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HARDER

by DFM

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1.
Why, why, why, why, why Why Why do I wake up pissed off Do you even get it Why do I have to force a smile I don't think you get it Because I've got better things to do Than sit around and try to talk to you Force a smile and fake a laugh You can just fuck my ass You people think I have no dreams That I'm stuck I wanna scream I'm better than this People give a shit About the things I do I want to move Cause I'm so sick of being stuck here
2.
That Kid 01:17
He's the grade A student With the Nike shoes Walking down this hall Like he owns the school He's got his muscles And he's got his chicks Probably even got a bigger dick You and your friends are standing by the lockers Wondering what makes his ass so fucking awesome You've got your boots and your funky hairdo Pretty sure people make fun of you To be completely honest I probably would to But the moral to the story is we are not so screwed So Put on your smile Your happy face You know high schools Just a fucked up place Fuck these teachers Fuck this school Fuck that asshole He's a tool Shave your head Dye your hair Go lez out I don't care Be real cool Be a dick It's highschool Who gives a shit He's smoking weed before school She's sucking his dick in the bathroom He's getting A's on all his tests I'm pretty sure he's getting a scholarship He's got no rust on his truck Even though his parents never gave a fuck All his friends are much cooler than you Although you used to be friends back in middleschool Straight edge Hard core Art fags What the fuck Punk is dead So what I'm just out here having fun You're goofy She's cool That dude's a fucking tool Skaters, surfers We're cooler than you Shut the fuck up
3.
Work 02:33
4.
DFM PSA 01:14
5.
Minor Dicks 01:23
This track is a re-work of one of our favorite Minor Threat songs titled 'Minor Threat' We're not the first and I hope we're not the last Cause I know we're all heading For that adult crash The time is so little the time belongs to us Why is everybody In such a fucking rush Make do with what you have Take what you can get Pay no mind to us We're just Dicks From Mars WE'RE JUST DICKS FROM MARS Early to finish I was late to start I might be an adult But I'm a dick at heart Go to college, be a man What's the fucking deal It's not how old I am It's how old I feel Take your time Try not to forget We never will We're just Dicks From Mars WE'RE JUST DICKS FROM MARS
6.
Tell Me 01:45
Tell me where your clothes are from Tell me about your brand new car Tell me about the soccer team Tell me who your friends are Tell me about the trophies Sitting on your bedroom shelf Tell me everything So I can kill myself No one gives a fuck Gives a fuck about you No one gives a fuck Gives a fuck about you No one gives a fucking shit Gives a shit about you No one gives a fuck Gives a fuck about you Tell me about the girls you fuck Tell me who sends you nudes Tell me about your awesome life Tell me all the cool shit you do Tell me about your family How you have a mom and dad Tell me everything So I can kill myself No one gives a fuck Gives a fuck about you No one gives a fuck Gives a fuck about you No one gives a fucking shit Gives a shit about you No one gives a fuck Gives a fuck about you
7.
Childhood 00:59
I remember when I was just a little boy I remember that very first day of school I just knew right then it wasn't for me When I walked into class all the kids laughed at my unbrushed hair I remember everything I remember I remember second grade That teacher was a bitch I forget her name, but I'll never forget The way she treated me like a dog The way she reminded me I'll never succeed I remember everything that bitch had to say about me And my friends I remember that summer before highschool When I discovered drugs and alcohol And all my friends had already gone When I lost my head Oh I remember I had no emotions No time for laughter or family The Dead Milkmen became my bible And Punk Rock the new religion Putting my head down was the only escape Didn't feel the need to create For just a bunch of morons to see And there's no possibility Of dropping out And I formed this awesome high school band And I met a lot of really cool people But some of them reminded me of high schoolers And that just wasn't really wasn't cool That's where I'm at now So I'm gonna end this stupid song
8.
Driving my car at 65 Don't you worry I'm doing fine Just finding a way to pass the time The first time I got high Throwing up in the bathroom stall Just find a way to picture it all Yeah man I'm starting to fall The first time I got high Getting chased at by the man He's yelling, screaming, gun in his hand I can't tell you how far I ran The first time I got high Accidentally stole a truck Four cops shot, good thing I ducked Guess I didn't know how to push my luck The first time I got high Accidentally ran over a kid Tires blew, I started to skid Cops chased me into a ditch The first time I got high Car blew up, got shot in the back Tried to run, got hit with a bat Guess I didn't know how to act The first time I got high
9.
Good times Bad times They were all good With you by my side But where'd you go when all the shit turned to hell x2 You said You were done waiting on me You said I don't really do what's best for me And it feels like You made me laugh You made me smile You made me love For a little while But where'd you go when all the shit turned to hell My future In the palm of your hands You said it was hard To be a part of my plans But where'd you go when all the shit turned to hell And it feels like

credits

released February 20, 2015

Guitar and Vocals - Drew Coats
Drums - Brandon Ballard

Thanks to our parents for not killing us.
Thanks to Patrick Hutchinson of 'Company of Ghosts' for recording and mastering us.
Thanks to Miller Hawkins for the original album picture shot on 35mm film, as part of the #CANeraMan project.
Thanks to all of Pensacola and all of our followers for supporting our message, movement, and passion.

All songs written by Dicks From Mars (minus the covers)
All music was recorded LIVE with no midi, no over dubs, no corny effects, and no plastic bullshit to make us sound better or worse.
Recording - Patrick Hutchinson
Mastering - Patrick Hutchinson and Brandon Ballard
Album Art - Miller Hawkins and Brandon Ballard

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Pensacola. FL. Hardcore Punk.
Always inclusive. Always accepting. Grover, Nate, Drew.

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