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Direct Hit! is a punk rock band hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Known for their high-energy performances and catchy, anthemic sound, their music often combines elements of pop punk, melodic hardcore, and alternative rock. They have released several albums and EPs, with their lyrics often touching on personal struggles, social commentary, and themes of youth and rebellion. Direct Hit! have garnered a dedicated fanbase for their dynamic and spirited punk sound. more »

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Mask on, howling alarm, you've got a sick, sad way about ya
Mask on, home with the germ, you've gotta sit by yourself and just suck
You're on the bus spaced out thinkin when'll you learn to not swallow open up and just spit
Straight shot center in the back of a throat to teach a lesson everyone just won't get
Mask on, tired of your cough and your snot, you're fuckin tired of the news fuckin tired of all the sadsack shit suits sayin live by yourself
You're fuckin tired of the life that you've got
You're in the wasteland - cover your face
You're in the wasteland - cover your face
You're in the wasteland - cover your face
You're in the wasteland waiting for the end of the day
Sink in this abyss and think about all the lies that you're told by the sick and tired mass
Sink in this abyss and think about how you're tired and fall asleep on the top of your sheets
Mask on, tired of your cough and your snot
You're fuckin tired of the news fuckin' tired of all the sadsack shit suits keep an eye on the screen
You're fuckin tired of the way that they say it
You're in the wasteland - are we even alive?
You're in the wasteland - are we even alive?
You're in the wasteland - are we even alive?
We're in the wasteland waiting for our death to arrive
First things first: gotta lie to yourself about whether or not you need somebody else to feel good
No use in complaining about it
Time to lock all your doors, turn to your walls and just shot
Now you're a live wire lit up on the virus electric in this sick, sad, world Daria'd be impressed
With your attitude
(Dour at best) so put your mind, blood vessels, and your lungs to the test
Now your mask's off, spent on the floor
You're crawlin out like a worm to your street
Mask off, ready for more
Metamorphosis to stupid complete
Mask off livin' like you'll never expire you're sick and tired of the glow of screens electrical wire
All you want is just to sit an talk your shit at the bar
The same show, same set, same place that you are right now
But first thing's first: gotta lie to yourself about whether or not you need somebody else to feel good
No use in complaining about it, time to lock all the doors, turn to your walls and just shout
Now you're a live wire lit up on the virus electric in this sick, sad world Daria'd be impressed with your attitude
(Dour at best)
So put your mind, blood vessels, and your lungs to the test
It's just a wasteland, tired of it
It's just a wasteland, tired of it
It's just a wasteland, tired of it
It's just a wasteland, tired of it
It's just a wasteland, tired of it
It's just a wasteland, tired of it
It's just a wasteland, tired of it
It's just a wasteland, meant for getting rid of your shit
It's just a wasteland, tired of it
It's just a wasteland, tired of it
It's just a wasteland, tired of it
It's just a wasteland

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