Defenders Of The Riff (LP)

by Wasted Theory

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released April 14, 2017

Wasted Theory - Delaware & Maryland

Brendan Burns - Drums
Larry Jackson, Jr. - Guitar/Vocals
Dave McMahon - Guitar
Rob Michael - Bass

“Defenders of the Riff” was written by Wasted Theory from October 2015-May 2016 and recorded by Wasted Theory at Ken-Del Studios (Wilmington, DE) and Clay Creek Studio (Bear, DE) from June- August 2016.

Recorded & Engineered by Paul Janocha @ Ken-Del Studios.
Recorded, Engineered, Produced and Mixed by Nick Rotundo @ Clay Creek Studio.

Music by Wasted Theory, lyrics by Brendan Burns.

Mastered by Tony Reed at HeavyHead Recording Studios.

Cover Art by : Alexander von Wieding

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Track Name: Get Loud or Get Fucked
Black water’s rising and I just want you to know.
Sippin’ on my whiskey right beside my stereo.
You ain’t coming to me so I guess I’ll hit the road.
84 in a 55 and I think it’s gonna blow.

I ain’t got time to waste.
Ridin’ high and getttin’ laid.
The more things change,
the more they stay the same.

Waiting on that red light I got one foot in the grave.
Motor’s burning pure gasoline like acid fuckin’ rain.
You ain’t coming to me so I’ll just be movin’ on.
I’m a ramblin’ man now baby by morning I’ll be gone.

I ain’t got time to waste.
Ridin’ high and getttin’ laid.
The more things change,
the more they stay the same.
Track Name: Black Witch Blues
She’s livin’ life by the side of the road.
Her gypsy eyes don’t know which way to go.
A sacred tongue for a sacred oath.
I’ll tell ya boy she’s the motherload.

Her black magic keeps me up at night.
Twin sisters from the wild lights.
Fire woman it’s a good day to die.
And you know she makes me come alive.

My little Demon Girl.

Raised by the wolves in the hollow moon.
Lick and a promise I got nothing to lose.
Knife to the swine, raise a glass to the dead.
Forget your pills, bring your whiskey instead.

Her black magic keeps me up at night.
Twin sisters from the wild lights.
Fire woman it’s a good day to die.
And you know she makes me come alive.

My little Demon Girl.
Track Name: Atomic Bikini Wax
Yea I got a devil woman.
Electric ladyland.
She really gets me movin.
I know you understand.

Yea I feel her heavy breathin’.
Don’t wanna drink alone.
Well that little dirty heathen.
She got a heart of stone.

And she knows when it’s on.
Shake that ass and I’m gone.
And I know when it’s right.
Until the morning light.

Yea I know she’s superstitious.
Won’t make it out alive.
Her lips they taste so vicious.
They’re working overtime.

Yea she got my mojo working.
My veins are pumping fire.
She coming down the middle.
That bitch is cold as ice.

And she knows when it’s on.
Shake that ass and I’m gone.
And I know when it’s right.
Until the morning light.
Track Name: Gospel Of Infinty
Alright, I’m drawing that line.
The one that comes before me,
And the one that come behind.

Alright, keep living that lie.
The one that never bothers me,
And the one that keeps you blind.

Goddam, such a waste of time.
She’s a black hearted woman,
And a shot between the eyes.

Alright, I never made a dime.
I’m just doing the 9 to 5,
And trying to stay alive.

High Life.
Motor’s Hot.
C’mon Testify!
Track Name: Under The Hoof
I hear the stampede coming.
It’s time to open fire.
Hog blood on the tip of my tongue.
And you know that I’m the devil’s child.

I hear that black dog howling.
It’s creepin’ up inside.
Got a fever of 103.
And you know she makes me lose my mind.

Burning up, Burning out.
Four on the floor and she’s ready for more, I said…
Burning up, Burning out.
Hellbent for whiskey and that Dixie wine, I said…
Burning up, Burning out.
Four on the floor and she’s ready for more, I said..
Burning up, Burning out.

I hear that cold black thunder.
Another endless night.
These bitter pills are all I need.
And we’re heading for the morning light.

I hear the rat race thumping.
You know they’re running wild.
Venom dripping down my throat.
And you know that I’m the lord of the flies.

Burning up, Burning out.
Four on the floor and she’s ready for more, I said…
Burning up, Burning out.
Hellbent for whiskey and that Dixie wine, I said…
Burning up, Burning out.
Four on the floor and she’s ready for more, I said..
Burning up, Burning out.
Track Name: AmpliFIRE
It’s Saturday night, I’m feelin’ good.
I’m headed to town, west Hollywood.
We’ll ride the sky, no coming home.
Burnin’ up Hell in my GTO.

The iron’s hot, you take control.
So over the top, and down below.
Roll of the dice, we’re in the hole.
Prepare to die for rock n’ roll.

Get on your knees and sell your soul.
Prepare to die for rock n’ roll.

She’s got that itch, that serpentine.
Flick of the switch, my gypsy queen.
The sinner, the saint, the art of war.
Don’t waste my time just give me more.

We live, we die, we’re high as hell.
The valley of death, we know it well.
Love young, die fast, but don’t look back.
Just pass the flask, we’re back in black.

Get on your knees and sell your soul.
Prepare to die for rock n’ roll.
Track Name: Belly Fulla Whiskey
I’m heading southbound, with the windows cracked.
Ten pounds of cocaine, strapped in the back.
The sirens screaming, I’m on the line.
This twelve gauge shotgun, he’s a friend of mine.
High speed and dirt roads, the gallows pole.
The preachers daughter, she’s bought and sold.
C’mon little darlin’, C’mon little tease.
C’mon and get down on your knees.

Gun fire.
Bang bang.
I’m headed straight to the promised land.
Live Wire.
Goddamn.
I’m headed straight for the promised land.

The clock is tickin’, there’s no time to waste.
I gotta get the fuck out of this place.
The snakes are crawling, sun’s going down.
Just take a hit now, and then pass around.
That train’s a rollin’, she’s movin on.
All I’ve got now, is this drinking song.
C’mon little darlin’, C’mon little tease.
C’mon and get down on your knees.

Gun fire.
Bang bang.
I’m headed straight to the promised land.
Live Wire.
Goddamn.
I’m headed straight for the promised land.
Track Name: ...The Devil Makes Three
Got a hard-luck woman.
Got a ball and chain.
Such a hard headed woman.
Drives me insane.

Fire up the serpent.
Light up the weed.
Got my mojo working.
Like a fucking beast.

From Detroit rock city.
To the mountain lands.
Gotta keep on fuckin’.
Till it drives you mad.

Got a smokestack woman.
Got the whorehouse blues.
Got the seven year itch now.
I was fucking born to lose.

I’m coming home, I’m coming high.
Too drunk to fuck, too tired to fight.
I’m coming home, I’m coming high.
…and we’re right on time!
Track Name: Odyssey of the Electric Warlock
In the dark we sail up to the rising sun.
I hear the screams of a thousand lights.
Above the earth, I’m cruising like a vagabond.
Like a rocket flying through the sky.

In the night, we reign upon the cosmic ark.
Eat the witch and dig a shallow grave.
Kill the lights, we’re creeping through the undertow.
We burn the ones that we can’t enslave.

The time has come to sacrifice.
We’re bastards of the endless night.
Your time has come to sacrifice.

Behind the sun, we’re thrown into the Avalon.
This is the end, there’s no coming back.
Road to hell, we’re horsemen of the evermore.
From high command comes the next attack.

Into the fire, we battle till the war is done.
We lift our heads to fight another day.
Night is young, we sell it to the underdogs.
These iron hands rule the golden age.

The time has come to sacrifice.
We’re bastards of the endless night.
Your time has come to sacrifice.
Track Name: Throttlecock
Riff Raff, Sin City.
Looking high, feeling shitty.
High Voltage, damnation.
I got a filthy fucking reputation.

Crank the highs now, feel the lows.
Turn it up till the speaker explodes.
Lay it down now, the bottom line.
We’re gonna have a fucking hell of a time!

Fire up the night.
Come on, let’s ride.
Fire up the night.
Alright.

Get it hot now, let’s hit the road.
You bring the weed, yea anything goes.
We’re drinking whiskey, on the rocks.
Pull the shades down, and switch the locks.

Don’t stop now, come and get it.
Burnin’ rubber yea, we’re X-rated.
Show no mercy, no self control.
All we need is fucking rock and roll.

Fire up the night.
Come on, let’s ride.
Fire up the night.
Alright.