Stiff Middle Fingers / Red Kate split 7"

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Second release on Black Site, Kansas City, MO
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released March 25, 2017

PRODUCED BY RED KATE AND STIFF MIDDLE FINGERS

RED KATE SONGS RECORDED, MIXED AND DIGITALLY MASTERED BY DUANE TROWER AT
WEIGHTS AND MEASURES SOUNDLAB
KANSAS CITY, MO

STIFF MIDDLE FINGERS SONGS RECORDED AND MIXED BY GEORGE THE VALIANT AT RUNDOWN STUDIOS, TOPEKA, KS

VINYL MASTERING BY CHRIS MUTH AT TALOOWA CORP, YONKERS, NY

COVER ART BY SHAUN HAMONTREE

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Kansas City, MO
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© 2017 STIFF MIDDLE FINGERS ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Track Name: Stiff Middle Fingers - 3 Minutes to Midnight
Another morning I wake up and have to face the day
The sunlight in my crusted eyes hurts more than words can say
My will to live is softer than this bed on which I lay
So it’s looking like I’m staying here and calling in today!

My self-loathing is as strong as my soul is weak
The only reprieve I get’s when I’m fast a-fucking-sleep
So go ahead and live because the answers that I seek
Are right here in this bed that I’m staying in all week

The world is a pile of shit but all the hairless apes think its great
They are fueled by love and ignorance while I’m just fueled by hate

Looking in a trashcan is like looking in a mirror
A reeking pile of shit, it’s almost more than I can bare
My lust for life is growing thinner than my fucking hair
So I'll turn off my phone and stay asleep another year

Wake up, work, go sleep, repeat, it’s such a fucking chore
Degrade yourself for cash just means that you’re a whore
I’ve fought a valiant fight but I’m giving up this war!
‘Cause I won’t be getting out of this bed here anymore

Dreams are made for sleeping and I was always told to follow mine
That’s my plan, hit the snooze button for the rest of time!

Pity for the living, envy for the dead
Track Name: Stiff Middle Fingers - Manically Delicious
It’s the weirdest thing, when my mood starts to upswing
And every spring, it turns into a meaningless fling
That turns to shit cause it didn’t need to ever exist
Why can't I learn? And just let my fucking bridges burn and

Dance in the flames! Piss on the ashes
Shit on the floor! And never go back again
Fuck the world! Life is shit!
Im gonna make a mess and then YOU gotta clean it!

Again and again
BUT I KNOW ITS NEVER GONNA FUCKING HAPPEN AGAIN CAUSE
This time it's finally over!
And over and over and over and over until its over!

But when the glamour starts to dissipate
Its ALREADY WAY TOO FUCKING LATE!

I SET IT ON FIRE! Just to see it burn!
Am I laughing or SCREAMING!? When will I learn?
Manically delicious! Violently fun!
But who will be left standing when the damage is done?

Again and again
BUT I KNOW ITS NEVER GONNA FUCKING HAPPEN AGAIN CAUSE
This time it's finally over!
And over and over and over and over until it's over!

But when it starts to pick up and get worse
Eyeing with envy each and every passing hearse
The ruination that is this fucking curse that twists my brain!
And makes me act so perverse and MANICALLY DELICIOUS! FUCK!
Track Name: Red Kate - Urban Church
You'll believe most anything
You'll believe most anything
if your god told you so

Can you tell me anything?
You can't tell me anything
that I don't already know

There is no rhyme to this reason
There is no rhythm to this score
I have no faith to believe in
I have no god to ignore

I've heard you hustling
I've heard you hustling
preyin on the lost

Can you ease the suffering
You can't ease the suffering
Salvation has its cost

I couldn't love you anymore
Track Name: Red Kate - Hole
It's an ominous sign when you've come to find
that that hole in time is really a hole in your mind

There's a hole in the wall in the house in which I live
The wind and the rain and the vermin come right in
I try to patch it up most every night
But nothing I use ever seems to fit quite right

The work is never through
the only thing that I can do
is try to stave off entropy
and not think about you

There's a hole in the floor in the corner of my mind
Stuffed with life's debris of most every kind
I'm sure I'll find what I need if I just dig
but it seems the hole has just gotten too damn big

When the walls are closing in
and you think you've lost a friend
then you know you've reached the end
'cause the walls are closin in