Fourth Floor

by Mouth Washington

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released December 3, 2017

Zach Hansen: Drums and Vocals
Max Hansen: Vocals, Guitar and Visuals
Will Held: Guitar and Vocals
Ian Gierhan: Bass

Produced by Mouth Washington
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Ron Harrity

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Track Name: New Slate
I just ran into a new outmate
says he's been needing a new slate
because he can't clean his own on his own
says for the old one it's just too late

I just ran into a brand new outpatient
if you're asking me maybe he should still be in it
because he can't clean his own on his own
I don't think that the world is ready for this

I can't clean my own on my own
I don't know what the fuck to do with it
I can't clean my own on my own
I know that I'm not deserving of it

I ran into you on the fourth floor in the fourth cooridor
and your second eye was shut and it was black and it looked sore
I didn't say shit I just held the door
In the back of my head I hope you don't deserve it I hope you deserve more

I can't clean my own on my own
I don't know if I know it
I can't clean my own on my own
I don't know what the fuck to do with it
I can't clean my own on my own
I know

I had a vision of a head on collision
when I came to the other pieces are missing
I had a vision of a head on collison
when I came to you were missing
Track Name: Terminal
it hit the bridge of my nose
I went crossed eyed just to watch it roll
it finally dropped just to land on a stone
so I picked it up and I swallowed it whole
now I know I reap what I sow
just one drop that I ain't letting go
what it took from me tenfold I stole
Its a better way to go now ill lay low

dropped the blow in the white snow
broke four holes through four windows
Track Name: Avia
my cord it was cut
I ransack
all while ac/d
c's highway to hell
you push me I go
to the back of my skull
in my minds where you'll find
a highway to hell

avia
outside my bedroom window
avia
across my bleached white pillow
avia
upside my right temple
avia

my cord it got cut
i ransack
all while ac/dc
highway to hell
push me I'll go
to the back of my skull
in my minds where i find over again
a highway to hell

avia
outside my bedroom window
avia
across my bleached white pillow
avia
upside my right temple
avia

over the golden
over the golden gate
right over
over and off of it
over the golden gates
to see another set of them
Track Name: Blue Room
in a blue room
with a white door
I sit on my feet
and I stare at the floor
and I brush my teeth

I wish I could read
I wish I had one single cd
I'll have to make up my own songs
Make them up as I go along
sing them all day long
make them up as I go singing
"what the fuck do you know about any of this?"

I'm attracted to the bar
so i kiss my bottle
then lean into the lender
to talk about a serial killer
and what he'd done
can you imagine?
even one of the things that he'd done?

now there's bags in my eyes
and I have crows at my feet
after twelve long years
I'm admitting defeat
I got bags in my eyes
and i crow at my feet
add another fifteen years
all of this is complete
Track Name: Payphone
There never was a pay phone
There never was a pay phone I would’ve known

I use to rack shit from best buy like all the time
When I’d leave I’d always stay on my eye
Could he do it all in two minutes time
Could he go on living leaving Hay behind

There never was a pay phone
There never was a pay phone cause I would’ve known

I know it’s not the most obvious place to stop and piss
I walked a little too far in the woods and couldn’t miss
I saw a few of your fingers your hair the top of your face
I saw you laid out in your shallow grave

Then I found a pay phone
Then I found a pay phone told them what I know

If I ever go toe to toe and react too slow
If I ever lose ground and give in to the hounds
I’m sure this is all and it’s slowly happening
Because these bones just cannot hold
Track Name: Santa Ana
I’m just sitting here pissed you fucked up my tv time
I was here at six o’clock on channel three I was just in time
I’m just sitting here pissed you fucked up my tv time


Santa Ana winds
It’s not my luck that I’m pressing
Santa ana winds
Not no fortune read blessing

I come home to a motorcycle in my kitchen
I start looking around I start noticing everybody itching
I come home to macaroni all over my floor

Santa Ana winds
Blown over now missing
Santa ana winds
Now it knows when you’re itching

Dinners at the front door
Dinners on the front lawn
Probably from the Santa Ana winds
Kind of love you can’t stand
Blows away with the Santa Ana wind
Track Name: New Low
I cashed out
Through a glass shelf
At Catholic Charities

I shake and I seize
Waiting for somebody
Or anyone to help me

Soccer mom fed
Me her children’s
Cookies

She brought me to Maine Med
I sat and then I said
Absolutely Nothing

That wasn’t a new low
This can’t be a new low
Not for me
But it’s forming

This still no new low
Come down see how low it goes

As high as I am this is a new low
Track Name: No Name
I got parole 1942 because 1938 I went down on you
Now my kids trying to know his mother
Can’t tell you if he’s Walker or William either which way you’re never going to meet him
Now my kids trying to have a father
It was the wild west of Charlestown where me and my brother we all went down
Now my kid gets his care from fosters
Track Name: No Idea
Reuben was the oldest
My favorite was Ruth
Worried what my mom might think
Worried what my dad could do
If they knew I was skipping school
If they knew I was sniffing glue
If they had any idea what I would go on to do
They didn’t have a clue

They had no idea
What I’d go on to do
No idea
Neither did you
No Idea
What I’m about to do
No Idea

When my cousin Miguel first got home
He lit a joint right in the middle of the road
From his right front pocket he pulled out a photo
He has a little girl’s head in his hand
I know at the time I just didn’t understand
Is that what it took him to become a man
At the the time I guess I didn’t know
Why he’d have her head in his hand

I had no idea
What he’d go on and do
No Idea
His wife too
No Idea
What he’s about to do
Track Name: Radiation
I’m the runt of the litter
Ruth and mommy’s pretty little baby
If I’m ever gonna get bigger if I ever feel a little better
I’ll be daddy’s ‘nother mouth to feed

Radiation is here
You can tell just by looking at us
Joseph can’t walk
Me, I still don’t wanna talk to none of them

When Miguel first got home
After two tours and four medals he goes full metal
It was when I considered him my hero
At the time though I didn’t know

There was radiation over there
If I was there I bet I could tell just by looking at them
Maybe we’ll reconsider
What we do overseas what we do right here to our own families in our own country

What do I do with my own
How do I take care of my own again?

What was it for
When we were four
Your head hit the floor
It still hurts
Track Name: Godfather
“I got this” he told me
When I feared for his safety
That’s the kind of man he was
How tough he thought he was
When he was here with us

I got this overwhelming
Feeling as if I’m guilty
That’s the kind of woman I’m not
I’ll never turn my back on my family without giving one thought

It’s not because
Of what once was

What he wanted from me
Was to be what he himself he couldn’t be
I’ve got the honors of explaining to your daughters
What kind of man you were when you were here
Denial ain’t such a bad word it all depends on which way it’s heard
And I can hear it crystal clear standing right here
You’ll decide which way you go
The other road will be the road I chose
It was nice to know
it was nice to get to know
Track Name: Muerte
In front of this single white candle I’ll pray
In front of this single white candle I’ll bow my head and I’ll say it should
Be Satan who is to die and now I’m certain tonight Richard for you I’ll cry because

Muerte
It’s got one on me
Muerte

It’s like a ripple in a puddle from a stone that I cast
My friends and family want to look at me and talk to me as if I’m living in the past I’m not
Even my little girl says she knows why the bad man did what he did and I still don’t
She walks around uninterested and aimless now she’s an aimless kid because

Muerte
It’s got a few on you
Muerte

I don’t know why you told me this
Now I’ve got to live with it
It’s a pretty good secret
Now I guess I gotta keep it
Track Name: The River
This rattler it bit me
Not just me my wife she’s my only living family
This inferno started to claim me
Not just me my two best friends made the trip from Tallahassee
I know you dropped it my coffee
You stupid mother fucker the jokes on you I still would’ve drank that if I knew it was liquid nicotine
But still your razor wire it cuts me
Under my chin my heads in the woods when my little boy finally finds me

The river it takes me
I rode down with my sister Marylee
There’s a fall around the bend
Next weeks my wedding my honeymoon
Today is the end

It’s good to see you again
I think the last time was my baptism
You don’t remember that do you Quinn? Making that fools errand?
The river flows through your fingers today a lot like then
You’re trying to do God’s work for him
But he’s so busy I’ll tell you exactly where he’s been
Doing the devil’s work for him again
He’s killing us all and leaving zero for Satan

Undertow it takes me
Just for doing my civic duty
There’s a fall around the bend
I was looking forward to the ride home but right now is the end
Always the end over and over again
Track Name: Six Weeks
Six long
I haven’t stopped drinking
After six long months
I realized this shit doesn’t sink in
I want to tell you I love you and I miss you
Or remind you to cut the shit before it cuts you
We all know better than to feel a certain way
Sure I know better but today it is the day

Life's not a basketball game
Our lives are not no gallon of ice cream

I made it this far
Without regretting one thing I’ve done or shit I’ve seen
I made it this far
Through 2017
Where everyone is laying down where they use to stand
When everything was going according to plan

Life’s not a basketball game
Our lives are not no gallon of ice cream

The reality of it all
There's going to be worse new to offer you
There will always be misfortune
So take each breath with gratitude
When I reached the fourth floor
Where I'm not in control anymore
This four is my fate and it's showing how to open the next door

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