This kickass fast punk song is track 3 on Leftover Crack's album Mediocre Generica. Also appeared as Track 11 on Hellcat's punk compilation Give 'Em The Boot III. LoC is an offshoot of Choking Victim, and every Give 'Em The Boot disc has featured at least one of these bands because, well, they fucking rock.

CV/LoC are known for using inverted crosses and other anti-Christian imagery in their album art. See No Gods / No Managers, which bears a couple of large Satanic symbols. Don't be put off by the pentagrams, though: the band members really want nothing to do with religion at all, as their lyrics attest.

Without further ado, here is LoC's atheist anthem:

Spoken (drunkenly, over some relatively slow but compelling chords):
"Atheism, Satanism, autonomy, it's all the fuckin' same. Those fuckin' straight edge Christcore motherfuckers, they don't know shit. These people are just looking for easy answers, and they're too closed-minded to look past their local church, or whatever the ignorant masses say is true..."
(here's where it speeds up)

From high up on your crucifix
You preach about my triple 6
You spit about my this and that
And yank away your welcome mat
With a coupon Jesus Christ will save
So don't you Christians misbehave
'Cuz Santa makes the list himself
And he's rotting on the warehouse shelf

And all the boys in the straightedge scene
Are in the basement huffing gasoline
Your god is dead to me!
And when the laws of God just make ya pissed
You better become an atheist
Your god is dead to me!

When the greed of man is not appeased
All will rot sick and diseased
Once again the fallen towers
The tortured death of every hour
And at the toll of the final bell
You lead the righteous down to hell
When all the world is dead by dawn
All I ask is bring me along!

Nuclear Apox spells your doom
Like the t.v. in your living room
Each bomb kills a million dead
It melts your skin and implodes your head
And now you get your judgement day
You think you'll float up then away
But you're guilty just like everyone
You turn to ash when the burning's done
There's a hunger within you
A tapeworm deep inside
Or maybe it's just cancer
The doctors can't decide
But your stomach keeps on growing
As your body wastes away
And you're getting ill & weaker
Every single fucking day

We are alone
We are alone

"Man, you know there ain't no such thing as leftover crack!!!"

For copyright info I referred to the CD booklet which contains the prominent notice "UNAUTHORIZED DUPLICATION IS ENCOURAGED".

Log in or register to write something here or to contact authors.