Kamilo Kratc. Produced by Gotham City Mashers.

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Gotham City Mashers Queens, New York

Gotham City Mashers are a "real live bunch" from Astoria, Queens that formed in 2009 by four longtime friends who wanted to make music like the bands they grew up idolizing. If Keith Morris, Joe Perry, Cliff Burton, and Chuck Biscuits created a super group, they would probably sound a lot like Gotham City Mashers. ... more

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Track Name: The Heist
The Heist

Got a plan, for a scam, the heist of my life
All or nothing this time, hope I get out alive
Sick of just getting by, ‘bout time I got mine
Planned each detail, I won’t fail, it’ll be fine

Keep your cool, don’t act a fool, you’ll pull it off
Now’s the time, get in line, quit acting soft
In a rage, take the stage, now you’re the boss
Here you go, now you know, you’ll pull it off

Pull it off
Pull it off
Pull it off

Forty two, twenty six, seventy four
Cracked the code on the safe hidden under the floor
Grabbed the cash in a flash, wow what a score
Down the hall, then the stairs, and out the back door

Keep your cool, don’t act a fool, you’ll pull it off
Now’s the time, get in line, quit acting soft
In a rage, take the stage, now you’re the boss
Here you go, now you know, you’ll pull it off

Pull it off
Pull it off
Pull it off

In the car, not too far, then I’m free and clear
Oh no, I’ve been made, police everywhere
It’s a raid, can’t escape, unless I dare
Risk it all with a crash through the barrier

Keep your cool, don’t act a fool, you’ll pull it off
Now’s the time, get in line, quit acting soft
In a rage, take the stage, now you’re the boss
Here you go, now you know, you’ll pull it off

Pull it off
Pull it off
Pull it off

Pull it off
The heist
Pull it off
The heist
Track Name: Crime Doesn't Pay
Crime Doesn't Pay

I love to kill and don’t want to stop
But lately I’ve been working around the clock
My boss is keeping me late again
I think I just found my next victim

I don't wanna go without a kill today
But I'm stuck at work, and there's bills to pay
I don't wanna go without a kill today
I wish it did, but crime doesn’t pay

I’m up to my head in paperwork
Another day like this and I’ll go berserk
I’m not even supposed to be here today
They better not make me work Saturday

I don't wanna go without a kill today
But I'm stuck at work, and there's bills to pay
I don't wanna go without a kill today
I wish it did, but crime doesn’t pay

I wish my hobby could be my career
That way I could kill without any fear
I need this job to pay my bills
Workin’ for a livin’ makes it tough to kill

I don't wanna go without a kill today
But I'm stuck at work, and there's bills to pay
I don't wanna go without a kill today
I wish it did, but crime doesn’t pay

Crime doesn't pay
Track Name: Packed
Packed

Went to a meeting up in the Bronx
Cyrus got shot and the Rogues blamed us
The cops were all looking to bust our heads
I was sure we’d all end up dead
With our colors on, there’s nowhere to hide
We were down to eight, we started with nine
All left wondering if the truce was on
Cleon’s order made new warlord Swan

Man I wish we were packed
We’re gonna have to bop our way back
Man I wish we were packed
We’re gonna get japped, we’re gonna get japped

The Turnbull A.C.s chased us in a bus
Made it to the train before they caught us
Breezed past some small time clique
Much to the chagrin of the Gramercy Riffs
The Baseball Furies were the next to fall
They made an error and dropped the ball
Momentary lapse thinking with our d****
The Lizzies thought they were real tough chicks

Man I wish we were packed
We’re gonna have to bop our way back
Man I wish we were packed
We’re gonna get japped, we’re gonna get japped

The Rogues said to come out and play
We knew we’d finish this here today
Swan led them all out to the sand
Luther got stuck with a knife in his hand
The Riffs got our backs as they should
“You Warriors are good, real good”
Made it home with our vests on our backs
We’re never leaving Coney unless we’re packed

Man I wish we were packed
We’re gonna have to bop our way back
Man I wish we were packed
We’re gonna get japped, we’re gonna get japped
Track Name: They Look Like Us
They Look Like Us

War has come, mankind is stunned
Double-crossed, our race is lost
Startin' From scratch, we're unevenly matched
The odds are against us, man the defenses

No one to trust 'cause they look like us
No one to trust, they look like us
No one to trust 'cause they look like us
No one to trust they look like us

Condemned to run from our bastard sons
Treated like possessions, we've learned our lesson
Abort the mission, jump to next system
Gonna get crushed, 'cause they're tracking us

No one to trust 'cause they look like us
No one to trust, they look like us
No one to trust 'cause they look like us
No one to trust they look like us

As of this moment we are at war
We won't give in, so say we all
We've lost our brothers, but we can't fall
They won't die in vain, so say we all

So say we all

Dradis contact, they're on us now
Nowhere to run, F.T.L. is down
Launch the vipers, this ends tonight
We're not going down without a fight

No one to trust 'cause they look like us
No one to trust, they look like us
No one to trust 'cause they look like us
No one to trust they look like us

So say we all
So say we all
So say we all
Track Name: Me and My Loser Friends
Me and My Loser Friends

I was sitting around bored at home
I grabbed the phone, called Tim and Tom
Go pick up Joe and meet me at ten
Let’s pull some pranks and cause mayhem
Driving our cars like battering rams
We cruised the town hitting garbage cans
Threw a bowling ball through a windshield
The driver was pissed, what’s the big deal?

Me and my loser friends
Me and my loser friends

With the next prank we upped the ante
We crashed a sorority and raided their panties
Then we stopped by the Bronx Zoo
Freed a lion from its cage and set it loose

Me and my loser friends
Getting into trouble anyway that we can
Me and my loser friends
We went too far and we’ll do it again

Me and my friends aren’t very mature
What can you expect from four guys on tour
Maybe we should grow up and act like men
But that’s no fun to me and my friends

From this point on things just got worse
Rigged a casket to fall out of a moving hearse
But the stunt that really took things too far
Was when we stole a police car
We were arrested and held without bail
Me and my friends are stuck in jail
I guess we got a little out of control
Hopefully next year we’ll make parole

Me and my loser friends
Getting into trouble anyway that we can
Me and my loser friends
We went too far and we’ll do it again
Me and my loser friends
Getting into trouble anyway that we can
Me and my loser friends
We went too far and we’ll do it again
Track Name: At The Fight
At The Fight

We packed up our gear and hopped into the van
It was late on a Saturday night
Headed for the beach ‘cause the boys were bored
They had decided that they wanted to fight
They wanted us to jam on a couple of tunes
To help get them in the mood
The Jack went down and the amps went up
We could tell these were “some desperate dudes”

We played all night (At the fight)
Loud until light (At the fight)
We had no right (At the fight)
Alright, alright

The first man down hit the ground with the sound
Of a supersonic hurricane
All hell broke loose ‘cause they had an excuse
To drink some beer and cause some pain
As the crowd filled in I gave Cujo a grin
There were bodies flyin’ everywhere
So we jumped to the ground and ran into the crowd
To throw some swings while we were there

(At the fight)
We played all night (At the fight)
Loud until light (At the fight)
We had no right (At the fight)
But we played all night (At the fight)
Loud until light (At the fight)
We had no right (At the fight)
Alright, alright

We packed up our gear and hopped into the van
At 7:30 in the hot summer sun
The debris that was left was horrible mess
You wouldn’t believe that we’d actually had fun
We headed for home with a couple of girls
Who had come to hang out n’ cheer
These Lizzies were hot and they put out a lot
You bet your ass we’re playin’ next year

(At the fight)
We played all night (At the fight)
Loud until light (At the fight)
We had no right (At the fight)
But we played all night (At the fight)
Loud until light (At the fight)
We had no right (At the fight)
Alright, alright
Track Name: Mash 'n' Burn
Mash 'n' Burn

Red light go no I won’t slow
The street is mine to take
I’m a rebel in control when I roll
Though I’m riding without a brake
Bombing the hills is a mighty thrill
And a risk all in the same
You can’t call time and choose a new line
If the speed gets too insane

Mash ‘n’ burn
Can’t see the pedals churn
Moving too quick to see
Burn ‘n’ mash
I’m not coming in last
You’ll never beat me

I mark the spot when I skid to a stop
Every road I claim as my turf
The NYPD can’t keep up with me
They can try but they’ll end up hurt
We’re just hood rats racing alleycats
Taking our lives in our hands
A near miss with a bus is the ultimate rush
The cops all want our bikes banned

Mash ‘n’ burn
Can’t see the pedals churn
Moving too quick to see
Burn ‘n’ mash
I’m not coming in last
You’ll never beat me

My white rimmed wheels are fast and clean
And help my pista scream
Sugino cranks make it feel like a tank
As I ride too fast to be seen
The Thomson stem keeps it stiff as it can
When I’m pulling up on the bars
As I sprint through lights and ride real tight
Weaving between all the cars

Mash ‘n’ burn
Can’t see the pedals churn
Moving too quick to see
Burn ‘n’ mash
I’m not coming in last
You’ll never beat me
Track Name: American Dream
American Dream

Is this what they call the American Dream?
Uncle Sam thinks I’m a winner but I’ve never been
I don’t have a house with a two car garage
The picture that they painted was a total mirage
I did four years in college and I thought I was set
Instead I’m left with five figures in debt
My parents both expect me to have kids
But I couldn’t afford to feed ‘em even if I did

I don’t want your American Dream
I smartened up and realized it’s not as it seems
I don’t want your American Dream
Didn’t take long to figure it wasn’t for me

Monday at the office, boss is screaming again
Each day at work it gets more and more lame
The tie around my neck would make a great noose
I’ll make the knot real tight so it doesn’t come loose

I don’t want your American Dream
I smartened up and realized it’s not as it seems
I don’t want your American Dream
It’s not for me
American Dream

I started this band to help keep me sane
The American Dream feels more like a pain
I don’t need a house, kids, or a career
I just wanna rock, ride bikes, drink beer!

I don’t want your American Dream
I smartened up and realized it’s not as it seems
I don’t want your American Dream
It’s not for me
I don’t want your American Dream
I smartened up and realized it’s not as it seems
I don’t want your American Dream
It’s not for me
American Dream
Track Name: Big Man With A Gun
Big Man with a Gun

Caught off guard as I walked inside
My life quickly flashed before my eyes
I struggled to keep a grasp on my pride
As the anger within me began to rise
You told me to get down on my knees
Do as I say and as I please
Put the money in the bag and do it fast
I have to be out in 90 seconds flat

Big man with a gun
Little man in prison
Big man with a gun
You better hide, you better run

You thought you had your heist all planned out
But you parked on a street with only one way out
You had a gun to your head and you were on your knees
It’s not déjà vu; it’s what you did to me

Big man with a gun
Little man in prison
Big man with a gun
You better hide, you better run

Shoot it!

You thought you were a big man with a gun
But now you’re doing ten years in prison
You’ll be middle aged next time you’re free
And you better hope you don’t run into me

Big man with a gun
Little man in prison
Big man with a gun
You better hide, you better run

Big man with a gun
Little man in prison
Big man with a gun
You better hide, you better run
Track Name: I've Killed Them All
I've Killed Them All

It’s Friday night and the time is right
For me to go out and kill
Maybe a teen who will fight back and scream
Wouldn’t that be a thrill?
You may wonder why I make them all cry
And enjoy breaking their will
I can’t explain but I love the game
And I won’t stop until….

I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all

When I was young and looking for fun
I began to slaughter classmates
I was never accused because I always refused
To show how much I hate
As an adult I still get a jolt
Out of using puppies as bait
To lure in the girls with the dirty blond curls
Like Ashley and Mary-Kate

I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all

Don’t turn out the lights or spend the night
With me if we go on a date
I’ll take you to bed then cut off your head
And exhibit it on a plate
The curfew’s in place and it’s a race
To get inside before it’s too late
You think that your safe ‘cause their on the case
But they can’t stop you from meeting your fate

I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all
I’ve killed them all