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Hot Water Music
Hot Water Music


Background information
Origin Gainesville, Florida, USA
Genre(s) Punk Rock
Post-Hardcore
Years active 1993—present
Label(s) Epitaph Records
Doghouse Records
No Idea Records
Members
Jason Black
Chuck Ragan
Chris Wollard
George Rebelo



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Hot Water Music Album


Fuel for the Hate Game (1997)
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i never wondered i never bothered i never cared what i wanted to be about i have more truth than lies to me (always wonder how to walk away) show me and help me fight it i can't see to break this the bottle it rests if my hand who's gonna learn to break this who'll start the riots who's gonna break it down i never wondered i never bothered i take the day i'm severed and build what can be built on it i have more truth than lies to me (always wondered how we fell this way) this makes me whole this makes me whole (charge the body)


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raise your voice in swells rind your meanings then use your signs inside to relive again no point in back on what you're holding no matter it be shit or it be golden foundations shift there shifting they're still shifting we set up our falls hold on tight to your fears cause that's your hatred and that's your love as well learn to use your fears as a fuel as an engine to get you where you need to be i must always remember there's no point to surrender i shift


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can you sing me a song about digging
oh i can sing while i'm breaking my back
can you tell me how you get out of hell one limb at a time
can you take it back home i can't last another day in the hole
i will
can you tell me how
just what are you you working for
can you sign me the song of your lifetime
i'll sing for my family as hard as i sing for you
stay in the hole as long as your father stayed in
till i can't breathe a breath
what's the going rate on industrial slavery these days
who knows it pays with the walls caving in on you

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look around then look down are you rising up or are you stagnant break free from your boundaries hold back for nothing cutlooose separation and find what's real you fly high so you think but i see you: falling sinking i'll align what's correct in the eyes may not always be right know your story break free from the bullshit hold back for nothing cutloose assumption:


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driving all night and now your finally back again tell me where you've been southbound gotta get back home you're in town a couple days lets get on our way gonna raise some hell arm and arm we'll break the take down gonna fill myself will all my friends cause these are our nights to run through this again drinking all night and now it's time to wind down talk about what we found you only got until Friday to make it to Washington state tomorrow morning you'll but we'll be here and we'll be waiting i can't wait but i'm still waiting for the next embrace just like the last one walks and talks of friendship that's neverending and stories of his trade arm and arm we'll break the takedown like we did in these days that keep us rolling he's never really leaving he's just rolling when we watch him drive away:go


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run motor run the motor run spinning rotation the spinning rotation and finding the rhythms the motion the aspirin you could wake me up with silence and i could lose all control cause i said that i can't that i'd stay and i'd never change i had the rock but i lost it it's broken and i spent everything i had and i gave everything i could to you and i left myself with nothing but a burning mess i'm broken on the inside so turn the crack-down on me i can't sleep alone (it's all right) it just don't feel right anymore (i'll get by) it's myself that i've lost track of now (if i have to i'll fight) it's inside so turn the crack-down grind my teeth say a prayer breathe as deep as i can cause i need air i can't dissolve control where does this fit in with anything and what's changing don't figure the outcome there's no sure pinpointing i know that i'm not in defense of admitting defeat i feel that there's nowhere to go and that's the problem are you friend or foe


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i'll stand and push forward with outing hands and clear lines and i'll figure some definition i'm spent but still building out the words drawn the lines now you're sending me around again i've seen better days still i'll hold my ways what i don't need i won't take wide eyed different view stationed and seeing use cause it works for me that way i let it out don't know if it's true it's what i see and i'm just letting it shine cause you're missing all the energy you're nothing and mean nothing at all instead your legs should be standing up instead of folding your hands you should be giving them out instead of turning your back you should be showing your face why do you walk away


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let it go son you're not a violent one you're speaking words that are speaking like you're ten foot tall i don't blame you what else have you to do when your life exists of covering up your own self truths it's down to nothing so come around to my front door and face me you're at a loss for words rock singer if it fills you up bring it on how do you sleep with yourself do you feel the hatred open up some you'll find the difference from mouthing off and shooting off your guns that are filled with blanks why do you scrape this you're digging without a tool you wish you had a line cover up your lack of truth you said it feel that it's authority think it's a priority


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we've seen three roads before watching the states through the windows makes me feel all the more when there's a purpose that can make me sure i'll show my glory in time as we spread this truth i'll take your glory feed till i'm full so i can give you more never thought my dreams would soar at least as high as they're soaring makes me feel all the more now that i've broken free and i'm living it through what more could i need when i'm with my friends i'm not ejecting


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proceed to find my eyes so i can recognize a will of strength a will of truth and solemn meaning pocket shaved eye if i could show that i could hold up my head up high you would that this moves me (this sparks me) so i will show that i can hold my head up high so we can get moving this engine's burning on come time when it's you and i and all that's left is our pride face to face and in our faces is the distinction this engine's burning on and my friends to take me back where we begin through evolution and to where we end so educate slowly to forget where do you link it how do you link it


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2:30 is lucky its late i'm still thirsty the band is still playing we're amped and still waiting lots of talk lots of plans lots of everything (still waiting) lots of people letting politics control the scene...and who's listening it's time to take our place lock ourselves stand together accept the other face load ourselves we can't break this we're not done yet i can see a stand if we learn how to know how to let it go feels good connecting with the union all singing full hearted frustrated but backed up by my friends gotta try gotta fight gotta never quit your're forgetting why we're here and what we're fighting for and who's listening LOCK ON


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