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MEAN, GREEN, KILLING MACHINE Somewhere out where no one knows Runs a cool revolution fight Way out there where no one goes And it’s got to keep moving, got to keep getting it right So here’s to the piston charged, combustible delight The single minded supercharged That’s got to keep movin’, got to keep getting it A call to arms, a call right through the dream A call to action, blow up the in-between Feed, feed your engine; feed, feed the wolverine Feed, feed the tension, mean green killing machine C’mom, c’mom and say what my name is Mean, green, killing machine So Mother Mary gave the nod The saints bathed in holy light The machine had hit the lightning rod It had to keep rolling, rolling on through the night In the deep, dark underground With eyes that have no sight So here’s to the battleground That’s got to keep rolling, got to keep rolling tonight The clock your only friend as time leaves its debris Your soul is on the mend but time is killing me I gave you everything but a machine I’ll always be They got nothing more to add to the conversation They drink gasoline from a dirty glass They got nothing but a sad-sad situation With nothing more to add on to the damnation Nuts & bolts & screws with no social class They got nothing but a sad-sad situation It’s a sad-sad-sad-sad-sad-sad situation Nuts & bolts & screws and balls of brass If you’re out where no one goes, where no one cares to lie Keep ‘em open, don’t you blink, I’m talking ‘bout, talking ‘bout your eyes It’s faster than the speed of light and sonically disguised Here comes the mean green motherfucker, blazing ‘cross the sky, GODDAMN TROUBLE I felt a little better when the sun went down I felt a little taller when I got up off the ground Think I hurt my back when reaching for the top This goddamn trouble Ain’t never gonna stop I waited all day ‘till they finally called my name Right to the front of the line, and I brought my A-game I was eye to eye with a two-wheeled cop This goddamn trouble Ain’t never gonna stop, never gonna stop You see it didn’t look good for your hero at large He was stuck in the mud, stuck in the charge Then they sent him away up the mountain top Never gonna stop Pushing the envelope, pull out the rug Pushing the button, pulling the plug Made my escape it was child’s play Too, too much trouble, there goes the rug I was back in the race, I was winning the day Yeah spitting gravel as I passed the cop I like my trouble tight, who’s to say I’m right Goddamn trouble, just might stop Too much, goddamn trouble But I needed a plan and I needed it fast All day and all night long, who’s to say I’m wrong I was winning the race but losing my ass Too much, goddamn trouble A siren blast and my heart did drop Goddamn trouble, ain’t never gonna stop Never gonna stop I grabbed a tape from the floor of the car Jammed it in the dash it played Highway Star With a foot of lead and that Chevy hop Never gonna stop You can’t give it away, selling trouble by the light of day And I won’t give it a thought, what you’ve sold and what I’ve bought We all went down to the river, we all down to the race We all went down where dead men float, down the river on their face We all got into some trouble, with a hair not out of place We all went down to the lazy old river, I tell ya gone without a trace Goddamn Trouble, it ain’t never gonna stop, OUR FINEST HOUR I can get you there; it ain’t too far from here On your side, let’s take a ride, I’m a metallic engineer So, murder is a sin but weapons set you free Just hop on in, I’m gonna take you there, you’re a lot like me Beats waiting on the corner, your hand jammed down your pants Take a ride, take a look and take a chance, a breakdown circumstance Stand a pledge allegiance to the air, the land the sea Take a ride, take a look, take a chance, you’re a lot like me Can’t you see, you’re a lot like me, can’t you see, it was meant to be Can’t you see, you’re a lot like me, can’t you see I’ll be your conscious; I’ll be your guide I’ll be the black-hand, that stops your genocide I’ll be the understanding, undisputed power I’ll hold your hand, in this our finest hour Hang on to the handle; we’re just about to land Lock and load, feel the road, keep it close at hand So murder is a sin, to some it’s just a game Don’t make a sound, low to the ground; I know we are the same Beats waiting for that maybe, ya finger up your nose Take a ride, take a look take a chance now baby and strike that badass pose They haven’t got a snowball’s chance once they know your name Take a ride, take a look, take a chance now baby, I knew we were the same Can’t you see, you’re a lot like me, can’t you see, it was meant to be Can’t you see, you’re a lot like me, can’t you see, we were meant to be Somebody call to the EMS, somebody call to the priest Somebody lay out a blessing, on the soul of the deceased Somebody dearly departed, was not praying to the beast Somebody call our finest hour, on the soul of the deceased I’m not going easy, in light of all this power I’m not going easy, in this our finest hour, SHINE ON THE LONG ROAD Someone left the cat out in the rain Bring your attitude & bring your will to win Someone left us waiting here to deal with all the pain We’re going down the mountain boys. Someone else was caught upon the wire May take it on the chin Someone else’s life changed when he felt the fire Alert the multitudes, and wear your thickest skin We’re going down the mountain boys. We got no patience but we get through Little pig, little pig, let me in We got no patience but we got you It’s not enough to heed the call All of the complainers shout no fair It’s not enough, for the long haul All the hurricaners with their fists up in the air It’s not enough, so give it your all Someone gave the order, kill the pain Onward, onward-upward Someone else ignored her, left the cat out in the rain We’ve walked the long road a thousand times before One more fire, ‘fore I die, one more fire get me high We held our heads high and kicked right down the door We’ve walked the long road a thousand times before Come on down to the fire Come on down to the flame Pack your fortitude, your honor and your fight Leave your problems behind ya We’re going down the mountain boys Shine on doomsday, c’mon on down With an undivided right Give ‘em what they came for, by dawn’s early light The circle closed in tight around the ring We’re goin’ down the mountain boys When eagle takes to flight, the scorpion to sting By god man, we will ignite Someone panicked, someone threw the switch We all covered up, took shelter in the ditch In the sun, ‘till it’s done, marching on In the sun, ‘till it’s done, marching on We got no patience but we get through In the sun, ‘till it’s done We got no patience but we got you All of the complainers weren’t there All the hurricaners, took to flight by sea and air They all panicked, melted in the rain Someone left the cat out Put a bullet in her brain One more fire, ‘fore I die, one more fire get me high I’m losing myself in the rain, I’m losing myself in the pouring pain I’m going in, I’m not coming out It’s where I’ve been, I’m not coming out I’m losing myself in the rain, I’m losing myself in the pouring pain, LET’S ALL GO TO HADES COME HEAVY Let’s all go to hades, on a tricked out bullet train I like the feeling of the morning sun As our glasses overflow with French champagne I like the rain on my face in the fall Let’s all go to paradise on a supersonic jet I come heavy not to be outdone We’ll drink German beer, roll our own cigarettes Come on heavy or don’t come at all When all the world has gone insane I like the scent of a woman’s hair And filled you up with all its pain And the way on her shoulder it falls When all you want to do is fucking scream I come heavy because life ain’t fair Do you know what I mean? I come heavy or I don’t come at all Let’s all go to gay Paris and lay a rose at the Bataclan Get your ticket, don’t be late We’ll sing “Killed By Death” as we stand arm in arm To the great psychotic ball Then we’ll head to Istanbul on the Orient Express Don’t you stick it, get it straight Wear your biker leather, you’re not overdressed Or don’t you come at all Let’s all go, take everyone we know I like the beauty of a fresh red rose Jam them all inside the black Mercedes And a sip of the fine alcohol Let’s all ride, ‘till everyone is fried I come heavy from my head to toes Let’s have a ball, let’s all go to Hades I come heavy like a wrecking ball The sleeper cars are quite affordable, clean All God’s angels, give you pain They’re on the hot side, if you know what I mean All my madness, know my name Our staff is trained, to be the finest and well Last stop, all get off… see you in hell We made our choices then a steady pulse or fast You took the higher road, I took the psychopath All you motherfuckers check your guns at the door The age old question persecutes the good in me And my relief comes in what will be, will be Let’s all go to hades, on a tricked out bullet train Let’s all go to hades, just the same Give me all your money, ‘till my cup overflow Let’s all go to paradise on a supersonic jet My mouth is full of honey, my shirt soaked in Let’s all go to paradise, not yet Bordeaux, RED, WHITE AND BLUE I’m part of the plan, a real live wire I’m part of the plan and part electric corps Born to die, not to lose There’s a light in the eye, it reflects fire It has the right to apply to what’s needed, hearts to soar Don’t mean to imply the light is higher Nor mean to imply we can be answered for Another down, another death on you Others that ignore your hate, doing what they do Another clown leads the band of fools Another broken heart, bleeds red, white and blue I’m part of the plan, a real live wire I’m part of the plan and part electric sun Born to die, not to lose I’m lost in the gone and taking fire I’m waiting for dawn these colors just won’t run In honor’s embrace they do aspire In honor’s embrace no harder nor undone And who’ll be the first man to stand in the dark of the night And who is the last of the last men to make it all right, damn right A complicated problem and the question is the answer You can give me liberty or I can give you death Damn right And if this man falls who will carry this flag to the fight And if this man falls who will carry him out of his night, damn right It’s a simple answer to a brotherhood in blood You can give us liberty or we can give you death Damn right, you can give us liberty or we can give you death, THE WHEEL I got a real bad feeling about where you’re coming from I got a real good sense of evil and it tells me you’re the one And I’d love to sit to have a drink to feel And I’d love to quit the war and think, but I must grease the wheel I don’t meet what’s called you kind everyday I have spun across the universe, on the funeral highway And I love to sit, to lick my wounds and heal Or soar around the blue moon, but I must fix the wheel I am the wheel, a turbine that is spinning in the night, and I’m all right Of stone and steel, yes a reflection what you think about me Yes but can you live without me, yes I feel, I am the wheel Turn like a spinning top, burn and you never stop, I got the fever and a feel for the wheel Here comes Mr. Wonderful, with his new magnetic deal There goes Mr. Kiss My Ass with everything he steals Turn like a spinning top, burn and you never stop, I got a feel for the wheel I’d love to sit to have a drink to feel And I’d love to quit this war and think, but I must grease the wheel And I love to sit, to lick my wounds and heal Or soar around the blue moon, but I must fix the wheel, THE GRINDING WHEEL A bed of nails, cold dark deep refrigeration I hear it calling me A broken rail as he drools over the congregation I hear it calling me Now I won’t tell you how to live your life I never saw the point in thinking twice I turn the wheel by day, by night Raise your flag Here’s to the liberation Day by day I move in time Turn the wheel, pay for my crimes The miller’s horse is wearing down He bangs his heart on hallowed ground The miller hears a single sound The sound of the grinding wheel goes round and round The ship has sailed to dark sea destinations The gods are hailed for their absentee observations I feel it holding me Now I can’t tell you where integrity hides It showed its face, you struck it down and it died I turn my wheel with a seamless pride Raise your flag Here’s to the revolution The pain is all you ever feel A concrete will, and a back of steel I give my soul unto the wheel Get it done Eye of the needle, in the heart of the sun Stuck in the middle, with the blazing one This weathered hand, has a grip of steel These eyes have seen it all; catch your spirit on the grinding wheel Say your prayers, say what you feel Count your blessings, make a deal What you borrow, what you steal Crush it all, on the grinding wheel, THANKS: Lisa, Julie and Olivia, Phil and Richie, Mike Falice, Mike Romeo and Symphony X, Dan Korneff, Joe Demaio at Shore fire, Travis Smith, Gery Nible, Kevin Custer, Prong and crew, Kristain at JSR, Andy Sneap, Sasha at Merchland, Robert at Gate to Hell, Wolfgang Rott & CMM, Hakon Grav, Anthony, Megan and Logan Attanasio, John Huff, Rob at Justin Sane guitars, all at SIT strings, Paul Lunsford, Gerardo, Jaap, Andy, Kristin, Mark and all at NB, Arthur D & Marion L, you will never be out of mind and heart! The love of my life Lenore! Derek, Raven, & Chaly! Gregg P & Wayne C, the Fisher crew. The OVER CREW. “Fuckin Handsome” Brian Hartsgrove, Licor 43! To all who supported and endured. Tony wrecking brew, Tony Whiplash, Tommy Tyrant Lin, Tim Delaney, Tom Owens, Joe plum, Skip Capps, Brian Fennell, Robbie Perone, Paul c&d cases, Kris Casa- mento, Javier Gomez, John, Robin, Riley Parker, John Gassole, George Lampost, Danny Farro, Scott Scheme Le Page, Mike Malinski, Sam Martini Scott & Jay Lipnicki, John Bania, Mark Dulak, Leo Strelecki, Danny Poppa, Ronine Papa, John Hender- son, Southern Shift, Mike Cuzo, Steve Feinroth, Ed Hardman, Sean Tarr, Karen, Axis percussion, Chris Stankee, Shirleen Lau Sabian cymbals, Ben davies@Vic Firth,Felix deluna@ddrum, Dan Lorenzo, Chris Carlson,Alan Tecchio,jo Ann Eckert ,Michelle Klamerus, Jimmy keegan, Mick Slipshot, Joe Demaio for great studio and cool stories, Jack Frost,Tommy Gunn Shauger, Butch Padula, Marius drummers from hell for killer video, Michael Socha hail gypsy brother, Tony Roxxie, Gina Yoy Menta, United Airlines skylounge, Darryl Beach, MOH, Matt Clancy, Razz Smith, Roy Soit Jimmy Werba, beer, coffee, 5hr energy drink, Monster energy drink, I dedicate this album to Fozzybear and Rocco Menta RIP! Mom and Dad, Kristin, David Theron, Kara Rose, Lisa, Andrea, Donna, Lauri, Joe and all of their families. Andy Pappicio, Mike Fortin ,Rob Mondell, Wade West- brook, Joe Delaney, Matt Skaggs, Philip Kowalski, Chris DiMaria,John Sanchez, John Paice,Tomokaz kawamura,BJ Bjorn Juhl, Terry Bardoul, Tommy Dougherty, Alex Siegel, Steven Slate, Jarani Maldonado,Chuck Reynolds, Tony Farinella , Mike Van Stiphout, Marc DeGeorge, Tanya Hamilton, Randy Fuchs, Ben Ott, Tony Pinheiro, Kathy Galbraith, Erika McDaniels,Matthew Stiebel MD, John Wheeler, Chris Merren, Cosmos Lyles, Coco Mooer, Chris Walters, Christos Ntaifotis, Bill Compton,Chris Adams,Mortiz Lochner, Steffen Grachegg, Matt Schindel, Tony Ochoa, Bob Barnak, Darryl Beach, Yancy Martinez, Ben Berg- man, Chuck Mastik, John Gaynor, Joe Comeau, Glen Butler, Erin Lynch, Marc Johnson, Owen Gibbins, Dave Guinta, Tammy Taylor, Claire Hollenbeck Mark Gromen, Annette & onze lieve vriend, Nelsons, Spagnas, Levys, Tislers,Turbo, Ma and RAD. Mark Tornillo, Chris Caffery, Munz and Skateboard, Eddie Trunk, Mike Failace and Mitch Morales (Guns and Hoses), THE SKULLKRUSHERS,Old Bridge Militia Foundation, Ray, Joe and Chaly, Joshua Podolsky, Wrecking Crew, Sean McAvoy, Taz, Raymie, Rob Dukes, Jonny Roooooooooooooood, Thomas Kreidner, Travis Smith Sid, Fred and Dingbatz, Fozzy, Pittsburgh Crew, Chelsea Chase, Vader, Kreator, Sodom, Chris Davies/Twitter Don Jalbert/FB Thanks first and foremost! Bobby, DD, Dave, Derek for the great opportunity to play in the band! Ron Lipnicki for a great ten years and leaving some monster licks for me to learn... all the skullkrushers and all Overkill fans and friends world wide, my endorsers , Pearl drums, Sabian cymbals, Vic firth sticks, Axis pedals, all my family of friends in El Paso and abroad and last but not least my kids Zain Razor Garcia, and Zoey Rae Garcia In memory of Kyle “OverKyle” Sabel, a friend of ours and yours., produced by: overkill mixed and mastered: andy sneap engineered: dd and dave recorded at: gear recording studio nj skh studios stuart fl. and jrod productions drums recorded at: shorefire studio, long branch nj shorefire engineeer: joe demaio all songs: verni,ellsworth blood and iron music bmi official website: www.wreckingcrew.com cover art and layout: travis smith photos: hakon grav editing: dan korneff booking n america: first row talent - usa booking rest of world: headline concerts - germany We Use: SIT Strings, Justin Sane Guitars, Dean Guitars, Fortin, Randall, Kemper&, Dime Amps, Tech 21 -Sansamp, Celestion Speak- ers, One Control, 64 Audio, Floyd Rose Trems, Evertune Bridges, Evidence Audio, Motorcity Pickups, Tronical, Fishman, Stoneage Custom Cabinets, Steven Slate Digital & Drums, UAD Audio, Lexicon, SSL, Artist Relations, RS Guitarworks, Rock- tron, Lewitt Microphones, Cases by Tommy @ Legacy Lighting, TKL,and SKB, DR Strings, D`Andrea and InTune picks, Sic Skins, Sabian, Vic Firth, Ddrum, Axis Percussion, Line 6, EMG pickups, Shure, Pure Tone Technologies Multi Contact Audio Jacks, CAD Audio The Mighty Crew: Doloras Lokas, Sofie Zimmer, Eric Dubiel, Brovar, Sander Veenstra, Mario Larek, Lisa “Lisifer” Affenzeller, Michal Polska, Caitlin Pendola, Mike “Mike Mike Mike” Hamilton, Jeff “Animal” Wells, Shannon Brady, Raymie Kopels, Kyle Sabel, Eddy...well I guess not anymore, 1. MEAN, GREEN, KILLING MACHINE 2. GODDAMN TROUBLE 3. OUR FINEST HOUR 4. SHINE ON 5. THE LONG ROAD 6. LET’S ALL GO TO HADES 7. COME HEAVY 8. RED, WHITE AND BLUE 9. THE WHEEL 10. THE GRINDING WHEEL 11. EMERALD (BONUS)]

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