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The Mizzerables/Whatever… This Sucks

Whatever… This Sucks

Tracklist

1. Gravity download
2. FKI download
3. Crabby Crab download
4. Better off Dead download
5. Every Once in a While download
6. Let's Go download
7. Still Kickin' 'Round download
8. Whatever... This Sucks download
9. Suburbia download
10. Reverie download
11. Sticks and Stones download
12. Dancing on your Grave download
13. Forty Five download
14. Thoughts and Prayers download

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About Album

Formed in 2013 by Joe Mizzi, THE MIZZERABLES are a Chicago-based punk rock trio with gritty, vocal-driven hooks. With Dave Vazzano and Korey Brisendine holding down the rhythm section, the band has been refining their sound over the past few years, culminating in their latest effort Whatever… This Sucks, a 30 minute trip through Mizzi’s psyche. Mizzi, a Michigan native and former member of Ten Ninety, Common Rider, and About the Mess, pulls influence from much of the music he cut his teeth listening to layered on top of the seemingly always forward-moving foundation set by Vazzano and Brisendine.

Joe Mizzi / Korey Brisendine / Dave Vazzano

Produced by Dan Wleklinski
Music by Joe Mizzi / Korey Brisendine / Dave Vazzano
Lyrics by Joe Mizzi except Suburbia by Joe Mizzi & Kevin Sierzega

Friends who appear on this record:
Kevin Sierzega
Euri Morris
Jen Usellis
River Roberts
Jon Jakubik

Artist: The Mizzerables
Label: Whoa! Records
Release Date: 23-8-2019

Available Lyrics

Gravity

I wanna tear it down
I wanna scream and shout
I wanna get out of this fucking hell

I wanna lite a match
Propane and kerosene
I wanna make a nice big fucking scene
As I find my way

Back to sanity and gravity
Keeping my two feet in front of me
Counting the days ahead instead of those behind

I wanna break out
I wanna dance all night
I wanna find my own way fucking home

I gotta busted toe
Forever momento
I say fuck this freudian masquerade
As I find my way

Back to sanity and gravity
Keeping my two feet in front of me
Counting the days ahead instead of those behind

I’m gonna find my way
Back to sanity and gravity
Keeping my two feet in front of me
Counting the days ahead instead of those behind

FKI

When I wake up in the morning
Sometimes I don't even know why
How bout you

When I step out in the daylight
Sometimes I wanna run and hide
How bout you

I've been pulling teeth and dragging my feet all through this shit
But if failure leads to success I'm fucking killing it
Not cause I'm lazy, I'm must be going crazy
Cause if failure leads to success I'm fucking killing it

I've pulling teeth and dragging my feet all through this shit
But if failure leads to success I'm fucking killing it
Not cause I'm lazy, I'm must be going crazy
Cause if failure leads to success I'm fucking killing it

When I go out in the evening
Sometimes I can't even get high
How bout you

When I lay down under the moonlight
Sometimes I wonder if I'll die
How bout you

I've been pulling teeth and dragging my feet all through this shit
But if failure leads to success I'm fucking killing it
Not cause I'm lazy, I'm must be going crazy
Cause if failure leads to success I'm fucking killing it

Crabby Crab

Well I'm a snot nosed brat
Out of piss and vinegar
But I wanna waste my time with you

I've got skeleton bones
Playing tunes around my skull
But I wanna waste my time with you

So come find me now
I'm alone anyhow
No I don't want to
No I don't want to be alone

Well I don't have much
And I'm just a crabby crab
But I wanna waste my time with you

I’m playing marionettes
Dancing scenes around my grave
But I wanna waste my time with you

And I'm a smoked out bum
Cooking eggs inside my brain
But I wanna waste my time with you

So come find me now
I'm alone anyhow
No I don't want to
No I don't want to be alone

Well I don't have much
And I'm just a crabby crab
But I wanna waste my time with you

Better off Dead

What's that in your head
Is it weighted down with lead
Who's that really pulling strings from inside

Took your flag and blew your lid
Went and blamed it all on id
Gave your pride up to a plastic man

Maybe it’s time to say
That you're better off dead
I'm tired of dragging you behind

When did you turn your back
Disengaged and joined a pack
Was it always something there on the inside

Did you think you pulled the rug
Ask yourself who’s the real thug
Headstrong and stupid through and through

Maybe its time to say
That you're better off dead
I'm tired of dragging you behind

Every Once in a While

Every once in a while you run out the door
With a pep in your step and a furrow in your brow
Every once in a while we scream and yell
And the smoke must clear to hear ourselves
But every once in a while you hold my hand
When the world comes down and no one understands
So from now till the end know that I'm here my friend
My love and this will never bend

Every once in a while you turn away
And there's tears streaming down one another's face
Every once in a while we tell ourselves
That we're not coming back again this time
But every once in a while you hold my hand
When the world comes down and no one understands
So from now till the end know that I'm here my friend
My love and this will never bend
My love and this will never bend
My love and this will never bend

Let's Go

I don't wanna go away alone
I don't want have a lonely party
Wishing for someone to hold onto me tonight

I don't wanna carry all this weight
I don't wanna be another schmuck
Working all day and night for a penny and a pot to piss in

Ride with me tonight and say fuck this world it's on it's own
You and me got what we need let’s go

I don't wanna hear another word
From some shit politico
Telling me what’s right with their head burried in the sand

I don't wanna sit and obey
I don't wanna stare at screens all day
I wanna feel the wind in my face and stare straight at the sun

Ride with me tonight and say fuck this world it's on it's own
You and me got what we need let’s go

Ever felt like you don’t belong
Even though you did it all right
Well it's all ok it's all ok it's all ok ain't nothing right anyway

Ride with me tonight and say fuck this world it's on it's own
You and me got what we need let’s go

Still Kickin' 'Round

We passed out on a floor or two
Listening to the boys of summer
Dreaming of nothing more than we ever had

Watched the world spin out of control
Started thinking maybe there's something
Maybe there's something we should be doing now

Picked up a six string and some skins
Found a basement and called up our friends
Remember when we sang songs about unity

When the world didn't give you more than you needed
You turned your back said "fuck it I'm leaving,
Who gives a fuck about unity anymore"

But we're still kicking round
Till we're dead buried in the ground
Singing our songs and dancing to that unity sound

Whatever... This Sucks

I can't go out
I can't get down
I can't find anyway outta here this time
And I don't know why
It's happened again
All I know is that I think I'm gonna crack

Call it melodrama
Blame it on my mama
Or is it paranoia
Whatever this sucks

I'm on the couch
Being a grouch
The TVs on but I can't hear a thing
She's calling again
I'm stoned again
All I know is I’m hanging by a thread

Call it melodrama
Blame it on my mama
Or is it paranoia
Whatever this sucks

Spinning and flailing down
There’s no bottom anywhere in sight

Suburbia

Sometimes I walk upon these streets
Of shattered old concrete
And dream about suburbia
And running away with you

Stranded on the Westbound 66
Dreaming of getting that picket fence
We're gonna cash our checks on Friday nights
And shop at the outlet malls

Sick and tired of paying rent to taste
Fuck these rotten alleys we're going home (totally doing the Sierzega HO-OHM on this)

We're gonna hang shit on the walls
Put some hardwood in the halls
Take our trash out to the curb and say hi to Bob and Kim

We're gonna let the dog out back
Get ourselves a Cadillac
Leave behind the corner stores and go out for a swim
Fuck yeah Suburbia

Every night there’s a ding-dong-ditch
Got another busted dimmer switch
And the neighbors dog shit on our lawn
And the cat's been gone since dawn

Stuck on the freeway after dark
Putting miles on our hearts
Taking our Xanax with a cup of joe
Watching reality TV shows

Sick and tired we payed up for the taste
Fuck this cul-de-sac we're going home

We hung our shit on the walls
Put some hardwood in the halls
Took our trash out to the curb and got shunned by Bob and Kim

We let the dog out back
Got ourselves a Cadillac
Parked behind the county store and got busted by Officer Slick
Fuck you Suburbia

Reverie

Want one thing
For what you
For what you deserve

Bury down bury down reverie
Bury down bury down reverie
Bury down bury down reverie
Bury down bury down

Want one thing
For what you
For what you deserve

Bury down bury down reverie
Bury down bury down reverie
Bury down bury down reverie
Bury down bury down

Want one thing
For what you
For what you deserve

Bury down bury down

Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones and broken bones
Your words will never fix you
Someone pushed a button or two
And your looking' for a scapegoat

Think you get a pass
Because you've got some sass well no
What you gonna say
When it comes to
Well I won't be there to hold your hand through it all

Temporary levity
Between slices of revenge
How long will it last till your
Jonesin for another fix

Think you get a pass
Because you've got some sass well no
What you gonna say
When it comes to
Well I won't be there to hold your hand through it all

Dancing on your Grave

Wait for it the burning sensation
Deep inside all your self inflicted wounds
You asked for all of this

Drunken nights in a dingy basement bar
Broken walls you leaned up hard against
You asked for all of this
Now I'm dancing on your grave

Scapegoat an easy target to prey on
I gave it all tore my bleeding heart right out
You asked for all of this

Three days all it took for you to kill
Blood stains you spread around like fire flies
You asked for all of this
Now I’m dancing on your grave

Cliches all you could conjure for your sake
Wasted breath 86 in my head
You asked all of this
Yeah you asked for all of this
Yeah you asked for all of this
Now I’m dancing on your grave

Forty Five

Where were you on the day it all went to shit
Bloody lips sinking ships full of misfits
One by one
Dropping like flies to shit
Bunch of rats emaciated running for the hills

Down the hatch
Here’s to America
Land of the free
Hold the caramel
45
Here to anesthetize
The mannequins out on parade
Holding you overboard

Marching right left right for hypocrisy
Beating drums for the scum of aristocracy
Hooray
For democracy
Misaligned drank the wine gave it to the swine

Down the hatch
Here’s to America
Land of the free
Hold the caramel
45
Here to anesthetize
The mannequins out on parade
Holding you overboard

Thoughts and Prayers

pressure cooker heats up
four-alarm fire call
another morning spent sifting through ashes another morning spent wondering

what's there left here to burn
we stripped the altar yesterday
we buried our dead buried our pride buried them without a sound

we're spinning to an ending
that isn't written what will we make

screaming over empty air
rally all of the troops
but nobody’s listening nobody cares that was all yesterday

gave all your thoughts and prayers
the pastor marked all the graves
but nothing’s ever changing nothing’s ever getting better we go round and round

Album Reviews

With their third full length The Mizzerables have delivered fourteen infectious and raw slices of melodic punk rock that are served with a side order of pop hooks and political dissent.

The Punk Site

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