S​/​T EP

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Self titled EP by 131's

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released May 16, 2016

Recorded at Crosstown Sound Studios, Melbourne, 2016.
Lyrics and music by Luke Yeoward and 131's
Produced By Luke Yeoward and 131's.
Engineered by Joshua Whitehead.
Mixed by Jason Delphin.
Mastered by Tony "Jack The Bear" Mantz.
Artwork by Andrew Mcleod at Chapel Tattoo
(C) 131's All Rights Reserved (P) Sony ATV Music Publishing.
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131's Melbourne, Australia

Tattooed degenerates playing punk rock.

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Track Name: Bad Blood
Bad Blood is acid, it eats away at me.
I don't want no bad blood, so I hold on to nothing.

I hold on to nothing.

I'm all for changes, it's what it means to be free.
I ain't got no regrets, but I know you all hate me.

I hold on to nothing.
I hold on to nothing.

I'm like water, a violent raging sea.
Throw in your stones and sticks, but it don't phase me.

I hold on to nothing.
I hold on to nothing.
Bad blood is acid, and it eats away at me.
I hold on to nothing.

Knife to the guts is what you get from bad memories.
I say cut me loose with new air to breathe.

I hold on to nothing.
I hold on to nothing.
Bad blood is acid, and it eats away at me.
I hold on to nothing.
Track Name: This Ain't Culture
This ain't culture, and this ain't changing.
It's all just a fake, see the gentrification.
Trash built on a concrete sea, sheep fueled by pride and greed.
Culture grows when it's left alone, not intervened with, bought or sold.
Can you keep your hands off, why don't you keep your hands off.

We didn't belong so we started a scene.
We were the freaks you never wanted to meet.
16 with my world tattooed on me.
So we'd always be outside of your society.

We couldn't wait on the welfare state.
We pulled ourselves up, needed to get out.
Moved down with the big city kids and the silver spoons hanging from their mouths.
We ain't loaded, they don't like us.
Rich get the gifts, the poor get left out.
But we're ones who've got the grit, we're the ones who've got the guts.

We didn't belong so we started a scene.
We were the freaks you never wanted to meet.
16 with my world tattooed on me.
So we'd always be outside of your society.
Track Name: Headache
Tight jaw, constant tension.
Pressure and pain running over me.
Flood gates hold the toxins, breakdown the walls, hell, send a quake.
No sleep, conflict, salvation don't come quick.
Knife pains, spine is twisted, crawling through this with cuts and blisters.

Headache, headache.
Eye's stitched open but they're not awake.
The jaws of the vice grip, the teeth of the snake.
Headache.

Your voice is hard and shrill, your face a bitter pill.
Your thoughts are oh so clouded, your facts are always doubted.
Bobble head insanity, you want to censor me.
Your eyes are open but you're never seeing me.

Headache, headache.
Eye's stitched open but they're not awake.
The jaws of the vice grip, the teeth of the snake.
Headache.

Shut down and fuck the system, let me live my life my way.
My temper, how it rages, I ain't got no time to waste.
I'm from the street, Dr Martens on my feet.
I'll hunt you down, I'll haunt you.
I'll cut you up, believe you me.

Headache, headache.
Eye's stitched open but they're not awake.
The jaws of the vice grip, the teeth of the snake.
Headache.
Track Name: Kids In LA
Every time that the north winds turn.
I'm back on the boulevard where the heat could kill.
Echoes of complete control.
Rundown hallways and hearts for hell.
I knew then I wasn't given that much.
Smoke in the kitchen, tattoo blood.
Keeping my eyes awake.
Set stone moulds to break.

We were just kids in LA, getting wasted.
We didn't wanna die, we didn't wanna get old.

I breathe the city down.
It courses through my lungs.
Numb as the freeway turns.
I'm tethered too it now.

We were just kids in LA, getting wasted.
We didn't wanna die, we didn't wanna get old.

Now rark it up.
There's still time.
One millions answers under the yellow lights.
Forget the future they'll take it anyway.
We wanna live now, you C.U.N.T.

We were just kids in LA, getting wasted.
We didn't wanna die, we didn't wanna get old.

So old.
We get old.