GETS WORSE "Struggle" 12"LP

by dead heroes label

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This masterpiece is gonna be released in D.I.Y. collaboration between the band and ourselves as always.

A limited edition on multi-coloured splatter vinyl.
A cover designed and layout by Tomisthebastard.

1st part (1-7 tracks) is called "White Horse"
Recorded by Tom Dring @ Vagrant
Artwork by Tomisthebastard

Guitars / Vox : Tom
Drums / Vox : Rich
Bass / Vox : Benj

'Not Even Phased' originally by Spazz.

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2nd part (8-14 tracks) is called "Yellow Belly"
Recorded by Tom Dring @ Vagrant
Artwork by Tomisthebastard

Bass / Vox : Benj
Drums / Vox : Rich
Guitars / Vox : Tom

Gang Vox by Gets Worse & Horsebastard (Trippy, Pete & Reese)

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3rd part (15-23 tracks) is called "The Blues"
Recorded by Tom Dring @ Vagrant
Artwork by Tomisthebastard

Guitars / Vox : Tom
Drums / Vox : Rich
Bass / Vox : Benj

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4th part (24-29 tracks) is called "Blacked Out"
Recorded by Tom Dring @ Vagrant, August 2016
Artwork by Tomisthebastard

Guitars / Vox : Tom
Drums / Vox : Rich
Bass / Vox : Paul
Guitars / Vox : Benj

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releases July 7, 2017

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Track Name: WHITE HORSE - Unoccupied Skull
Stuff my ears with cotton wool
Can't drown out the piercing shrill
Spouting bullshit
Words untrue
Self promotion
Misguided views

Shattered glass
Whining screech
Piercing voice
Had enough

Self absorbed with a sense of higher worth
You'll always talk that bullshit till they put you in the earth
Eyes glazed
I can tell there's nothing there
Brain dead
Just a husk an empty skull

Reign back
Your vast
Voluminous
Ego
Track Name: WHITE HORSE - Seethe The Day
Instant disrespect
Hatred builds up
Seething
Searing
Let down
Give up

Pushed down, made the decision
You lock me up for days
Closed minds and stubborn views
Constant walk of shame

Enough horse-shit!

Disgraced
Distrust
Disowned
Ignored
My patience is leaving
The tether is broke
Track Name: WHITE HORSE - Weakday Dropout
Last in first out
Bullshit, process
Application thrown in the bin
Last in the stack
Bottom of the pile
Large turn over
Kept on their file

Fine print
Sign to live
Enter password
Fatal error
File sanction

Waiting, searching, desperate
Got nothing
Congratulations
File found
Starting five sharp

Hired, instant, mistake
You're fired
Rage stirs up inside
Back in line
Track Name: WHITE HORSE - Morning Sunshine (Negged)
Forcing a grimaced smile
Push down that acid bile
New day, dull prospects
Prepared to be let down

Good morning sunshine
Just another fucking day
I see the crack of dawn
And it makes me fucking sick

It's hard to be cheerful when that beautiful sunrise reminds you of the fact today's gonna suck
Twenty four hours of relentless depression
Maybe today will be better?
Won't hold my breath

Fuck you nice times, I don't believe it
You spend your time convincing people you're something you're not
Try so hard to be what is meant to be
Thrown headfirst off the high-rise of life

Life is bullshit
I don't sleep much

Try so hard but struggle
Negged and troubled
Track Name: WHITE HORSE - Nothing Lasts
Wilful ignorance
Short lived conclusion
Mindless
Egotistical
Shallow prick
Dense
Desolate
Blind
Temporary
Senseless
Irresponsible
Brainless dick

Your dreams are only passing
Your life is only cheap
Your plans are tomorrow's trash
Shits not meant to last

Fuck all regrets
Doomed to fail
Fate laughs at
Your pointless life
It's all temporary
And short lived
Accept the fact
Nothing lasts
Track Name: WHITE HORSE - Not Even Phased
Drank six 40s in a row
Ruled the pit at every show
Not even phased
Not even phased
Not even phased
Not even phased
Thin and pale like a ghost
Dead boy hitchhikes up the coast
Not even phased
Not even phased
Not even phased
Not even phased
Poor and hungry but would give us the shirt off of his back
Hope that he's front and center next time we come back
Track Name: WHITE HORSE - Hang Up On The Hang Low
Shit rolls down
Never rolls up
One door closes
The rest stay shut

Sinking deep down
Into the pits
Broken, weighed down
Hopeless
Give up

Self righteous failure
Self asserting
Self centred waster
Hypocrite.
Track Name: YELLOW BELLY - Premium Buckner
Eye on the prize
Head in the game
Wrong decision
Full blown shame
Split second error
Reckless behaviour
A constant reminder
Of a life of failure

You'll curse your life and luck
Fortune, fate although...
It's not just you who hates yourself
So does everyone you know.

Negged

Bill couldn't even catch a disease
A whole career went straight through the knees

Poor You
Fuck you

You can change your name, country, town
But there's just some things you'll never live down

Poor you
Fuck you
Track Name: YELLOW BELLY - Curveball
The chips are down
You're a lost cause
Biting the ground
Scraping around
Blood on your face
Falling down
Crawling around
Broken glass
Such a disgrace
Your life sucks
Your life is a waste

My life is a joke
good laughs all round
Happy to help
Turn that smirk to a frown

Choke it down
Comes back up
On my feet
Do I feel?
Do I care?

No-one cares it's time you knew
Type cast in my own fucking bullshit
Track Name: YELLOW BELLY - Cut Loose
Lying to your face
Has become second nature
Caught in endless webs
I'm fucking glad it's over

No will, no point
Give up
Denial, dispair
Sinking, Drowning
What mends will break

The world is a disgusting place

What have happened?
Where is my name?
Where did I go?
What is your face?
When is my arms?
Bing is my chong
Wib is my wob
Spatula

What's raised will fall
What you have you'll lose
Beneath the dirt
Crushed by the earth
I don't feel, I don't care

Constant strain
Instant Rage

Words of poison
Venomous tongue
Ask myself what have I become?
Track Name: YELLOW BELLY - Space Boys 3
The law of averages says
In a crowd full of people
You'll always be outnumbered
Ten to one by arseholes
Put up with those odds
Push above your weight
Short man syndrome
You power tripping fuck
Fuck you dickhead

Drunk on power the size of a shot
Drink it down you lightweight fuck
Fuck that shit
Abuse to win
Shits gone bad
Shit eating grin

Ahead of yourself but still way behind
Perish the thoughts that cloud my mind
Can't see through the dust and the dirt
And the fog of bullshit you call words

Teaching all you know
It's like stepping on dogshit under snow
Track Name: YELLOW BELLY - Trashboat
Turned up to the show and stay to the last
Spent hours and your image to ignore all the fast

Desperate to make the cut

Just stay outside and pose you prick
Supporting yourself in a scene full of dicks
Track Name: YELLOW BELLY - Chancer
You're the solution to a problem long gone
You're no inspiration
You're just plain wrong
What a chancer
Spare me the lesson
Spare me the pitch
Spare me your presence
It makes me sick
Fuckin chancer
You'll amount to fuck

Take your ability to be such an assehole
And go and through yourself off some shit
Tough luck asshole
Set yourself to destroy
Everything you've ever known
Tough luck asshole
Track Name: YELLOW BELLY - Schrompher Rise
Schromphs revenge
No-one left to tell
Fists of rage
It's a living hell
Streets of pain

Schromphs knocked down
iron bar strong-hold
Knocked out flat
Wire coil, street role
Hi-vis twat
Schrompher rise, head of bone
NO

Bicep grudge
Tricep punch
Neck brace future
Abdominal crunch
Track Name: THE BLUES - Trap Elvis
I'm one crap Elvis from the top
Vegas years, twot or not?
Sands of time washed out to sea
Took a left off reject street
Sheila's out of chips and luck
The King's away for a royal flush
A septic tank of greatest hits

Too many cards and not enough time
Show me yours, I'll show you mine

All life's hopes gambled
Running jokes jumbled
Makes me choke
Humbled
Thinning quiff
Loser
Track Name: THE BLUES - Splashback
I'm a fucking sponge
Full of sorrow
Soaking up each bad thought
Absorbing woes
Sucking up sadness
Soaking up misery
Floating by
On each day

Full of poison more than anything
Probably find I'm better off dead
Track Name: THE BLUES - Wolf Spit
Cover my head and embrace the dark
Dirty mattress pulled straight from the park
Kings of dirt and Queens of mud
If I am fire you, you are wood.

Stark and cold
Damp walls of mould

Hospitality or hospital fatality?
Cramped and gutted
Welcome to reality
Nutrition served stale and old
A pinch of hope in a rotten bowl.

Wake up asshole cold and wet
Pissing on those you've just met
Barefoot lurking in the dark
realise that our time was stark.
Track Name: THE BLUES - Fuck's Bizz
It makes me choke
It makes me sick

Falling foul of a wretched smell

Bullshits fired straight from the quiver
Views like garbage fall on deaf ears
Mother nature kicks your ass
It's a bullshit avalanche
Track Name: THE BLUES - Berk Jerker
Occupied lips berk
Bedroom bloodbath, sheets burnt
Wallpaper change due
Didn't think we knew

Slow down
You'll land yourself in a fight son
Knocked out
Spraying blood on the concrete
Face down
With your teeth on the floor
Grit mouth

Berk jerker
Lipsing berk
Berk jerker
Occupied berk
Berk jerker
Lipsing hard
Berk Jerker
Jerking a berk

Lipsing berk like its something
Wrecking rooms like it nothing
Burn that mattress in a bottomless pit
Bet you're feeling bad in your bottomless shit.
Track Name: THE BLUES - Rejection Park
A bleary eyed long weekender
Political agenda excuse for a bender
Chug hellish mixture to kill braincells
Stomach cramps and kidneys swell

You never know
That you won't
And you won't
Until you don't

Comments not made to cause offence
Booze induced complete nonsense

Weakened, somber, brains a mess
increased heart rate, what a mess
Self induced to exist
Push myself to breaking point
Track Name: THE BLUES - Empty Your Pockets
Gonna get wreckhead
Gonna get dickhead

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
Empty your pockets cuz you fucking suck!

Red sky at night
Empty your pockets
Red sky at morning
Empty your pockets
A problem shared
Empty your pockets
A problem twice
Empty your pockets
Track Name: THE BLUES - Banged Down
Originality zero
Assholes at every turn

Sheep dressed as goats
Killing time with wolves

No-one gives a fuck about you
Diets, fads and false views

Like weeds blowing in the wind
You bend but never moving
You're not a diamond in the rough
But you're a dime a dozen bruv

Champagne lifestyle
Lemonade income
Track Name: THE BLUES - Cause for Regret
Wake up room swirls run fast
Knocked out face first floor crash
Morning disgrace shame lasts
Insides ruined low cash

Guess I've no cause to whine
Wreckhead
It's not like it'll be the last time
Wreckhead
Complete disregard for my health
Wreckhead
Brought it on myself
Wreckhead
Track Name: BLACKED OUT - Black Hole
A momentary setback
A winding diversion
A fork in the road
You head towards the clearing
Or run head first
into another black hole

Another black hole

Just walk to the edge and jump back down
Spend your life jumping hurdles
but it's never enough
You'll always fall down.
At least that's something to count on
A comforting predictability
until we're put in the ground

ALL - Set. Up. To. Lose.
You. Are. So. Screwed.

Objective - Bullshit
Systematic - Bullshit
Robotic - Bullshit
Annoying - Bullshit

Aching jaw, trembling knees
Self inflicted lobotomy
Don't count on help no more
No help for you no more
Stress ear
Pressure builds
Intense fear
Exploding skull
Track Name: BLACKED OUT - Struggle
A thousand times worse than anything
Today is a no from me
Abysmal abyss, deplorable shit
Did you really think the world could be better than this?

Always falling behind
and there's never enough time
Endless fucking deadlines
Constant tax on my mind
Acid boiling inside
Needles stabbed in my spine
A poison thorn in my side
Can't halt the decline

Slowly, surely, it's all boring

Mistakes, standard.
Doomed to repeat.

Flapping around but going nowhere
Urged on by courage, born of despair
A slacker through and through, born to lose
Sinking with every step, going nowhere fast
Trapped in the void, it's a perfect day
Do nothing at all
Spandex Ballet
Withholding your conscience, withholding the truth
Poet, philosopher, failure
Happy new year, asshole.