Minimum Effort, Minimum Results

by Hot Cops

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Practice room demos, recorded on a phone, fuck you.

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released December 31, 2014

Danny: Vocals/Drums
James: Vocals/Guitar

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Hot Cops Northampton, UK

Idiots angry at pricks.

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Track Name: Crappy Days
Again and again, day after day,
Spent the whole week just waiting for the end,
Trapped in this job, this way of life,
Smoke, grind, drink and thrash!

Crappy days, smoke and grindcore,
Happy days, drink and thrash!

We’re built for speed, and we live for the smash.
Surviving on blastbeats, weed and buckfast.
DIY or die, live to go fast,
Smoke, grind, drink and thrash!
Track Name: Sharing's Not Caring
Filter the bullshit, brain to mouth,
Review your life while looking at the floor.

No one cares about your shit,
You're acting like a fucking prick

Throw your toys out of the pram
Just make sure that everybody knows,
Your petty problems always front page news

You just can't take it anymore
Just make sure that everybody knows
Your petty problems always front page news
Track Name: Climbing For Dollars
Our demo CD cost us nearly a grand,
We’ve not even played our debut show,
It’s all cut and paste ‘cos we can’t do it live,
But our stage moves are all well rehearsed.

Check out our new music video (woah-oh)
We’ll make it big one day.

We paid for our song on a magazine CD,
Look we are on track seventeen!
We paid to be on this forgotten band’s tour,
Look we are on just after doors...

Check out our new music video (woah-oh)
We’ll make it big one day (our manager says)
We have a cool promo photo (woah-oh)
Yeah we’re a pretty big deal (check out our weekend long tour)

Metal to the masses, battle of the bands
Please vote for us, please vote for us.
We’ll show you our new song if we get a hundred likes,
Please vote for us, please vote for us.
Track Name: Shameful Self Promotion
Where’s our petrol money?
Where’s our vegan curry?
Where’s the crowd you said?
Where’s the cymbal stands?

You dragged us here to fuck us about
Your mate’s band is still playing their shit fucking riffs
Not said two words to us all night
But determined to claim you ‘support the scene’

Four hours home
You just fuck off
Weaken the world
With your shit attitude

Fuck off!
Fuck off!
Fuck off!
Prick!
Track Name: I Wish I Was Dead
Fueled by a hate over nothing at all,
Just shit bedroom riffing and angst.
Chasing an image 15 years out of date,
Clown-faced camoflage prats.

I wish I was dead, wish I was dead, wish I was dead.

My band is the best, we headline the shows,
Our drum rack is second to none.
We’ll turn up late, go home once we’ve played,
Got work in the morning you know.

A hundred guitars all in pointy shapes,
I wish I was Dimebag or Max,
My dorian scale is totally tight,
But my riffs they all fucking suck.

I wish I was dead, wish I was dead.
I wish I was dead, wish I was dead, wish I was dead.
Track Name: Scum and Villainy
Right wing ballbags, fascist bully boys
Polishing their skinheads.
Used to be an alright haunt,
but now I wouldn’t be caught dead.

Shitty fucking metal, shitty fucking politics,
Scum and villainy

Right wing ballbags, fascist bullyboys,
Polishing motorbikes.
That band sounds like Lamb Of God,
Everything's gone to shit.
Recycled rock and karaoke,
Blood & honour oi oi dicks,
Nothing personal you understand,
We just don’t like right-wing pricks.

Scum and villainy.
Track Name: Old Green Bottle
I went to the doctor, 'cause I was unwell
He said "my boy, you're all shot to hell
I'll write a prescription for sweet tonic wine,"
an hour later, everything's fine.

Old green bottle, she's done me in
Sweet fifteen, a right state I'm in.
I've drunk it all day, and I've drunk it all night.
Old green bottle, light up my life.

Pick me up, make me sick.
Up when I'm down, then down in a ditch.
Break my heart, come back for more,
That yellow dress, knocks me to the floor.

Old green bottle, she's done me in
Sweet fifteen, a right state I'm in.
I've drunk it all day, and I've drunk it all night.
Old green bottle, light up my life.

I am in prison
The light never shines
I can't see my bottle
So dark is the night.

Old green bottle, she's done me in
Sweet fifteen, a right state I'm in.
I've drunk it all day, and I've drunk it all night.
Old green bottle, light up my life.
Track Name: The Fairy Tale of Bridge St
Gorillas in the mist, bashing people for no reason
Pissed on Spectra, piss-stained jeans
Just. Fuck. Off.

It’s the beginning of the end if the knuckle-draggers win

Low forehead
Shit for brains
Stink of puke
Staggering

Judgement has been passed
You’ll get what you deserve

It’s the beginning of the end if the knuckle-draggers win

They can never win
Track Name: Hanged and Banged
I cannot see, the light burns my eyes
I cannot live, sold my soul to the bar last night.

Banging my head to some crucial thrash
Two bottles of bucky and I’m feeling fine.
Back at home monging to some heavy doom,
Oh fuck no what have I done.

Hangover bangover!
I can’t live no more.
Hangover bangover!
I can’t live

Falling asleep with a mouthful of crisps
I’m hanged and banged.
Can’t turn my head to the right or the left
I’m hanged and banged.

I can’t live.
Track Name: Grief Thief
Made up propaganda, falsified accounts
Gather up the gullible, perpetuate the lies

Likes equal prayers, a click to show you care

Think that pictures show the truth, choose what to believe
Facts and figures cloud your judgement, make sure they succeed

Likes equal prayers, click to show you care
Don't care if it's real, just show them that you feel
Track Name: Die In A Fire
Who cares if you wrote new riffs,
I’d do better with no hands
I just took a shit on your dreams
I’m the king of all you dicks

Die in a fire
Die

You’re a stain on humanity
Track Name: Goodbye Cruel World
Rumbling death
Punk messiah
The choice of our generation
Fight to be free

Play it faster, do it again
Play it louder, leap from the stage

Headbanging freaks
Legacy eternal
Goodbye to the cruelest world
Live again

Play it faster, do it again
Play it louder, leap from the stage