HARDER

by DFM

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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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Track Name: Sick of Being Here
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
Track Name: That Kid
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
Track Name: Minor Dicks
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
Track Name: Tell Me
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
Track Name: Childhood
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
Track Name: First Time I Got High
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
Track Name: It Feels Like
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