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Wanna sing along? Here are the words to all our songs to date. And now, on the recommendation of our attorneys, we have to say this:

All songs are written by J.P. Ribner, Jake Magnuson, Bob Noxious, and Andy Harris. Lyrics and music © 2024, Trauma Central Music. 
 

BROKEN-HEARTED ROMEO

© 2024, Trauma Central Music 

Shame, a burning thing to me
I lost my dignity
In high school
Girls were cruel
One called me a grasping jackal
The other one hid in the bathroom

Ain’t no giggolo
Just a broken-hearted Romeo

Ain’t no giggolo
Just a broken-hearted Romeo

Shame, my identity
Never lost my virginity
In high school
I was cruel
Just a little bastard
In the hallways and the classrooms

Ain’t no giggolo
Just a broken-hearted Romeo

Ain’t no giggolo
Just a broken-hearted Romeo

Shame, burned right into me
Never lost my virginity
In high school
I was cruel
Just a little bastard
In the hallways and the classrooms

Ain’t no giggolo
Just a broken-hearted Romeo

Ain’t no giggolo
Just a broken-hearted Romeo

And when it finally happened
I was 19 years old
How did I repay her?
By being mean, nasty, and cold

Cut-rate giggolo
Bargain basement Romeo

 

DEEP WATER

© 2024, Trauma Central Music 

I’m sinking down
Way, way down
I think I’m gonna drown
In deep water…

The tide rolls in, you can’t swim
Deep water
The tide rolls in, you can’t swim
Deep water

Swept up and out you go
Caught up in the undertow
You don’t know what lies below
Deep water

Mercy…

Takes you down, you might drown
Deep water
Takes you down, you might drown
Deep water
Swept out to sea
Swimmin’ here right next to me
Ain’t no place you wanna be
Deep water

The tide rolls in, you can’t swim
Deep water
The tide rolls in, you can’t swim
Deep water

Swept up and out you go
Caught up in the undertow
You don’t know what lies below
Deep water

 

FLINT, MICHIGAN(punk rock scene)

© 2024, Trauma Central Music 

Gotta new band
Gotta new sound
Pack my car and go downtown
Flint, Michigan
Flint, Michigan
I grew up in your punk rock scene
Didn’t get enough, know what I mean?

On at 10
Load in at 9
Outside, the Weather Ball shines
Flint, Michigan
Flint, Michigan
I grew up in your punk rock scene
Didn’t get enough, know what I mean?

I’m on the outside lookin’ in

But tonight, I’m gonna get my win…

I’m old,
But I feel great
Like I did back in ’88
Flint, Michigan
Flint, Michigan
I grew up in your punk rock scene
Didn’t get enough, know what I mean?

My friends said
It’s been too long
Drove an hour
Give me one more song
Flint, Michigan
Flint, Michigan
I grew up in your punk rock scene
Didn’t get enough, know what I mean?

Flint, Michigan
Flint, Michigan
Flint, Michigan
It’s you and me again
I came home
To have some fun
Now I gotta run
Say goodbye
To your native son
Flint, Michigan

LOST IN SPACE

© 2024, Trauma Central Music 

I float through this dimension
Cut off, adrift, in disgrace
Reach out to make some connection
I get pushed away… lost in space

When I’m faced with rejection
Disappear without a trace
No chance for redirection
I just drift away…

Lost in space (Whoa-oh-oh)
Lost in space (Oh-oh-oh)
Have no place
In the human race

Warning!

Warning!

Warning!

Warning!

Fall to earth, acceleration
It’s the end I must face
Burst in flames, incineration
Ashes drift away…

Lost in space (Whoa-oh-oh)

Lost in space (Oh-oh-oh)

Got no place
In this human race

Lost in space (Whoa-oh-oh)

Lost in space (Oh-oh-oh)

Got no place
In this human race

 

NO SEX, NO DRUGS, NO FUN

© 2024, Trauma Central Music 

Hear ye, elder statesmen
Of this crumbling nation
I ponder my potbelly
Amid my mid-life frustration
I joined the revolution
And just gave up my gun
No sex, no drugs, no fun

Come all ye faithful
To my self-destruction
Individuality
Now just mass consumption
I traded in my anarchy
For holidays in the sun
No sex, no drugs, and no fun

My regrets weigh a ton
Everything I did has come undone
My life is no fun
My life is no fun
My life is no fun
It’s just not fun

Hear ye, elder statesmen
Of this crumbling nation
I don’t have the wherewithal
I don’t have the station
I’m fleeing from my former self
Like an outlaw on the run
No sex, no drugs, and no fun

No sex, no drugs,
I’m a lazy slug

No sex, no drugs, and no fun 

PROJECTOR

© 2024, Trauma Central Music 

So you’re making a movie                    
A plot you know so well 
A damsel in distress 
And a demon from hell
You’ve told this so many times now
Your friends all believe
You speak with such conviction
So easy to deceive

Turn on the projector
Roll the flickering film
Set the lights down low                            
So we can let this horrorshow begin

The damsel loved the demon
She was seduced
When she let her guard down
It unleashed its abuse
The demon was so selfish
It always got its way 
Ignored the damsel’s feelings
And all she had to say

Turn on the projector
Roll the flickering film
Set the lights down low
So we can let this horrorshow begin

What you said about the demon
Every word was true
Now, here’s the plot twist
The demon is you…

Your friends loved your movie
It had them all in tears
Should I tell them the truth?
The one they don’t want to hear

Turn on the projector
Roll the flickering film
Set the lights down low
So we can let this horrorshow begin

Turn on the projector
Put it on the big screen
Let it run all night in black and white
For all the world to see

 

TRAUMA CENTRAL

© 2024, Trauma Central Music 

My inner child is wounded and scarred
Beaten, battered, bloodied and marred
I’m still trying to break these bars
At Trauma Central

That Hell house was my childhood home
Where the wounds stab straight to the bone
The only safe space was to be alone
At Trauma Central

Hello Mom, it’s your pride and joy
Your infantilized baby boy!
Hello Dad, whattya say?
It’s your loser son who you pushed away
Into a world that’s ruthless and cold
No skills to be brave and bold
They cut me down to size
And left me traumatized… again

My inner child is screaming in pain
From the wounds burned into my brain
I’m still trying to break these chains

At Trauma Central

WALLOWING

© 2024, Trauma Central Music 

I tried to tell you something,
You told me something, instead
Your words, a freight train
Crash into my head 
Yeah, you exposed my need
Now let the vampire feed…

Take a bite, it draws blood
You say I’m rolling in the mud
Take a bite, it draws blood
You say I’m rolling in the mud

When you told me something
I swear I saw you gloat
Caught you a few days later
I went for your throat
Because you
Exposed my need
Now let the vampire feed…

Take a bite, it draws blood
You say I’m rolling in the mud
Take a bite, it draws blood
You say I’m rolling in the mud

When you told me something
You made me feel so small
I’ll bet you don’t remember
All the words that I recall
Yeah, you exposed my need
Now let the vampire feed…

Take a bite, it draws blood
You say I’m rolling in the mud
Take a bite, it draws blood
You say I’m rolling in the mud

WASTED YOUTH?

© 2024, Trauma Central Music 

Go through life like a pinball
out of control
Knew I had to get away
Didn’t know where to go
Couldn’t see my options
I didn’t have a plan
I sat by as my life got out of hand

Searching for myself
while running from the truth
Was it all just wasted youth?

I got another chance
I thought I was strong
I did it my way
Everything went wrong
Familiar feelings
Burned me to the core
Brought me back to the place I’d been before

Searching for myself
While running from the truth
Was it all just wasted youth?

My mind is a time machine
It can’t change a thing
The past is set in stone
I crashed, I burned
But then I learned
I’d even say I’ve grown

All those years flew by
I’m closer to the end
Too old to live a lie
Too old to pretend
Gotta beat the clock
Back against the wall
This time I’m prepared
To face it all

I finally found myself
When I faced the truth
It was not a wasted youth
It was not a wasted youth

WILD WOMAN

© 2024, Trauma Central Music 

Woman, wild woman
Footloose and fancy-free
You’re shakin’, you ain’t fakin’
My eyes can see
That you can really move
Your body is so damn smooth
Woman, wild woman
C’mon and groove with me

Woman, wild woman
You said you’d feed my fire
Your heart is chillin’ and it’s killin’
The flames of my desire
How dare you be so bold
To put your love on hold 
Woman, wild woman
You’re a stone-cold liar

The gypsy lady told me 
This love won’t last
The cards done sold me
I gotta leave you fast

Woman, wild woman
You think I don’t know
You want me needin’, always pleadin’
I don’t stoop so low
I won’t crawl across your floor
Like a schoolboy beggin’ for more
Woman, wild woman
Out the door you go