CHAMPAGNE OF FEARS
$2.00 Out The Door
9 songs / 45 RPM
*LYRIC SHEET BELOW*

Recorded by $2OTD
Printed by $2OTD
500 hand-screened on Black jackets with silver and glow-in-the-dark ink.
All with gray, black and orange splatter vinyl.

$10 ppd










BROWN BAGGIN DRAGONS
Night has fallen, sidewalk's callin
and tonight, we're on our own
Bar life just gets us down
troubadism. vandalism.
Up the way, down the way, all around town
and the fog rolls with us
On we roam through the hobo's home
concrete cradle, neon catacomb
with a brown bag of liquid chrome
2DOTD, let's go

Zig-zaggin, scalliwaggin
Like a black-striped gangster dragon
Like Arthur Rimbeau in Little Saigon
lookin good, and gettin our stink on

Bring me down a steppin beat
because tonight, we're on our own
We're like horses with wings
We're like hobos in spring
We're like drunken mormons wearing fake bling

PRIZIN TATTOOS
Sunrise
back from sea crown over my eyes
Bear the presence of the infinite on my chest
No rules is for rich kids
who got it off the internet
Bear the presence of the infinite on my neck
This code, you'll never know
Gotta be a thief or kill a fucker
Bear the presence of the infinite on my hands
When you're back in town and there ain't no one around
Know, you wear medallions of gold

Got the presence of the infinite on my neck
panthers and fellatio
Praying hands and a copper-green crown
Bear the presence of the infinite on my fist
Sundown
Keep starin like that and there gonna be a fight

MOTORCYCLE COP
See him comin around the corner
in his big mustache and his big white helmet
and a big ol nightstick and handcuffs too
You can ride the chopper baby oh yeah i don't mean maybe
SFPD Everybody wants to be
Motorcycle cop-gimme the keys
Motorcycle cop-i'm down on my knees
Motorcycle cop-cruisin the streets
Motorcycle cop-i'm beggin ya please

Did I say a big mustache? oh yes you did
Did I say a helmet too? oh yes you did
Did I say he had a big ol nightstick? oh yes you did
How bout the handcuffs? oh yes you did
Got some holstered justice too.

Sir, you are under arrest for not being a cop.
So when you see him comin up over the hill
You know you're gonna be lookin for trouble of course
What you gonna say? I ain't gonna say anything
What you gonna say? I ain't gonna say anything I'm gonna scream
Oh yeah. Scream and shout. oh yeah oh yeah yeah yeah

BURNING WILL REFORM ME
Born the son of a world of thieves
Burning will reform me
Got no cash to support a conscience
Burning will reform me
I'm on a two dollar budget baby
Burning will reform me
It's a crime to clense the soul
Burning will reform me
If only rich people got it,
what's it worth anyway.
We got our own currency baby
Burning will reform me.

Skulls, authority, and barbed wire squeezes
a sepulcre to poverty's miseries.
Don't let them take it away
Burning will reform you.

SIRENS APPROACH
Sirens approach
Was born too late or too early for the next life
So take a knife and fight me with it
Under moonlight and palm trees
My leather, please.
And when Heaven come down it's like saxophones.

Fakin control, losin the revolt
and the breeze rhymes with silent crimes.
Sirens approach
Sleep walkin got me into this
So wake me up when it's over, please.
and red n blue lights scatter shadows to ghost the streets

It's a hustle just to speak the truth,
or die & live the false
Got the spins sneakin it
Shit, another generation lost.

SCARS N MOVES
Can see it in your eyes, stories as good as lies
Words won't prove what I can do with a move
How bout a dance or two, got somethin I wanna show you
Scars n moves n moves n scars
Everything I ever learned, everythying I ever done shows in my
Scars n moves n moves n scars

Grew up on archetypes, Sunday school and fist fights
Bit my tongue so many times, no more words to excuse my crimes
Scars n moves n moves n scars
Baby when it's just you and me, I'll give you my whole life story
Scars n moves n moves n scars
Broke my hands to much to care
broken teeth crooked jaw I bear
Scars n moves n moves n scars

DEATH TO FALSE REBELS
I trusted you from the start
But you just played with my heart
All my hopes led astray
My solidarity's been betrayed

Watch what you're preachin sir
Don't sell what you won't die for
Watch what you practice ma'am
We won't be lied to anymore
Death to false rebels

MODELO & BUNKBEDZ IS PASSE
They call it civic center,
I call it skid row
I don't live there, so what do I know
I'm just here to drink some beer and
ignore the hard luck,
ignore the fear

You say it's okay, you're down
Easy to say si se puede, but
You tell me my other friends are
Passe

Under bunk beads
and roach bites
without the glamour of cholo street crime,
my other friends don't understand
poor is cool
but poverty is tacky.
Ya see, I perceive
therefore I Art
Broke a bottle just to break the law.
They don't fit in
to nihilism
my other friends are illegal everyday

A kid got shot today
just a block away,
the Mission is hot tonight.
Do you care that
Someone died there
While you been safe
at Pops tonight

($2.00) OUT THE DOOR (SUGGESTED PRICE)
Hey baby, haven't seen you in a while
Hey baby, I've missed that smile
What now, you say you're broke
C'mon you must be tellin me a joke
Didn't I just see you at the bar
laughin and braggin about coke?
Passin open hands with a shrug
Are you really bummin or are you just slummin?
Cos you can go to the store...
Two dollars, out the door

Hey man you don't gotta be pissed
Hey man you can pocket that fist
I don't want nothin from you
Just sayin, it could always be worse
you go to the store and its
two dollars, out the door