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M.O.D. | BUSTED, BROKE & AMERICAN
Worldwide release date: July 7, 2017 (Megaforce Records)
©2017 Megaforce Records
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MEGA2236 | VINYL: MEGA2236LP

The Final Declaration | Words & music: Billy Milano
I choose to speak and disagree about your upcoming diplomacy You people donít know your history youíre doomed to repeat it Ammo Up! I raise my fist in defiance of your new fucking world Your co-exist, donít exist, itís bullshit And all your prophets raked in big profits Good job on this pile of fucking shite you call Utopia Here we go itís World War 3 grab a gun and march with me We are going... to war To war, theyíre sending our children to war Theyíre there to kill not liberate weíre sending your children to war To war, thereís no congressional authorization in this UN Declaration Stock the FEMA camps, march the lemmings in Fuck you, fuck your AR-15, let the reeducation begin Weíll break your bones and watch you pray Cut your fucking balls off for Easter eggs Weíll smash your fingers fucking flat And fuck you in the ass with a baseball bat

You're a Fucking Dick | Words & music: Billy Milano | Al Del Barrio (Confused) - guest vocals
Iíve been waiting for you to come and take it all away Yes, I know that youíve been chasing me I wasnít born yesterday Soon enough youíll run me down and it will come to fist Until that day go fuck yourself cause man youíre just a dick Man youíre just a dick... Youíre a fucking dick A fucking crying little bitch You know you make me sick Hey man youíre just a fucking dick One day youíre gonna find me standing there with both my fists clenched That day you will succumb to the final dance that was a long time coming Man youíre just a dick... Iíve said it all before I live this day to tell the tale Another sucka falls who had big words on the internet, but tiny little balls

Busted, Broke & American | Words & music: Billy Milano
I wake up each day I give thanks Iím ok I love my Mom, my Dad, my Family I love my DOGS, my Friends and they love me I go down the street for a cup of joe I see a guy working there I used to know He used to laugh out loud I had no degree Well you ainít laughing now bitch youíre making coffee I refused to be numb to all this suffering Busted, Broke & American Why the fuck did you want a degree All youíre gonna do is make my coffee Turn around and go to work and shut the fuck up Push the fucking button, fill the fucking cup Cause youíre a stupid fucking asshole Youíre a stupid asshole, a stupid fucking asshole A frappuccino fucking asshole You stupid fucking piece of shit, let me give you a real tip Go step outside and enjoy your life Thereís not much time Youíre running out of time You soon will be, what we all will be Busted, Broke & American You could have lived life but you went to school You could have had friends but you went to school Shouldnít went to party when you went to school And now you got no life cause you fucked up I want to be what I was meant to be, I want to be I want to be what I was meant to be Busted, Broke & American

Fight | Words & music: Billy Milano | VIDEO
Fight! thereís gonna be a fight What we gonna do FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT Fight! thereís gonna be a fight itís me and you Weíre gonna have a fight I always thought that you were a dick Just sharing your air makes me want to be sick Iím telling you telling you what we are gonna do Weíre gonna fight Hereís my fucking fist to your teeth gonna blacken your eyes, gonna step on your feet Iím telling you - telling you what we are gonna do There was a time that Iíd fight next to you But the way that youíre acting makes me beat you black and blue Iím telling you and Iím gonna fucking like it too Weíre gonna fight Donít try and tell me what youíre gonna do I hear you talking shit and I canít take no more Keep running your mouth till Iíll run into you and I will I got news for you Iím gonna beat your ass black and blue Youíre a rat and a mother fucking son of a bitch Gonna leave you spitting your teeth out in a ditch I got news for you and Iím gonna fucking like it too Weíre gonna fight

Hooligan | Words & music: Billy Milano | VIDEO
Why donít you get the fuck away from me I donít care about you you donít care about me Keep pushing your luck and Iíll push in your teeth Same ole shit same disease I see you fucking standing there donít you see that I donít fucking care You cunts might equal three that donít mean jack shit to me Iím the son of a fighting man and Iím about to get it on Iím about to get it on Do you want to get it on I want to get it on So you think youíre the man of steel let me prove to you that you still feel You cunts might equal three that donít mean jack shit to me Iím the son of a fighting man and Iím about to get it on Here comes my fist Followed by an Irish kiss Broken bottles everywhere Hooligans stand up and fight Hooligans stand and Unite Hooligan legacy Hooligan burns in me Do you want to fight I want to get it on! Hooligans stand up and fight Hooligans stand and Unite Hooligan legacy Hooligan burns in me

Billy Be Damned | Words & music: Billy Milano
Iím Damned if I do Iím Damned if I donít My whole life people put me down I chose to fight The hammerís coming down onto your fucking crown When I come to your town Billy Be Damned Shit talking 3000 miles away Fucking bag pipes are gonna play Billy Be Damned I got Gyppo blood, racing through my veins Every fucking heart beat I dream of your pain Just remember I tried Billy Be Damned itís dying fucking time What were the thoughts dancing in your head Now that youíre caught what the fuck you got to say Itís time to pay the price with your fucking teeth Around your picture I just hung a wreath Just remember I tried Billy Be Damned arrived!

Shattered Dreams & Broken Glass | Words & music: Billy Milano | VIDEO
Never trust a hardcore kid that doesnít know hardcore punk A hardcore punk Iíll always be Iím written about in history Legendary NEW YORK SKINS Hardcore burning deep with in If you ainít down with hardcore punk you ainít down with shit For 30 years I stood on stage and I have seen it all My heart still pumps with youthful rage, I challenged all holding my balls I fucking bounced at CBGBís and lived the most amazing life I walked barefoot on shattered dreams & broken glass A hardcore punk Iíll always be I bled its misery Hardcore burns inside of me, it fucking burns in me I chose the life that I lived Iíve always walked alone Itís the price of infamy, the pain of immortality Here I stand a NYHC legend and I can boast ĎCause I was there and I lived it I bled from coast to coast Never trust a hardcore kid that doesnít know hardcore punk A hardcore punk Iíll always be Itís written down in history The Legends of the NEW YORK SKINS where we bled and where we sinned If you ainít down with hardcore punk you ainít fucking shit

They | Words & music: Billy Milano
On principle I stand alone I will always speak my mind Nor do I care too much offense is speaking is the crime We are the light We are THEY We are the mother fuckers and weíre gonna bring the pain Stoking the furnace fueling the hate People divided share the same fate Conflicts are growing hatred is growing Death and Destruction the crops we are sewing We are THEY We are the mother fuckers and weíre gonna bring the pain Toxic injections media misdirection Illegal wars illegal elections Black racists rage harness and touted GOD declared dead ĎKill whitey!í is shouted We are THEY We are the mother fuckers and weíre gonna bring the pain They are watching you They are listening too They know everything about you Donít fear they have control of everything Donít you fear they have control of everyone and everything They have control of everyone and everything Control of me and you and everything we do They are watching youÖ watching youÖ They are deep inside the internet Theyíre watching you jerk off through your TV set Just know They are watching youÖ watching youÖ Isnít freedom great

Go Go Revolution | Words & music: Billy Milano
The time has come to organize To stand together against the corporate lies When we are one theyíll realizeÖ We wonít go away Weíre gonna fight through day and night What theyíve done ainít fucking right The fucking creeps and their fucking warsÖ I hate fucking war Iím laying here, thinking to myself What can be done Iím drowning Theyíre dropping bombs On fucking little kids Is this really happening Where is the change we voted for The only change we got was the color of the corporate whore Devastation is the price youíre gonna pay... Youíve been liberated The worldís on fire but we donít see Itís a direct result of foreign policy Fucking bankers and their fucking greedÖ theyíre a bunch of cunts Iím laying here, thinking to myself What can be done Iím drowning I see their tears I understand their fears How is this Liberty, Living free Free to sing, Free to sing, Songs of liberty Everyone has got the right got the right to live Everyone who can should give Everyone has got the time the time enough to share You owe it to your Mom and Dad to care Go and shout it out in the streets discover the real face of disparity It has no religion color or creed a kindness revolution is what we need Go GO GO Shout it out in the street If you had enough be the change that you seek They donít like us and we donít fucking care Letís fire the bums letís do it right donít hate them back just fight the good fight We only have money for war you can keep your change Weíre just fine by ourselves

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