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FUN

by The Real Deal

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1.
A Day With Me I love the way you make yourself seem so important As though Every second of your time is precious waste Another day Another step, another dead end job for keepsake Stay awake You better clear your schedule, tomorrow you will spend! A day with me And you’ll see, that life can be easy And the best things in life are free If you like simplicity Or if you’re anything like me And even though you got your panties in a twist friend Let’s go Bring you down to earth where we’ll see eye to eye I don’t despise Your shitty take, the outlook’s fake; your mind’s been poisoned What the fuck!? You need to clock out, check out, tomorrow you will spend!
2.
Better Change You may not believe me, You may not have faith in me, But here’s a story as old as the hills, It’ll earn your guilt and sorries, Broke ass Mom can’t afford her children Kids on the street to support her problem They never got a shot, now they’re shooting coke and junk Mom’s small shoes easily filled on society’s bill I can paint you a picture See the images on TV But did you ever stop to think That maybe there was more to this story What you didn’t know is that Mom had symptoms Of memory failure, paranoia, delusions. One day she found herself involved with the wrong help Now she’s working on the streets for drugs, selling sex and love Expect the most; fear the least, from the unforgiving streets You have a room without a view, judging the world without a clue Help the strong; forget the weak, marching to an unfamiliar beat We can stay and play these old games, or we can stay and play for better change Now lies Mom near the phone, passed out, a broken dial tone No one’s on the other line, no one was there to feel her die Not a sound, no alarm, just that fucking needle in her arm Waiting for her kids to get home, when they did they were On their knees, they were begging please To God, give Mom one more chance At life, at health, at sweet romance As they cradled their mother’s head she just laid there dead.
3.
Way Back Home Last night, I had a nervous breakdown This town, sure knows how to get me down sometimes Fight back; turn your back to a world of stupid problems Don’t forget that life is way too short to be ignored, Don’t let all the good times go to waste, do you want to bet That out of all the remedies I’ve met Today, I suffered through heartache This city often brings out the worst in me, Throw down, turn the other cheek don’t leak All the pain to an unsuspecting victim in the game Don’t let all the good times go to waste, do you want to bet That out of all the remedies I’ve met Tonight, I got into a fight I kind of lost sight, of what’s of true importance and All the stupid things I’ve done, and all the stupid songs I’ve sung I should have preached ignorance and A contradiction, I’ll stare into the sun for an answer that will be morbid and Some things I can’t explain Like how I don’t complain, For things that would drive you crazy I guess I’m just lazy Or could it be that maybe I’m done? I’m scared of places I don’t know Shut down, forget my way back home Familiar sounds, my stereo, it goes An ear wide smile, my comfort zone I know that I’ll never be alone Familiar sounds, my stereo, it goes
4.
Rebel’s Chant Scream out loud Fight for your sanity A rebel’s chant is all we need It goes Oh! hey Oh! hey Oh, hey oh hey oh! Fists in the air for everyone to see Head sores, head bores, another charismatic leader saying what we want to hear Beware, he won’t be there, to reassure, in store order, when the reason has been heard, For our let downs, and our breakdowns, if you don’t believe in me, just look around and you will see The stories they say, the image portrayed are lies and deceptions based on recollections from the made up memories. I don’t give a shit, if you believe in Judaism, if you are a Muslim or a Christian But what I can’t stand, and never understand, is how one faithful can be so ungrateful to, All the differences, in opinions, how is your belief in God, better than another God? The stories they read, the message they breed, are lies and deceptions, based on recollections from the made up memories. Be aware, your mind’s a dirty dare, In their game of power and despair, A pawn, a ploy, to control all that you are worth Their dream, the scheme, to make you all that you can be Is just their way to profit from your being, And even if you were to plan ahead, the problem’s way over your head
5.
Without Argument Just ask me. Why am I so happy? I’ve read between the lies, one by one, a thousand times We split the difference between inconsistent Tales of democracy and stories of authority Forget me not, I’ll spill my guts a thousand times, For those who have spilled their blood For our freedom, and then there’s those who don’t give a shit They’re insignificant Be my guest to waste your life away Fishing for decay and then throwing it back without resent Just let it go, enjoy the time you’re owed Cash-in while the market’s high then realize it’s do or die Luxuries have all become necessities A reason to breed routine Break free from your transcendent parallels, They’re guiding you straight to hell
6.
It’s Paradise I’m tired of speeding through the motions I want to stop and smell the roses There’s something about you that makes me feel invincible I’m screaming from the rooftops, wash away those teardrops today Don’t dare think I take for granted Your caring arms, your lips, I’m stranded In my bad luck, it fucking sucks, that you’re not here with me my dear Hold on tight, just four more nights Make me eat my heart out; won’t you. Ask me how my day went; don’t you. Ignorance is more than bliss, it’s paradise.
7.
Our Parking Lot Today is the day, what the fuck do you want to do anyway? We got time to kill, and nothing to say then we have to play For 30 minutes, the same old songs, but this is where we all really belong Don’t want to get a job; we all get along now that Nicky’s gone. 5 years, 10,000 beers, sit back relax until I got to pee, I got to go, but we got to get to the show Have a beer, have no fear we’re playing loud and clear We’re living large, taking charge, everything is alright This parking lot is home sweet home for the night 80 times a day, you think about the way You’re going to live, you’re going to eat you’re going to pave the way Back home, but when in Rome, everything is alright Don’t choose, let loose, you won’t win the fight Your paranoia about the future not being so bright You’re depressed you’re alone for the night
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Judge A Book 02:19
Judge A Book Don’t waste your time you know you can’t conform me I won’t join the ranks of your snore club My teenage years never did once betray me It’s safe to say I got a warning from my love From the punk, from the songs, from the music and my friends Never pretend to be something that they’re not Lesson learned, it’s your turn, to come clean, support the scene That gave me all I needed to succeed, I can’t expect the world to stop around me Follow my time table and all my rules But in return I’ll ask for something simple Mutual respect from the straights to the fools, or we’ll fuck it up
9.
Shut Your Mouth Esthetics, forget it, remember I said it, what matters the most is what’s in your mind. Your morals, your ethics, considered pathetic, you read one book now you’re superior? Divine? Do me a favor, don’t play the world’s savior, I’m taking the night off so why don’t you? Your other agenda, politics, religion are not very welcome at this point in time Here’s a toast to you shutting your mouth. Here we go! Don’t bring me down, just reach high for the sky Don’t bring me down; I’m on a permanent high Lay off the worry, the world’s got its jury, things always work out it’s not how it seems To be in affection, you’ll lose your direction; take a note of what I’m hinting you. I’ve seen it once, a million times before, they’ll judge you, they’ll punch you, they’ll kick you out the door. You’ll land flat on your face, you’ll curse the human race, every action has reaction now react to what I say! Here’s a toast to you shutting your mouth. Here we go! Don’t bring me down, just reach high for the sky Don’t bring me down; I’m on a permanent high You want to be with me? I don’t want to be with you! ‘Cause you’re always bringing me down! Don’t bring me down; I like to keep my head high Don’t bring me down; we’ll never see eye to eye
10.
Another “Another Fuck You Song” You wouldn’t last a day in our shoes You know you don’t belong, We’ll call on you; this is our “Fuck You Song” We can’t afford hotel rooms so we crash in the van 3 hour nights then we’re off to play again We never make a penny off our own CDs This doesn’t sound like a rock star life to me For those of you who call us sellouts You just gave us one more thing to sing about To all the ladies: No I don’t want to fuck you, I don’t want your STD And no you can’t get that shirt for free To all the bands: Your band does not impress us, big shots on your first tour You’ll be broken up within 14 months I’m sure To all the critics: That’s how we roll, we give credit where credit’s due So listen up, here’s a couple words for you Fuck you!
11.
My So Called Life Don’t talk to me about being busy You’re preaching to the choir/barking up the wrong tree Your day’s routine does not impress me You’re working for the bills while I’m working for the smile and while Everyday I pay the price to stay with you But it’s true I owe you so much And when it’s time, then its time, no need to give up Before then, we can spend, all our money, party and take in all the sights I thank you my so-called life Don’t talk to me about being lazy I wrote the handbook after catching all the symptoms Your day’s routine does not impress me You’re working for the must while I’m working for the trust and lust in Everyday I pay the price to stay with you For every step you take for granted There’s one less breath of fresh air to you, I swear And when it’s time, then it’s time, no need to give up before then ‘Cause we can spend Hey! Hey! Hey! You can call all your friends; we’ll drink and pick it up again!
12.
Boddington Beer Off to your flat and your lass ain’t there You walk to the cold box and grab yourself a beer Flip on the tele, there’s tits in the air, Head to the pub my friend, For a Boddington Beer Off to the pub and your mates ain’t there Walk to the bar keep and demand a beer He asks what you want; you slap him in the rear Give me a Boddington beer The last call bell, the bouncer says “go”! You take 12 beers for the road and home, When you get there Hannah’s up and ready to go Your dick says “yes”, but the ale says “no”.

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***ALSO AVAILABLE IN PHYSICAL CD FORM THANKS TO: STOMP RECORDS (CANADA)/FASTCIRCLE RECORDS (JAPAN W/BONUS TRACKS!)/PEE RECORDS (AUSTRALIA)***

Once in a while, a band comes along and changes the face of music. The Real Deal is indisputably NOT one of these bands…Hot damn they are fucking FUN to be around though!

Their sophomore Stomp Records release entitled “FUN” is a fitting name for the 12 tracks of what the band has come to brand as Party Punk. The record hits stores May 5th.
WARNING: exposure to “FUN” may induce unexplainable binge drinking and spontaneous mosh pits.

Closing in on 350 shows across North America (since 2004), 351 hangovers (since 2008) and no gold records (to date or in the foreseeable future), The Real Deal have rocked stages with the likes of Less Than Jake, The Slackers, Millencolin, Protest The Hero, Reel Big Fish, The Planet Smashers, Gob, Set Your Goals and so many more.

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released May 5, 2009

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