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Madhouse

by BRAINCOATS

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Greetings boys and girls, be seated Welcome to the freak show of the year We’re oh so happy you’re all here So suck some air into your lungs If you’ve been dying more than once If you feel truly insincere Someone kill the radio This white noise slowly bores us all to tears People are dying but who cares? Let’s all salute the century They shot the dreams of you and me Your mind is now the enemy And there’s no honesty And there’s no more guarantee Because you’ve heard it all before It’s not what I signed up for The Johnny on the corner said: “The golden age is buried dead and gone” He said: “Boy, go ask anyone” So I spent all my money living in the future Like an old man looking through a magazine And there’s no honesty And there’s no more guarantee Because you’ve heard it all before It’s not what I signed up for Let’s burn it all down And let’s hope the smell passes And just like a black leather phoenix We rise from the ashes And there’s no honesty And there’s no more guarantee Because you’ve heard it all before It’s not what I signed up for
2.
Barbed wire keeps me hating everyone Barbed wire Barbed wire, I really don’t like anyone Barbed wire keeps me agitated Ba ba ba ba Ammunition, back bone of the nation Ammunition Ammunition, trust my intuition Ammunition, ignorance and hatred Ba ba ba ba Don’t ask me no more questions I really don’t wanna talk about it I know I’ve got my reasons Which means I don’t have to think about it And In my mind I know I’m right I’m the muscle of this world and I don’t care No, I’m not blind So step aside I’m fanning the flames with barbed wire and ammunition Ba ba ba ba “Oh man, the whole fucking world has gone insane… How are you gonna show people that they’re wrong If you're so fucking soft? Well I for one assume that everyone’s just fucking stupid. And how do you show stupid people that killing people is wrong? Well it’s simple really; kill the fuckers.” Don’t ask me no more questions I really don’t wanna talk about it I know I’ve got my reasons Which means I don’t have to think about it And In my mind I know I’m right I’m the muscle of this world and I don’t care No, I’m not blind So step aside I’m fanning the flames with barbed wire and ammunition Ba ba ba ba
3.
Everything or nothing I want it all, for lack of a better word Something for nothing I bite my tongue and my mouth fills up with blood And I’m looking at something That I know I’ll love forever And my under qualified excuses bring me down And the ticking clock on my bedroom wall Goes silent when you’re around And I can’t believe you already have to go Stiff smiles and wide eyes I’ve got it all and I saved it all for you Every day I want you I ain’t so bad; wanna try to want me, too? And I want it badly Like a shot of my favourite medicine And I’m strung out on the beauty of your eyes For every 99 fatalities a single one survives And If I have to die, I just don’t mind And I’m looking at something That I know I’ll love forever And my under qualified excuses bring me down For every 99 fatalities a single one survives And if I have to die, I just don’t mind
4.
Cynical 02:15
’m a struggle, I’m a wreck I’m a fight for life itself I’m a turn for the worse I’m a god damned tumor And nothing goes right Nothing gets better Nothing feels good And I’m sick of everyone I’ve crawled a long way And I’m really getting bored Angry at the world that let me down And I’m finding myself cynical And pissing on the pieces I’m sick of all your fucking faces Get out of my hair, just leave me alone Life isn’t fair, I’ll do better on my own ‘Cause nothing goes right Nothing gets better Nothing feels good And I’m sick of everyone I’ve crawled a long way And I’m really getting bored Angry at the world that let me down And I’m finding myself cynical And pissing on the pieces I’m sick of all your fucking faces
5.
A used syringe stuck through my arm, to a vein I could really use a clean one, but it wouldn’t be the same Cross eyed I stare into the mess that I’m in Running a rat race that I just can’t win I can’t be trusted when I’m left all alone I’m simply waiting for the black out, baby A padded cell would suit my trembling bones Think you could drop me at the madhouse, baby? I’m such a bad boy I didn’t take my medication Now something’s very wrong Feels like I’m getting sicker by the hour I don’t want it, no I don’t want it My tongue is thickening, my blood is turning sour I don’t want it, no I’ve been poisoned Don’t blame me for being ashamed of myself I just really feel pathetic being broken in half Stuck in a phase, hoping it passes me by I pleaded not guilty but the judge made up his mind With sweaty palms, I pat myself on the back “Good job, you gave yourself a heart attack, baby” I dropped something, could you please drive me back? I lost my mind inside the funhouse, baby I’m such a bad boy I didn’t take my medication Now something’s very wrong Feels like I’m getting sicker by the hour I don’t want it, no I don’t want it My tongue is thickening, my blood is turning sour I don’t want it, no I’ve been poisoned

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released December 21, 2014

Engineered, mixed & produced by Fredrik Forsberg @ Fvck Life Studios.
Mastered by Bo Savik @ Savik Sound.
Artwork by Markus Johnson (maarklin.tumblr.com)

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