This is our first Album. It's a punk album, in the loosest sense of the genre as it's defined today. Had this album come out in 1979, when Bill Smith was in college, it definitely would have qualified as "Punk." Lots of attitude, distorted guitars, strongly-held opinions, and the occasional rude bit. There's even a silly song at the end. We hope you like it! As of June 13 2026, you can find it on all major music distribution sites. It's available on CD and Vinyl. We recommend the Vinyl!
One of these days, it won’t be long;
You're gonna regret you done me wrong (Oh Yeah, Oh, Yeah)
One of these days, it won’t be long;
You're gonna regret you done me wrong (Oh Yeah, Oh, Yeah)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You said you could find more fish in the sea
But your bait’s not like it used to be (Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah)
You said you could find more fish in the sea
But your bait’s not like it used to be (Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
From the day you left, it didn’t take me long,
to pick up the pieces and start moving on (Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah)
From the day you left, it didn’t take me long,
to pick up the pieces and start moving on (Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dark Circles: All you’ll ever see
Dark Circles: gathered endlessly
Dark Circles: Never ending greed
Dark Circles: All you’ll ever be
You don’t mean anything
You don’t mean anything
You don’t mean anything to me
They say they wanna stop the murders and crimes
They say they wanna save our nickels and dimes
They say they’re gonna stop the cheating and lies
They say they’re gonna make everything right
My mind’s gone numb, they’re blowing smoke
And people these days can’t see the joke
No No I Don’t Believe It!
No No I Don’t Believe it!
They say they’re gonna put more chickens in pots
They say they wanna cut my taxes a lot
They say they’re gonna not let it get hot
They say they’re gonna stop the chemical rot
My mind’s gone numb, they’re blowing smoke
And people these days can’t see the joke
No No I Don’t Believe It!
No No I Don’t Believe it!
Feeling Low, feeling down, your lover don’t want you around
You wonder how, you wonder why, she walked away, with no goodbye
She don’t want you (want you) any more
She don’t want you (want you) any more
She don’t want you (want you) any more
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Life’s a drag, there’s no joy; your girl is with, another boy
She don’t want you (want you) any more
She don’t want you (want you) any more
She don’t want you (want you) any more
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Why do you think we, why do you think we, why do you think we sing this song?
Why do you think we, why do you think we, why do you think we sing this song?
She don’t want you (want you) any more
She don’t want you (want you) any more
She don’t want you (want you) any more
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Truth!
Not the whole truth. Not the whole truth.
Not the whole truth. Not the whole...
Baking in the sun, worshipping fun, margarita or two
Then party all night, sleep in the light, do what you wanna do
These were the great days when you seemed to have it all
With easy money and with everyone in thrall…but
The sun and cigarettes really have taken their toll
You say no regrets but I don’t think it’s the whole…
Truth!
Not the whole truth. Not the whole truth.
Not the whole truth. Not the whole...
A singular man, handsome and tan, riding with the right attitude
High on your horse, smoking of course, magisterial view
Did you believe them when they said you had it all?
Can you see through it with your cataracts and scars?
The sun and cigarettes really have taken their toll
You say no regrets but I don’t think it’s the whole…
Truth!
Not the whole truth. Not the whole truth.
Not the whole truth. Not the whole....
Top down Benz, camera lens, beautiful beautiful you
Perfect friends, fun without end, bills that never come due
These were the great days when you seemed to have it all
With easy money and with everyone in thrall…but
The sun and cigarettes really have taken their toll
You say no regrets but I don’t think it’s the whole…
Truth!
Not the whole truth. Not the whole truth.
Not the whole truth. Not the whole truth.
Little Joey’s trying to rob a store
Tells everybody to get down on the floor
No one listens to him, to his horror
A dozen pistols point at him, maybe more
Everybody’s got a gun, everybody’s got a gun.
Everybody’s got a gun…got a gun.
Everybody’s got a gun, everybody’s got a gun.
Everybody’s got a gun…got a gun.
Auntie’s in a pile up on the road
Angry drivers tempers hot; they explode
Someone shooting from the battered Ford
Abuelita gets her 44
Everybody’s got a gun, everybody’s got a gun.
Everybody’s got a gun…got a gun.
Everybody’s got a gun, everybody’s got a gun.
Everybody’s got a gun…got a gun.
It’s hard, it’s hard, hard to see.
It’s hard, it’s hard, hard to see.
Crowded bar is full it’s late at night
Drunken Johnny takes offense; now there’s a fight
But no one swings a fist or hits anymore
A hundred guns are drawn and they begin to fire
Everybody’s got a gun, everybody’s got a gun.
Everybody’s got a gun…got a gun.
Everybody’s got a gun, everybody’s got a gun.
Everybody’s got a gun…got a gun
I’m hungry I need something to eat
Don’t have too much money with me
Can’t afford a latte or linguine al dente
I need something to satisfy me
Fried Baloney
Fried Baloney
Fried Baloney
Mmm. That’s good!
Got it for a dollar a pound
Greasy pink thick slices of round
Fry it on the griddle with some mayonnaise just a little
Sweetest kinda eating in town
Fried Baloney
Fried Baloney
Fried Baloney
Mmm. That’s good!
I’m sorry that I ate all that meat
That savory pink chemical treat
I’m sipping on a potion put my tummy back in motion
Don’t think I’ll eat a thing for a week
Fried Baloney
Fried Baloney
Fried Baloney
Mmm. That's good!
You got a lot of nerve. You got a lot of nerve.
Taking credit you don’t deserve.
You got a lot of nerve
You got a lot to learn. You got a lot to learn
They won’t forget you; the ones you’ve burned
You got a lot to learn
Can’t you see it? Can’t you feel it?
Can’t you see it all?
Looks like your time is now. Looks like your time is now
Count your blessings if you still know how
Looks like your time is now.
Looks like your race has run. Looks like your race has run.
Turn to your faith if you still have some.
Looks like your race has run.
Can’t you see it? Can’t you feel it?
Can’t you see it all?
You got a lot of nerve. You got a lot of nerve.
Taking credit you don’t deserve.
You got a lot of nerve.
You called to say you’re going home
Unless I beg you on the phone
I sorry baby but I think you got it wrong
Can’t really say I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone
The mountain’s high; the valley’s low
And I don’t mind if you go.
I sorry baby but I think you got it wrong
Can’t really say I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone
You called to say (Yeah Yeah)
You’re going home (Yeah Yeah)
Unless I beg (Yeah Yeah)
You on the phone (Yeah Yeah)
I sorry baby but I think you got it wrong
Can’t really say I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone
Underneath your desk you find some gum. Don’t eat it!
Your brother’s always saying that you’re dumb. Don’t need it.
That sweater that you got from your grandmum? Donate it!
Can of beans from 1989? Don’t eat it!
Broken watch won’t tell you when it’s time? Don’t need it!
Pair of pants that fit you in your prime? Donate it!
You gotta do it a different way
You gotta do it like I say
You gotta do it a different way
Yeah you gotta do it
Yeah you gotta do it
Funky thing you picked out of your nose? Don’t eat it!
Leaky piece of broken garden hose? Don’t need it!
Boxes full of extra baby clothes? Donate it!
Candy that you just dropped on the floor? Don’t eat it!
It’s 4 AM; you hear your neighbor snore? Don’t need it!
Game you haven’t played since you were four? Donate it!
You gotta do it a different way
You gotta do it like I say
You gotta do it a different way
Yeah you gotta do it
Yeah you gotta do it
Find a random pill upon the ground? Don’t eat it!
Box of chocolates? It’s your second pound! Don’t need it!
Junker car that’s been sitting around? Donate it!
Got a juicy burger raw and pink? Don’t eat it!
Roommate leaves his dishes in the sink? Don’t need it!
Ugly vase he gave you with a wink? Donate it!
Frequently-Asked Questions
Q: Did you use AI to make these songs?
A: No. These are hand-crafted, meticulously recorded songs. No AI was used at any stage of recording, mixing, or mastering.
Q: The cover art is very detailed. Did you use AI for that?
A: Yes, we used AI to make the basic detailed figures and to transform our photos into president heads. We just couldn't find a "real" graphic designer who was willing to do incredibly detailed work needed to simulate a dollar bill.
Q: What is Dark Circles about?
A: Greed. The dark circles are zeroes. As in $1,000,000,000.