Bush Bash

by World War 4

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released 23 April 2013

SIDE 1 - BUSH BASH
Songs 1-5
Recorded, mixed & mastered at Apartment 2 Recording Studio by Topon Das during the cold months of 2013.

SIDE 2- RUFF AS FUCK
Songs 5-9
Recorded & mixed at The Resonator by our pal Dave Deadly
Mastered by our other pal Topon Das at Apartment 2 Recording Studio
It all went down sometime in 2012

FUNNY COVER ART DOODLES: Gavin
HOBOGOBLIN DRAWING: Mike Pender
LAYOUT: Blake

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World War 4 Ottawa, Ontario

We are one of a 1000 bands with same name But we are the only one from Hoser Central.... Ottawa Canada. We dig old school Metal, punk, Thrash & Crossover.

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Track Name: Oblivion Newton John (Ricci)
Instru-Metal
Track Name: Bush Bash
BUSH BASH
Meeting at the Mac's to buy some rolling papers. Get a plastic bag in case you sniff some vapors. Takin' a peek at the hustler magazine. It's the only real pussy that we have ever seen.

Bangers on logs baking by the fire. Drinking 50 to replace what they perspire. Lumber jackets smell like hockey gloves & smoke. They're Teaching cute preppies the proper way to toke.

The ghetto blasters blaring punks skank around wasted & stoned they never slow down mohawks collapse scalps begin to sweat jocks don't understand them, start to utter threats.

hey lets all go get shit faced at the... BUSH BASH, getting smashed were all pissin in the woods at the... BUSH BASH, breaking glass, light your pants on fire at the… BUSH BASH, sour mash running from the cops at the BUSH BASH, sharing hash. Drinking outdoors is the essence of thrash.

The jocks punch the first punk that they find the punx are outnumbered, as the jocks they align. Out in the bush the new alliances are made. As the bangers help the punx before the police raid.

Always trust a banger to have a baseball bat punx pull their chains ready for combat. Jox say fuck this & decide to turn around just as the sirens begin to make their sound.
Track Name: MAME
There was a time we ruled the land, in some cities, we were banned. When we were strong, we took your steel. You played with us that was the deal!

One by one we would stand, for days & days with stick in hand. We'd beg & steal to play the games. The best would get to leave their names.

The champions were praised like gods! They killed the screens against the odds! They never missed, their skills attuned rewards were paid, the wenches swooned.

Then the sky broke open & the gods took away all our games. They destroyed the coliseums & now there is nothing that remains. They laughed & they smiled as they watched it all burn up in flames. The fires were put out but everyone was left scarred & maimed

The ghosts have won, the frogs are loose, the king of Apes has made a truce, the holes are dug, dragons beware, there’s no more gold inside your lair.

The jousting’s done, the birds have flown. The Kings are gone & left their thrones. The queen is dead, the jesters dull, the wizard slipped & cracked his skull.

It's up to us to wear their crowns. Bring the fight back to your towns. So play the games lest we forget, show the world we're still a threat.

Then the sky broke open & the gods gave us back all our games. They rebuilt the coliseums & shined & polished all the stains. They all laughed & they smiled as they watched it all grow again. The warriors are back with a new weapon that they call M.A.M.E.
Track Name: Quint's Lament
On a secret mission in 1945, the U.S.S. Indianapolis delivers the first atomic bomb.
Shortly after its delivery, a Japanese submarine slams 2 torpedoes into its side sinking her in under 12 minutes.

Tinian de Leyte, deliver the bomb pick up recruits off the island of Guam. Japanese torpedoes ended our trip. 300 men go down with the ship. The mission was secret no signal was sent intel of our position they tried to prevent. Cling to scrap try to survive eat floating rations to stay alive.

Pounding! Hollering! Screaming! The sailors all are bleeding. Their eyes were black as we formed our pack. Pounding! Hollering! Screaming! The sharks begin their feeding. Eyes roll white as they take a bite. Pounding! Hollering! Screaming! The sharks begin their thrashing Lifeless eyes as their teeth incise.

Very first light the sharks come a cruisin’ feeling so tired I think it's illusion. 13 feet in length from dorsal to tail their teeth clamp down they start to flail. Ocean turns red they rip you to pieces the smell of the blood, their number increases bitten in the waist bobbin' up & down was a young man afraid he would drown.

1100 went into the water 316 come out & the sharks took the rest but we delivered the bomb.
Track Name: Decease & Desist
The riot police of Satan’s forces are busy indeed. Riding through hell on undead horses the dark ones finest steeds. Making sure the slaves & demons are working every night & day. Always building for the master they never get to play.

Everyday the tension builds, hatred overspills. They take to the streets of hell & fuck shit up. The riot police get called in, overlooking the casters of sin & start caving in everyone’s skulls with their clubs. The crowd falls in the cracks they gather around in the back tomorrow they will have a new plan of attack.

Decease & desist what you are doing when you feel a riots brewing. There’s no escape from the boredom of hell. Every single fucking day in hell there is a riot to be had. Thousands of slaves & demons want to party real bad

Decease & desist, do not resist.
Track Name: FTW
I do smoke. I do drink. I do fuck. I wish I could fucking think.

Fuck The World, Fuck The World, Fuck The World. I drink so much I always hurl.
Fuck The World, Fuck The World, Fuck The World. Smoking joints and banging girl.

I do smoke. I do drink. I do fuck. I wish I could fucking think.

Listen, I'm trying to tell you what to do buy a six pack & roll a joint or two. Get a hooker that says "too beaucoup". Just don't get a poison free tattoo.

Fuck The World, Fuck The World, Fuck The World. I drink so much I always hurl.
Fuck The World, Fuck The World, Fuck The World. I drink so much I always hurl.

Fuck The World, Fuck The World, Fuck The World. I drink so much I always hurl.
Fuck The World, Fuck The World, Fuck The World. Smoking joints and banging girl.

Getting fucked is what it’s about. Go down there and smell the trout. Getting drunk with my friends. Immaturity L never end.

Smoking doobs & doing bongs. No wonder i can't write a song. Lace a pair of roller-skates. Now fall down and break your face.

Living slow and dying old. Always doing what you're told. Never running by the pool.
Never breaking any rules.
Track Name: Daemone
I was born between the goat of Mendes & Cerberus. I was raised in an earthquake & breathed in volcano dust. Then my calling came and I didn’t have a choice.

Flying hooks ripped through my flesh and tied me to a hoist. Well the ground burst open and the earth set me free. Cooled my burning flesh on the shores of the Dead Sea.

Groomed to be, king for a world, that fucking hates my guts, groomed to be, king for a world,

While I steamed, I looked to the sky and saw the brightest light. Followed its path to the north till a manger was in sight. Now my mission to me is clear its engrained in my mind.

Posess the body of the child that god has designed. Grow to an age where I have the strength to hold up a knife. Put it up against my own neck and end this saviours life.

Doomed, to be king, for a world, that fucking hates my guts doomed, to be king, for the world.

& as the child grows and becomes a man he becomes to weak to follow his fathers plans.

Oh dark father I love this life & I confess the only way I’ll die is if they kill me because of my kindness. Fine my son if that’s how you feel you better start thinking bout your last meal.

Judas will name his price. The cock will crow twice. Peter will deny you thrice.

I’ll make you wish you'd never been born. A crucified king with a crown of thorns. Trying for a halo instead of getting your horns.

Entombed, to be king, for a world, that fucking hates my guts. Entombed, to be king
for the world.
Track Name: HoboGoblin
Turning people into meat, stealing homeless from the street, cutting off their hands & feet, wash their hair rinse and repeat.

Sausage casings from the butcher, clean & prep the organ grinder, hear the lungs give a final groan, tearing muscle from the bone.

Getting rid of the evidence, wipe away the fingerprints, burn the clothes in a fire pit, sterilize the drilling bit.

Always looking for the weakest prey, the Hobogoblin feasts upon the stray, the cops can’t catch him nor do they care, he keeps all the hobos out of their hair.

If I were you I’d find some work, a fireman garbage man or even a clerk, 'cuz Hobogoblin he don't fuck around and he might be cleaning the streets in... your... home...town!!
Track Name: Hugo (Dentist of Death)
HUGO (Dentist of Death)
Fixing the mouthpiece of evil, capping the teeth of the devil, necrotic teeth biting the world, the death machine becomes unfurled.

Sit down, relax & open you're mouth & let me look at your instrument of hatred, the stench, of the holocaust, will never come off of your tongue, as the anesthesia is pumped into your lungs.

Fixing the mouthpiece of evil, capping the teeth of the devil, necrotic teeth biting the world, the death machine becomes unfurled.

Scraping, the souls of the dead, one soul for every word that he's said. Polishing, the smile of the Fuhrer, As their blood washes down into the sewer.

Hugo dentist of death

Fixing the mouthpiece of evil, capping the teeth of the devil, necrotic teeth biting the world, the death machine becomes unfurled.

So many ways you could have killed him, did the thought ever cross your mind, the millions you would have saved, trade your life to stop a genocide.

Fixing the mouthpiece of evil, capping the teeth of the devil, necrotic teeth biting the world, the death machine becomes unfurled.

Mining, from the mouths of the weak, To line the pockets of the elite, In the ovens, their bones turn to dust, Your blood stained gold will rust.