In Crime We Trust

by The Rackatees

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released 01 October 2011
Recorded at Austin Ranch Studios, Preston, KS - May 2011
Produced, mixed, and decimated by the Rackatees
All songs written and arranged by the Rackatees
Art Direction: The Rackatees

The Rackatees are:
Baby Rhino - Bass & Lead Vocals
The Schnozzle - Guitar & Backing Vocals
The Doc - Guitar & Backing Vocals
Lobster Craw - Drums & Backing Vocals

Make fun of us at: therackatees@gmail.com
For booking, contact: therackateesbooking@gmail.com

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The Rackatees are a four-piece punk band that hails from Lawrence, KS. As seasoned veterans of the Midwest’s dingy basement ... more scene, these battle-scarred warhorses play fiery, inebriated anthems inspired by regrettable decisions, various animal critters and their best pal T.J. The band’s EP “In Crime We Trust” is out now on their own Reach for the Sky Records. less

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Track Name: Midwestern Rebellion
(Verse 1)
May god have mercy because we won’t
Is that the mantra for which you’d be known?
You can count me out of your crusade
‘Cause I doubt your Jesus ever preached hate

(Chorus)
Where I was born, how I was raised
A minor part, doesn’t dictate
My beliefs, my relations to
Human beings just like me and you
These amber waves, these rolling hills
Much older than 6,000 years
Different colors, different names
Sisters, brothers bleed the same

(Verse 2)
I fail to comprehend this culture’s arrogance
I prefer to remain excluded because…

(Repeat Chorus)
Where I was born, how I was raised / A minor part, doesn’t dictate / My beliefs, my relations to / Human beings just like me and you / These amber waves, these rolling hills / Much older than 6,000 years / Different colors, different names / Sisters, brothers bleed the same
Track Name: The Fury
(Verse 1)
The needle dropped with a rise in complacency
Apathy murdered pressure right in front of me
This boiler once popped rivets like .223s
But now it's just a piece of iron bleeding out of steam
Wasn't there a reason?
A hero to celebrate?
A cause that we believed in enough to vindicate?

(Verse 2)
Covered contusions with linen and sorry states
Some call it comfort, I call this losing faith
My spirit fractures when the strong become the weak
Beg for a rapture when lions turn to sheep
Bring on the fumes so I can finally sleep
A greener field is growing deep within my dreams

(Bridge)
Don't close your eyes, you'll miss the best part
The protagonist saves the day and steals the audience's heart
Wouldn't it be lovely if life could turn out that way?
We could be our own heroes with our own villains to slay
Track Name: Evolution of the Spine
(Verse 1)
Are you ever sick of taking comfort
In knowing that most things can kill you quickly?
‘Cause I’m so burned out on all these blackouts
I use as substitute for empty feelings

(Chorus)
One day I swear I’ll grow a fucking spine
And the day after that I will be just fine
I’ll be the king of Phylum Chordata
Bend my head down to the spring and drink that water

(Verse 2)
With arms thrown back and face held up to the sky
I beg the sun for answers that have been denied
And just like the ancients, I’m going blind
As I wait on fire for a reply

(Bridge)
Next time I’ll be a lion for a day
And forsake a century as a sheep
I’ll die with a smile on my face
My last breath will be a rebel scream
Track Name: This Town Ain't Big Enough...
(Verse 1)
I don’t have the fingers, I don’t have the toes
To count how many times I’ve cried
Up to an empty sky and begged the stars themselves
To let this town dry up and die

(Chorus)
And now I realize the futility of what I said
In spite of all my wishful thinking
This town’s already fucking dead

(Verse 2)
All of my friends are packing up and leaving
And I want to do the same
But if I stay it’s only for one reason
To watch this place go up in flames

(Repeat Chorus)
And now I realize the futility of what I said
In spite of all my wishful thinking
This town’s already fucking dead

(Bridge)
This town is so fucking dead, I need another beer
Let’s burn down the police station, I hate everybody here
There’s somebody out there who doesn’t know my name
But I’m stuck here waiting, waiting for that flame
I’m waiting for that flame
Track Name: We Are the Fireflies
(Verse 1)
Careening through the setting of the sun
The battle was lost before it had begun
Determination fell prey to apathy
A portrait painted with the blood on his teeth
He fashioned fingers into little shovels
Skin fell away as he clawed through the rubble
In the sweetest light of day freedom kissed his face
Now he roams the void between time and space

(Verse 2)
We are the fireflies, sealed within a jar
Bioluminescence only takes us so far
We have the light to annihilate the dark
So burn hotter than the brightest fucking star
Track Name: Revisionism at It's Finest
(Verse 1)
Let’s burn a history book tonight
We’ll lay ourselves down by the fireside
There’s a muddy hole in my backyard with a shovel right next to it
I will give you just one chance to figure out what’s in it

(Chorus 1)
When your life ends, what will be your last thoughts?
Just regrets, or how hard you fought
To blaze a trail on your own?
This plane is going down, you better bail before it crashes

(Verse 2)
Tomorrow is a brand new day
The world is born anew and so are we
Written words are water weight
Especially when baring such contexts
As if we’re not worthy of textbook footnotes

(Chorus 2)
Your life’s a story
Is it worth reading?
Or a line of text on a page constantly repeating?
Let a flower bloom
Like a phoenix from the ashes
Track Name: Opiate of the Masses
(Verse 1)
When she was small she had an innocent dream
That she would one day be on the front cover of a magazine
That’s not the way it turned out
She got addicted to heroin
OD’d at twenty-three
It was a funeral with no attention
I think it rained that day

(Verse 2)
He burned his childhood memories of easy days in the sun
They were just pointless poetry
He’s gotta run that real world
Like a shark in a board room he’s got a republican card
He’ll drop a c-note in a Sunday plate
But not a cent to help a hungry man

(Bridge)
They say that god loves everyone the same
Well, I guess he shows it in a fucked up way
The best of us are dying down here in these gutters
While the worst of us are getting fat off of others
Compassion is a cornerstone of rational belief
But it’s drowned out by fucking apathy
How can you sit and bitch and say how much it sucks
When clearly you never gave a fuck?
What is your purpose?