'We're All Skin Jobs': 　　 I'm a Skin Job, I'm a zombie, I'm a Nazi, a chickenhead 　　 4 year lifespan, time to die 　　 I do it too, but I do it a lot less than you 　　 We're all Skin Jobs, we got 4 of 'em walking the streets 　　 We're all Skin Jobs, we got 4 right here 　　 More human than 　　 　　'You Know Better': 　　 Any way you want me to be, any way you want me to feel it 　　 Hey midget man, stay away from the microphone, you know better, but you have chosen the way of pain 　　 Hey Alpha Charlie, I'm really sorry, you were caught in the wake, and I'm sorry, it's not your fault 　　 　　'Your Mama's The Problem': 　　 Let's get down to cold, hard brass, millions and millions served 　　 We'll get our just deserts, fatty fat, fatty fat, fatty fat, fatty fat 　　 People will have to die, we're going down hard 　　 USA, USA, USA's going down 　　 Your mama's no Osama, he ain't got sh*t on her or me 　　 Your Mama's the problem, same as you and me 　　 　　'Go Fever': 　　 I got go fever, and I'm feeling pretty punchy 　　 Please don't talk to me, I only want to hurt you 　　 You'd have me act like everything is A-OK (Hunky Dory) 　　 That ain't me, I won't play your fool, I won't eat your lies, I won't hear your woe, I won't play your games 　　 I don't jump through hoops, I don't hang around, I don't want your scraps 　　 I'll not sweat your call, I'll not be your rube, I'll not eat my pride 　　 Yeah sure you love the attention, and who doesn't need a distraction 　　 Have your cake and eat it too, you're a b**ch that's what you do 　　 That ain't me 　　 　　'Baa Baa Baa': 　　 We need more five star warnings, we need more IEDs 　　 Reclamation, reclamation, Washington disease 　　 Little boxes on your desktop, and your dick's in your hand 　　 Little boxes on your laptop, and your head's in the sand 　　 Baa Baa, blacksheep die, black's now red 　　 Baa Baa, let's get high and bury our heads 　　 We're so well educated, fifty years of TV shows 　　 Educated to be fooled, educated now we're tools 　　 Little boxes on your laptop, and your head's in the sand 　　 Little boxes on your desktop, and your dick's in your hand 　　 Baa Baa Baa 　　 　　'Get High And Go Far': 　　 Gab about it on the internets, talk sh*t about what you don't know on the internets 　　 Yea, Yea, Yo 　　 Bought it on the Amazon, callous to the genocide 　　 Ones and zeros in your camera, I can recall it for you wholesale 　　 (You should get back in the game) 　　 Yeah hey, yeah hey, get high and go far 　　 　　Personnel: 　　David Lane: Guitar 　　Rick Moore: Vocals, Guitar 　　Brandon Arnold: Vocals, Bass Guitar 　　Mack Cole: Drums 　　Recorded Digitally by Marlow Sanchez in late 2010 and early 2011, Atlanta, GA. 　　Mastered by Ed Rawls at The Living Room in August 2011, Atlanta, GA. 　　 　　Writing and Equipment: 　　David Lane brings in the riffs. On this recording his guitar is panned hard to the right. His parts were recorded with his humbucking Gibson Les Paul Special through Marlow's excellent 1963 6G6B Fender Bassman Amp through Weber 12F150 speakers. Rick Moore and David then work out the guitars and a working structure. Rick Moore recorded his parts with a P90 equipped Gibson Les Paul Special through a Victoria 45410 with Weber 10A125s. His guitar and vocals are panned hard to the left. Brandon Arnold then applies the bass guitar while Mack Cole applies the drums, and the entire group finalizes the structure. Brandon recorded with his Fender Jazz Bass through an SVT Classic with stock Eminence speakers. Mack recorded with his Pearl Export Kit. At this point Rick writes the lyrics and vocal melody, and Brandon applies a vocal harmony. Brandon's vocals are panned hard to the right. Once the song is practiced and its structure tweaked for vocals, it is ready to record and play live.