IN THEIR HANDS

media broadcasts a billion lies

big brother's been monitoring us all our lives

it’s time to run, get out while you can

don’t be another pawn in their master plan

we're in their hands - there's no escape

we're in their hands - control your fate

we're in their hands - they're in your head

if we don't act soon we're gonna end up dead

shooting kids with required drugs

their toxins pollute your fucking blood

chemtrails rain down suburban skies

they just laugh as they feed you bullshit lies

we're in their hands - there's no escape

we're in their hands - control your fate

we're in their hands - they're in your head

if we don't act soon we're gonna end up dead

you can protest and step out of line

but if they don’t like your looks you’ll be doing time

they’ve got you here in this system trapped

on the evening news you’ll be the one that cracked

we're in their hands - there's no escape

we're in their hands - control your fate

we're in their hands - they're in your head

if we don't act soon we're gonna end up dead

well give me liberty or get out of my face

i’m gonna tear up and destroy this whole fucking place

well the tides have turned and the times have changed

the spotlight’s on us now, you’ve been upstaged

yeah your time’s run out you find it hard to understand

well you can fool me once but don’t you fucking try again

i can see through your lies and i’m onto your plans

i’m gonna get out while i still can!

we're in their hands - there's no escape

we're in their hands - control your fate

we're in their hands - they're in your head

if we don't act soon we're gonna end up dead

we’ll end up fucking dead!

BLOODY HARVEST

it’s a fucked up situation, it’s against the charted course,
and you know there’s no salvation when you see his torn up corpse
you refuse to be a slave for them, refuse to dig your grave for them
you’ll never pay their ransom - you won’t stand for this no more so

fight back, fight back – every debt you’ve had
fight back, fight back – bloody harvest
fight back, fight back – you’re standing up, yeah
fight back, fight back!

prison cells send rumors stirring that you’ve heard time and again
but this time the lock is turning - you see faces of your friends
is the bloody harvest over? is the bloody harvest through?
who’d ever thought nonviolent crime could mean so much for you so

fight back, fight back – every debt you’ve had
fight back, fight back – bloody harvest
fight back, fight back – you’re standing up, yeah
fight back, fight back!

it’s a never-ending struggle, it’s a war you’ll never win
but you’ve got to disentangle every binding tie you can
cause the feds are always hungry and the prisoners’ hearts beat strong
and the world’s too fucking terrified to tell them that it’s wrong so

fight back, fight back – every debt you’ve had
fight back, fight back – bloody harvest
fight back, fight back – you’re standing up, yeah
fight back, fight back!

it’s a fucked up situation and you feel like you’ve been tricked
cause the doctor’s coming - shears in hand - he’s going for your dick
oh he’s gonna take your liver too and sell it with your brain
when the going price’s a hundred grand they’ll tell you there’s no pain so

fight back, fight back – every debt you’ve had
fight back, fight back – bloody harvest
fight back, fight back – you’re standing up, yeah
fight back, fight back!

Bloody harvest! Bloody harvest! Bloody harvest!
Bloody harvest! Bloody harvest! Bloody harvest!
Bloody harvest! Bloody fucking harvest!

NAZI STATE

in this world our freedom's give and take
we’re in their hands - our lives are all at stake
you try and stand up, they'll push you right back down
get up again, well, they'll shoot you to the ground

and sooner or later you will see
that while we're living here we'll never be free

we're living in a nazi state!
we're living in a nazi state!

they try to pacify your brain with the TV
well you know that that shit won't work on mely
all they wanna do is get in to your head
and once they get in, well, you're better off dead

and sooner or later you will see
that while we're living here we'll never be free

we're living in a nazi state!
we're living in a nazi state!

CTCP

vomit punx tearing up the stage

they were kings back in the day

now that they’ve played their last song

we miss ‘em but we’re moving on

pist raised their voices and their fists

they’re remembered, they are missed

they fucked shit up but now they’re gone,

connecticut chaos punks stay strong!

Oi! to the CTCP

Oi! to the CTCP

copyright “elm city” punks

taught all the kids to drive drunk

now their playing days are done

another band will come along

and then that one will go away

and someone else will come to “stay”

you know it’s true so sing along,

connecticut chaos punk stays strong!

Oi! to the CTCP

Oi! to the CTCP

if there are basements, there are shows

as long as everybody goes

support bands, radios and zines

‘cos they’re the ones who make the scene

we may be small but, man, we’re proud

we play our music fast and loud

and even if you think we’re wrong,

connecticut chaos punk’s still strong!

Oi! to the CTCP

Oi! to the CTCP

Oi! to the CTCP

Oi! to the CTCP

I'M A FAKE

we all know good times never last
and lifetime friends fade to the past
well now i'm with a punker crew
i'm punk as fuck now, so fuck you!

punk as fuck - i'm a punk
punk as fuck - fuck you
punk as fuck - i'm a punk
punk as fuck - and i'm punker than you!

i wear duane peters on my feet
and spike my hair so perfectly
i wear this costume every day
they'll never know i'm just a fake

i'm loyal to my new best friends
i'll follow all their fucking trends
'cos then i'll be a real punk too
and i'll say i'm punker than you!

punk as fuck - i'm a punk
punk as fuck - fuck you
punk as fuck - i'm a punk
punk as fuck - and i'm punker than you!

i smoke all day just to get high, i live life like i wanna die
i say that anarchy's the way - they'll never know i'm just a fake
i go to every show i can and that makes me the better man
i knock down people in the pit and act like i don't give a shit.

damn kitten!

so the broads are all excited to get back to work, writing and recording a ton of new songs... that would be all fine and good if only the broads hadn't gotten a kitten for christmas! seriously, how does anyone expect us to work on new material when there's a kitten running around the house? practice? bah! we don't need practice! playing with logan, now that's more like it.

Logan, the most adorable kitten ever

so in case you guys are wondering either (a) why aren't the broads coming up with new material when they were all excited saying they would be taking time off to write, or (b) why are all of their songs about kittens now, well, that's kind of your answer right there. why do kittens have to be so damn cute?

damn holiday!

merry christmas to all the broads and bros out there... we hope you got everything you wanted this holiday. if you didn't, then now's your chance to go fuck santa up. he's bound to be off his guard now (what after all that present-delivering he did last night) so now is your prime opportunity to go kick the jolly fat man around a bit for not giving you that 7 seconds record you wanted so bad. go ahead, you know you want to. we won't tell anyone.

we recently asked our fans on facebook what they would want, merch-wise, from the broads if we were selling merch, and we got some pretty good suggestions. so here's a list of potential damn broads! merch you might be able to pick up at one of our future shows:

patches, back patches, bumflaps, t-shirts, stickers, pins, hats, lighters, action figures (just kidding, but a cool idea), bumper stickers, posters... a pretty impressive list, right? damn right! just think of all the christmas gifts you could give your pals next year. we're all about the commercialization of the holiday!

damn broads! hiatus

the broads are taking a month off from playing shows to come up with all new material. we've gotten bored of playing the same nine songs show after show, and for those of you who have seen us on multiple occasions, well, we're assuming you're getting pretty sick of the same old songs, too. this is why we're taking the entire month of january to work on writing new material. so far it's not even january and we've got two new completed songs. bam! that's how you get things done, kids... watch and learn.

technically, "live in fear" is just "not like you", completely reworked. but we're considering it a new song because it doesn't sound much at all like "not like you" and we're actually proud of how this one sounds so we're making a big deal about it. yay, we're happy with our new angry religious ska song. woohoo! we're awesome... just kidding. we know we suck. but really, we are kinda proud of "live in fear" and cannot wait to debut it at our first show of the year (which, unless anything changes, will be saturday, february 12th at anna liffey's in new haven with the mcgunks and the main street suits. and what a good show that will be!)

WAR ON RELIGION

rid the world of evil, start a crusade

kill your peaceful neighbors and you’ll all be saved

listen to us, we’ll tell you what to do

follow our rules and we won’t kill you!

let’s start a war!

let’s start a war - war on religion!

allah leads to hate crimes, god leads to war

they're clinging to beliefs they've got no backing to support

the church has always fucked the progress of all humankind

they're thinking with their faith, well man, I'm thinking with my mind

let’s start a war!

let’s start a war - war on religion!

organized religion was meant to unite

now millions have been murdered in the name of what is right

social control, well we don’t need it anymore

fuck your world religions - this is all-out fucking war!

let’s start a war!

let’s start a war - war on religion!

LIVE IN FEAR

a socially accepted sect,
a cult authorities protect
the church taught you from a young age follow the rules and you'll be saved
everyone else will burn in hell,
you never asked how they can tell
but it's a steep price that you pay them to show you the way
they steal from the rich and poor,
there's no problem their god can't cure
keep passing that basket around
you think they're right, you stand your ground

you look to god 'cos there's no hope
without religion you can't cope
without their heaven in the sky you would be too afraid to die
you're the same as everyone else
you've got your faith, you've had your doubts
but rest-assured my brainwashed friend we'll all know in the end
what are the chances that you're right?
if no creator is in sight
your prayers will never make a sound
what goes around won't come around

how can they promise salvation?
a fact without a foundation
when it comes to judgement day all you can do is hope and pray
accept any truth you want now
it doesn't matter anyhow
the truth is you don't really know exactly how it goes
your donated dollars and cents
will make no fucking difference
they're telling you the end is near
you think they're right, so live in fear

THIS IS IT

hardened faces, hardened hearts
we all were fucked right from the start
no compassion found at home, you learned to make it on your own
we shield ourselves, we build up walls
we'll be alone for the long haul
'til one day someone comes around
and turns your whole world fucking upside down

whoa-oh-oh - don't you know?
this is what they're all talking about
whoa-oh-oh - don't you know?
this is, this is, this is fucking love!

i've found you, my love, and i'm never letting go
we've been apart two days now, and i miss you so
and i want you here right by me and i need you here beside me
'cos i'm cold and 'cos i'm fuckin' all alone
hey baby, i've found you, my love - i've found you and i'm never letting go

there's this one chance we've been given
in this one life we've been livin'
and you know that there's no heaven so you've gotta make it here
and you do not want to fuck this up
it's just one shot and then it's done

whoa-oh-oh - don't you know?
this is what they're all talking about
whoa-oh-oh - don't you know?
this is, this is, this is fucking love!

i've found you, my love, and i'm never letting go
we've been apart two days now, and i miss you so
and i want you here right by me and i need you here beside me
'cos i'm cold and 'cos i'm fuckin' all alone
hey baby, i've found you, my love - i've found you and i'm never letting go

every moment passed is fleeting
every life lived without meaning
this whole race is self-defeating from a realist's point of view
and you can't afford to fuck this up
you're just a thought and then you're gone

whoa-oh-oh - don't you know?
this is what they're all talking about
whoa-oh-oh - don't you know?
this is, this is, this is - this is fucking love!

WORK SUX, OH FUCK!

working nine to five in a shitty fucking job
it's a necessary evil and your life is being robbed
you know that no amount of money can repay you for your time
you're just a corporate commodity in their production line

but once you punch the clock you now your work day's fuckin' done
now you're kicking off your work boots and you're gonna have your fun
'cos all you need's the weekend, and all you need's your friends
yeah, a few six packs of beer you know that's how the night will end

you've been working every day now you wish you were on the dole
you've got society pressuring you to be responsible
the walls are caving in there's no way out that you can see
you're enslaved inside their system, they're insisting that you're free

but once you punch the clock you now your work day's fuckin' done
now you're kicking off your work boots and you're gonna have your fun
'cos all you need's the weekend, and all you need's your friends
yeah, a few six packs of beer you know that's how the night will end

WORK SUX - OH FUCK!

from day one you've been exposed to hardships, terrorists and lies
but you know none of that shit matters with your droogies by your side
'cos when your crew takes to the streets you own the fucking town
and you know nothing in this fucking world can bring you fucking down!

THE BALLAD OF DANNY VINYARD

life's too fucking short to be pissed off all the time
look back on everything it's just not worth it
you can blame society, you can blame who you want
but you won't get no answers if you ask the wrong questions

has anything you've done made your life better
or will you always stay here, just stuck in the gutters?
are you tired of what your life's become?
do you feel regret? have you learned your lesson?

well i'm just tired of being pissed
and i'm tired of being lost
i'll tell you what i've learned
hate is baggage

you're trying to remember how you ever bought that shit
the neo-nazi propaganda that brainwashed all the kids
the misguided youth that were living off their hate
were slowly destroying themselves and their friends

well it's an uphill battle and an uphill war
it's hard to let go of truths you've held for so long
but you must realize you've been choking down lies
and everyone knows danny dies in the end

well i'm just tired of being pissed
and i'm tired of being lost
i'll tell you what i've learned
hate is baggage

another kid gunned down in another act of violence
it's all around us there's no way to control it
another family torn apart right as the bullet hits his heart
oh sure he was no saint but did he really deserve this?

danny is dead, danny is dead, everyone knows danny dies in the end
danny is dead, danny is dead, everyone knows danny dies in the end
danny is dead, danny is dead, everyone knows danny dies in the end
danny is dead, danny is dead, everyone knows danny dies in the end!

FASHION PUNX FUCK OFF

punk and proud you're pissed off but know everything's okay
all you need's you beer, dope and a decent place to stay
you look at this society and nothing's out of place
you're more concerned with costumes than with making any change

you spike your hair, you stud your vest, you've got boots on your feet
the handbook says that makes you punk, you think that's very neat
you're trying to fit the stereotype just as best you can
when did conforming to a lie become your master plan?

it only took one "fuck you" to get everyone to fight
they destroyed what they hated, stood for what they knew was right
it didn't matter no one understood them at the time
and now you only follow them 'cos they were out of line

you start shit in suburbia, you terrorize the night
you wanna be the punkest so you're always starting fights
you try to be offensive but your efforts are in vain
this is a fucking way of life, it's not a fucking game

since when does what you wear define who you can be?
you've made a mockery of our scene!

trying to stand out instead of trying to stand tall
you can't speak your mind because you've got no mind at all
you bought into the fashion but you lost our point of view
you're looking down on everyone who doesn't look like you

RIGHT TO CHOOSE, RIGHT TO LOSE

the pacifistic preachers that are rotting on the shelves
only break out of their boxes when they know their shit will sell
and propaganda mongers sermonize impending war
always falsifying evidence to boost our tallied score

we're living in a world turned upside down (whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
they're seeking a messiah - yeah, we're fending for ourselves

they're spewing shit from ancient lips that crumble on the words
fully knowing that there is no hell in which they all should burn
robed and righteous singing lies to yearning, dying sheep
if we follow every fucking rule we'll reach "eternal peace"

we're living in a world turned upside down (whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
they blindly follow orders - yeah, you know we won't back down

the propaganda mongers moralize the right to choose
but the only right presented to us is our right to lose
every day we spend alive we lose our freedoms and our time
but if it's just a part of life it can't be deemed a fucking crime
they do not care about the world, the state, the kids, the scene
yeah, wealth corrupts and all they see is filthy gold and green!

we're ambushed by the media, told what to do and wear
never given time to stop and wonder if we really cared
corporations that strategically manipulate and scheme
keep the citizens in their control by chasing far-off dreams

we're living in a world turned upside down (x4)...

the propaganda mongers moralize the right to choose
but the only right presented to us is our right to lose
every day we spend alive we lose our freedoms and our time
but if it's just a part of life it can't be deemed a fucking crime

...right?!

ALL THE PUNKS SAY

grab yourself a forty and let's head out to the show
there's gonna be some punk band, who it is fuck if we know
they play the music loud down here in our underground
we're skanking to the rhythm and we're thrashing to the sound
there's unity in music and our music never dies
we're the blood inside its veins and through us it'll stay alive
we're unity in motion and you know we'll never cease
this feeling is invincible, us kids we are diseased

all the punks say, all the punks say, all the punks say: oi! oi! oi!
all the punks say, all the punks say, all the punks say: oi! oi! oi!

unity, oh unity
how could we be so cliche?
another punk song about unity
another punk song about unity!

his duct-taped 80's chevrolet is fucking packed inside
with the windows down we blast "the crowd" and shout or rebel cries
we're fifteen miles down with only twenty left to go
yeah, in the back we're drunk as fuck and ready for the show
you see heat rising up from cracking blacktop city streets
see buildings start to crumble and collapse to the concrete
there's nothing but the sweat of a hundred bodies packed below
yeah, here we are we've come so far - ready, raring to go

all the punks say, all the punks say, all the punks say: oi! oi! oi!
all the punks say, all the punks say, all the punks say: oi! oi! oi!

unity, oh unity
how could we be so cliche?
another punk song about unity
another punk song about unity!

your life is spinning wild to an unproductive end you'd always thought that you had meant something but it's time you think again but when that music's playing loud, when your grinders hit that floor, when you see that brotherhood you know you're part of something more... (oi! oi! oi! oi! oi! oi! .... oi!)

damn broads! lyrics

i was gonna try and post lyrics to our songs on a page on the "official" website (by the way, i don't know why i keep typing "official" website with the quotation marks like that, it is our official website... but somehow saying official website makes it seem too official) but the goddamn website wasn't working right. i seriously spent over forty minutes trying to get this "lyrics" page up and working and it just refused to cooperate. so instead of checking in the "help" section on the website creator i said, ehh, fuck it, i'll create a blogger account to post our lyrics. yeahhh, that's what i'll do. indeed! and indeed i did. and indeed i still am doing. oh god, my english teacher would be turning in his grave right now if he saw my grammar (and if he was dead and actually in a grave).

anyway, we wanted to post our lyrics because we realize that it's hard to understand what the fuck riley's singing when we're playing a show. and we also realize that sometimes it's hard to tell in the recordings what the fuck riley's singing. sometimes it's just easier to actually see the lyrics. so we were all like oh, we should post our lyrics somewhere. plus, we love it when you guys sing along at shows. some songs are kind of easy to figure out [ahem, "oi! oi! oi!"] and some aren't. so we're gonna post all the lyrics for those of you who wanna sing along. if you learn the lyrics and feel ballsy, then feel free to grab the mic from riley and sing 'em yourself. or sing 'em with her. whatever you want.

damn broads! on blogger

we're branching out. we've got a blogger account now. the broads are becoming technologically savvy. just kidding, we have no idea what we're doing on the internet half the time - we are just a bunch of broads after all. there are about a billion places you can find us online, all of which i'm about to list in this blog post right here. alright, here we go:

facebook. that's your best bet for keeping updated with and/or following the broads. most people have got facebook accounts now so if you've got one (and chances are you've got one, if you're a human that is) then just "like" us and you'll be kept informed of all the broads' business. if you don't have a facebook account then good for you. give yourself a pat on the back. you don't need no stinking social networking site dragging you down!

youtube. this is where you can find videos of us broads. so far we've only got three videos up, all from the summer (before we really started playing shows) but we're planning on putting up a shitload more while we're on our writing hiatus. we'll be putting up videos from shows, from practices, from when we're just fucking around and being the damn dumb broads that we are, you name it...

our "official" website. this one we're kind of proud of. it would look a lot cooler if it didn't have the little wix advertising logo everywhere but what can you do? it's a free site and for a free site it's pretty good. this is where you can find lists of our past shows, photos of the broads not published anywhere else, links to broads media and reviews, etc.

myspace. fuck myspace. it's too hard to navigate, it's practically one giant advertisement site, and whenever we try and log on one of our computers comes crashing down from some virus we picked up on the site. we're probably not going to update the myspace account very much anymore so really it's not your best bet to contact us, but if it's the only way you can get ahold of us then go for it.

blogger. we've obviously got one of these blogger accounts now. you're reading it as we speak. well, fine, we're not technically speaking right now, if you want to be literal like that... but you know what i mean. here's where you can find lyrics, photos, show listings, updates and more once we get to it. i'm gonna try and update this site as much as possible starting in the new year... because obviously everyone wants to hear about the happenings of the damn broads! am i right? yeah, i'm right...

email. if that's how you want to get in touch with the broads, then go right ahead. just a little warning in advance, though... we're not known for checking our email very regularly. we're actually pretty horrible at the whole checking-email thing that most people do. so if you write to us on there and don't get a response back for say a week, or a month, or a year... well, you can't say we didn't warn you that might happen.

so that's that. stay tuned for more updates and all that jazz. (and by jazz i don't mean literal jazz, obviously we're a punk band that plays punk music. grrrrr. see, that's angst right there. angsty punk music. disaffected youth. all that.) the end.