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Judgment Day

Words and Music by Michael Koppelman, Steve Mayone and Kurtis Koppelman

Judgment Day

In and among the heartless
I wonder about the clueless
Put me among the curious
And the spiritual slaves

With the will of the world behind us
War as a form of kindness
Death marches on relentless
For capital gains

Morning gave her warning
And the wind blow black with rain
And heaven sings a love song
Filled with pain

The ocean magic potion
Of a witches evil brew
Will open up
And swallow you

You said Jesus Christ on judgment day
Will come and set you free
But judgment day is here and where is he
Winter old and bitter and the ice is dull and grey
Heaven’s house is empty on judgment day

Listen to the meaning
And forget the words
Of all the ancient prophesies
And philosophies
The teaching is a raft and you don’t need it
When you make it to the other shore
Not anymore

© 1995 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP) and Mayone Music (SESAC)

Sick

Words and music by Michael Koppelman

Sick

It is sick, that old trick
It’s a twisted, fucked up sin
Sick like a porno flick, that slowly draws you in
It is profane and perverse, like a sexy Satan verse
You’re lonely in a way that just makes you want to play
You are sick

It is sick, what you lick
It is horny to the hilt
Sick like that needle prick and drop of blood you spilt
It is dark, unholy lust that just makes you wanna bust
It’s dirty in a way, that just makes you play and play
You are sick

Michael Koppelman: Electric guitar, vocals
Kurt Koppelman: Bass
Andrew Deckard: Drums, percussion
Stephe Mayone: Electric guitar

Recorded at Tricord Studios, Minneapolis MN

© 1995 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)

Never Really Mine

Word and Music by Michael Koppelman

Never Really Mine

You say you want to die
But I can’t help but feel that’s a lie
As if this room wasn’t empty enough
You’re painted black and never coming back

And after all
You never really knew me
After all
You never could see through me
After all this time
You were never really
Never really mine

You say you’ve had enough
You’re dying in the middle
And you feel too little
For one so tough
And one of these days you’re gonna give it away.
I’ll paint it blue and wait ’til I die too

© 2005 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)

Yum Da Da Dum

Music by Michael Koppelman, Steve Mayone and Kurtis Koppelman

© 2005 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP) and Mayone Music (SESAC)

Dusty Silence

Words and Music by Steve Mayone & Michael Koppelman

Dusty Silence

Dusty silence what’s it to you
You’re a bitter companion
Rusty violence doesn’t get through
You’re a bitter companion

Nothing beckons like a lover
Passing of hysteria
Cold as winter dark as dying
All this pain could bury ya

Echos empty nothing changes
You’re a bitter companion
Something less than fear and danger
You’re a bitter companion

© 2005 Mayone Music (SESAC) and Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)