Taxed into Oblivion

by Goddammit

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The debut album from Newfoundland-based one man hardcore punk band Goddammit. Recorded for RPM 2017.

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released February 28, 2017

Greg R. Sweetapple - All Instruments, Vocals, Lyrics, Production

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Viridian Records St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador

Viridian Records is a collective of artists from Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada who create and perform dark music that reflects the isolated vibes of the province.

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Track Name: Resign
Resign, resign, resign, resign
Nobody likes your ugly face
Resign, resign, resign, resign
You’re nothing but a big disgrace

Resign, resign, resign, resign
This place gets worse day by day
Resign, resign, resign, resign
We’re not gonna take it, no way, no way

We knew you were trouble from the very first day
We should have known that you’d just make us pay and pay
I want to see your head on top of a wrought iron gate
I want to see your body become desiccated

Resign, resign, resign, resign
You’re not the kind of person who’s fit to rule
Resign, resign, resign, resign
Not a soul on this whole island thinks that you are cool

Resign, resign, resign, resign
If you don’t get out then it’s mutiny ahoy!
Resign, resign, resign, resign
I’d rather that they brought back good ol’ Danny boy

We knew you were trouble from the very first day
We should have known that you’d just make us pay and pay
I want to see your head on top of a wrought iron gate
I want to see your body become desiccated

Resign, resign, resign, resign
Resign, resign, resign, resign
Resign, resign, resign, resign
Resign, resign, resign, resign
Track Name: Book Tax
7:00 AM gotta start a new semester
Back to school I go to get a degree
Get the list of all books I’m gonna need
Fuck sakes all this shit should be free

I’m used to paying ridiculous prices
But now what I’ve got to give out is insane
100, 300, 500 dollars
For text books I need to get a passing grade

Fuck the book tax
Fuck the book tax
Half the people here can hardly read
Fuck the book tax
Fuck the book tax
You’re making it worse for them and me
Fuck the book tax
Fuck the book tax
Contributing to our poor literacy
Fuck the book tax
Fuck the book tax
It’s a basic right that should be free

You put a tax on everything we do
You’re stealing the money right out of our hands
I hope it’s worth all the broken promises
You said you’d bring to Newfoundland

I can’t even afford the newspaper
Or the Sears catalog I use to wipe my ass
Tax Coffee News too while you’re at it
Just piling on tax after tax

Why the hell even bother going to college?
Pay $40,000 to work at minimum wage
Paying other people to get a job
That’s what we do in this day in age

I’m so far in the hole I can’t see the sun
Drowning in debt from the first week of school
The book tax sent me over the limit
A punishment unusual and cruel

Fuck the book tax
Fuck the book tax
Half the people here can hardly read
Fuck the book tax
Fuck the book tax
You’re making it worse for them and me
Fuck the book tax
Fuck the book tax
Contributing to our poor literacy
Fuck the book tax
Fuck the book tax
It’s a basic right that should be free

Fuck the book tax
Fuck the book tax
Half the people here can hardly read
Fuck the book tax
Fuck the book tax
You’re making it worse for them and me
Fuck the book tax
Fuck the book tax
Contributing to our poor literacy
Fuck the book tax
Fuck the book tax
It’s a basic right that should be free
Track Name: Spare a Dime
When I turned fifteen mom and dad said get a job
Get the fuck up off the couch and do what we say
When I graduated high school my teachers said get a job
Get the fuck into a college and just do what we say
When I graduated college the government said get a job
You’ve got a degree so you gotta do what we say
But I worked my whole life and now I live in St. John’s
And I can’t buy any smokes ‘cause I ain’t got a job

How can I afford to get drunk every night
To think about the joke that is my adult life
Spare a dime?
Can’t get enough change to buy a bag of chips
I’m starving for a beer can you give me a little sip?
Spare a dime?
Got a student loan debt hanging over my head
Gas prices are so high that I can’t even get road head
Spare a dime?
I want to go outside and find someone to bum a dart
But I can’t even pay my light bill and I lives in the dark

I would hand out resumes but I don’t have a printer
Gotta handwrite that shit on sheets of loose leaf paper
I’ve pawned just about everything I’ve ever owned
Given everything but my guitar to the by’s up at Traders
Guess that I could go downtown and busk on a street corner
But playing punk rock for money is the last thing I want to do
So I could sell out and play “Wagon Wheel” to all the passers by
Here’s a little ditty I wrote called “Free Bird Part 2”

How can I afford to get drunk every night
To think about the joke that is my adult life
Spare a dime?
Can’t get enough change to buy a bag of chips
I’m starving for a beer can you give me a little sip?
Spare a dime?
Got a student loan debt hanging over my head
Gas prices are so high that I can’t even get road head
Spare a dime?
I want to go outside and find someone to bum a dart
But I can’t even pay my light bill and I lives in the dark

The economy’s gone tits up!
Track Name: Gas is Gone Up
Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
The price of crude oil is way too high
Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
If it gets any higher I’m going to cry
Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
Saudi Arabia loves this shit
Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
But Ultramar and Esso can suck my dick

Going to have to buy a bike
Can’t afford that, guess I’ll have to hike
Don’t got enough change for the taxi fare
You get what you paid for, buyer beware

Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
Irving hikes their charges high
Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
Shell ain’t letting any low payments fly
Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
Corporate fat cats rule the open road
Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
Corporate fat cats gonna own your soul

Going to have to buy a bike
Can’t afford that, guess I’ll have to hike
Don’t got enough change for the taxi fare
You get what you paid for, buyer beware

Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
Gonna have to stick it out on the DRL
Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
Fucking fucking fuck, this bus is literal Hell
Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
Sixty fucking dollars to fill up my tiny tank
Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
I wonder who’s fault it is our economy sank

Going to have to buy a bike
Can’t afford that, guess I’ll have to hike
Don’t got enough change for the taxi fare
You get what you paid for, buyer beware

Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
Gas is gone up, gas is gone up
Track Name: Get with the Fucking Program
By’s I’m friggin’ pissed here today
Why should I listen to what he’s got to say?
We all know that it’s gonna be lies
Spewed from a mouth full of McDonald’s fries

The two of them got their hands all over
The keys to the island of Newfoundland
And they’re gonna run this place into the ground
Deeper than a drill in the oil sands
Fuck the Premier and all his taxes
Fuck the government as a whole
Fuck everything that he ever said
The entire populace has been cajoled

Mister Premier you’re dead to me
And to everybody else you’ve screwed the pooch
I’m so depressed with all the taxes
That all I want to do all day is drink hooch

Get with the fucking program
You lied straight to our faces
Get with the fucking program
You’re not in anyone’s good graces
Get with the fucking program
Revolution is all that’s left
Get with the fucking program
Of a heart you’re all bereft

I want to buy a book but the price is too high
I want to buy gas but the price is too high
Can’t buy a Kit-Kat cause the price is too high
Can’t even get high because the price is too high

I’m only working for minimum wage
Barely scraping buy at the rate that I’m paid
And everything that our leaders do
Just feels like a slap in my impoverished face

Screaming about how mad this makes me
Is all that I’ve got left in life
If I didn’t have punk rock to save my soul
Ten years ago is when I’d have died

Hardcore is all that keeps me going
The righteous anger directed up the hill
Towards the man and woman who fucked us all
You both make me want to kill

Get with the fucking program
You lied straight to our faces
Get with the fucking program
You’re not in anyone’s good graces
Get with the fucking program
Revolution is all that’s left
Get with the fucking program
Of a heart you’re both bereft
Track Name: Potholes
Fuck sakes I hit another one of these
Fucking pits in the middle of the road
I’ve never seen such pathetic streets as
The ones in this shithole of a province

Island of vehicular minefields
Cause of death to every tire I’ve ever had
My poor car suffers blow after blow
It’s going to soon wind up a wreckage

Bang, bang, bang, it’s in the crater again
Holy shit this is like driving in Vietnam
I feel like our infrastructure is crumbling
Even more so than that of the United States

Fix our god damned roads
Fix our god damned roads
Fix our god damned roads
Fix our god damned roads

Fix our god damned roads!
Track Name: No Plow
No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow
No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow
No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow

No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow
No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow
No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow

No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow
No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow
No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow

No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow
No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow
No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow

I went to drive on the Trans Canada Highway
At the end of December when it’s 20 below
Strapped on my brand new winter tires
When all of a sudden it started to snow

I managed to make it all the way back home
Before the blizzard got really bad
But when I went to go back to town the next morning
I realized just how much snow we’d had

I opened the front door of my parent’s house
And the snowfall was piled right up to my eyes
Gonna take at least three hours to shovel my
Way out of here before I can even drive

I got through it and warmed up my car
Then drove down the road towards the TCH
Only to find that in the white out conditions
Not a thing had been plowed since yesterday

No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow
No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow
No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow

No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow
No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow
No, no, no, no, no, no, no plow

I guess this was one thing they decided to cut
In the Newfoundland Budget 2016
Plows aren’t deemed as a necessity
For the island to function smooth and clean

The snow on the highway is higher than my car
I’m stranded ‘round the bay with nowhere to go
I’m supposed to be at work by quarter to two
And now I’m gonna have to call in sick, oh no

Missed another day, that’s eight hours gone
Docked $80 from next week’s check
All because the plows didn’t run on time
Jesus this province is turning into a wreck

Then I heard on fadder’s radio this morning
That the ambulances can’t even access St. John’s
If buddy on board don’t get to the Health-Science
It’s just as well to say that he’s gonna be gone

Say goodbye to all semblance of decency
If you can’t plow the roads we’re in a state of emergency

Say goodbye to all semblance of decency
If you can’t plow the roads we’re in a state of emergency
Track Name: The Puppeteer
You sit atop your empire of fries
Delivering garbage food to the citizenry
Cheeseburgers are your weapon of choice
Kingpin of the fast food industry
With your money you have woven your way
Into the inner workings of the government
Your greasy fingerprints coat Confederation Building
Where your opinions on taxation you intend to cement

You are the puppeteer
Pulling the marionette strings
Watch the doll dance to the tune
That the old witch sings

You are the puppeteer
Pulling the marionette strings
Watch the doll dance to the tune
That the old witch sings

You are a hag wielding corruption
Infecting the mind of the figurehead
De facto, leading behind closed curtains
The populace wishes that you were dead
Bringing down sadness onto the downtrodden
Crushing your boot-heels into the lower middle class
I want to see your office go up in flames
I want to see this dark age of misery pass

You are the puppeteer
Pulling the marionette strings
Watch the doll dance to the tune
That the old witch sings

You are the puppeteer
Pulling the marionette strings
Watch the doll dance to the tune
That the old witch sings

Sever the rotten cord!
Sever the cord!
Track Name: Muskrat Falls
(Instrumental)
Track Name: Resist!
I was born to resist everything that you hold dear
Money and power used to breed a state of fear
I’ll burn the flag of anarchy and I won’t stop resisting
I’ll use the power of hardcore to dismantle the system

Resist! Resist! Resist!
Bring down the corporations
Resist! Resist! Resist!
We’ve got to mutilate them
Resist! Resist! Resist!
Make this island its own nation
Resist! Resist! Resist!
Quit your occupation

I was born with a wooden spoon in my hand
Been beat down my whole life but now I’m taking a stand
Gotta fight against the powers that be
Gotta fight to keep this province as free as can be

Although I take part in the very system I rail against
I guarantee you that I despise it with the utmost confidence
It’s not like I eat at McDonald’s every night
I mean seriously, really, I don’t eat at McDonald’s every night!
You gotta believe me!

Resist! Resist! Resist!
Bring down the corporations
Resist! Resist! Resist!
We’ve got to mutilate them
Resist! Resist! Resist!
Make this island our own nation
Resist! Resist! Resist!
Quit your occupation

Molotov cocktail!
Che Guevara is my spirit animal!
Russia had it right all along!
Viva la revolution!