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Well, we enrolled in Accounting 202
Prerequisites? We had a few
But we didn't know what we got into
Until the drop date was over
Craziest teach we'd ever met
Few cards short of a full deck
With a thick Locrian accent
She was livin' la vida loca
The quizzes were hard, the tests harder
We should've kept up and studied smarter
When we were tardy, we got retarder
Even on homework, we choked up
The teacher refused to curve grades
Office hours were of no aid
Our failing scores were our graves
Into the final test, we thought

We won't get out of this alive
Our GPAs hit 1.5
If there's a chance to flee the hive
Cuz otherwise we won't survive

Stumblin' home from downtown
Four of us laughed and joked around
In front of the cops, we fell down
We told them we'd be home STAT
Little did we know, that soon
We would sing a new tune
Three blocks later, six goons
Called out "fuck you guys!" Oh snap
Juan of us had a fighting itch
He retorted, "fuck YOU, bitch!"
All of a sudden, we were pitched
With ten fists and a wood bat
It was a beat down, no fair fight
Six against four who were drunk? Right...
So far away from the cops' light
Only idea my brain could make:

Well we boarded the red-eye to L.A.
To show up in court the next day
The Korean mob did a crime wave
And we were the only witness
Up into the midnight sky
Panic attacked, we were flying high
Vipers and cobras of every size
Dropped down like gifts on Christmas
Two lovers were bit in the Mile-High Club
A boa constricted the British chub
Coach was rowdier than an Irish pub
At least the serpents had missed us
A king and a conda killed the crew
Moccasins got the pilots too
Into a nosedive we flew
Even survivors'll get graves

(1) Like a lobster in a boiling pot
and the water is simmering hot
Well I say lets give it the best we got)
(2) Like a runaway truck with no breaks
Going down the hill without checking was a mistake
Well lets try for goodness sake
(3) Like a baby in a microwave
That’s right, like a baby in a microwave
The parents are gone, the sitters asleep
And there’s no way we’ll be saved
(4) Like a frat turd on 5 ‘n I
Like a ska band after ‘95
Like Barwyck on a carnival ride

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from Angels' Trumpets​/​Devils' Trombones, released July 1, 2011

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Brass Hysteria! Chico, California

Steeped in the deep black blood of nighttime, Brass Hysteria! takes the best qualities of ska, bluegrass, rockabilly and punk. Their on stage antics, versatility as an acoustic street band and amplified band makes them a force to be reckoned with.

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