Biography:
Direct Hit is a pop punk band from Milwaukee, WI. Beginning in 2008, they released a series of EPs through their bandcamp, from which a full-length, "Domesplitter," was eventually compiled in 2011. Direct Hit's second full-length, "Brainless God," was released in September 2013 on Red Scare Industries. Most recently, the band signed to Fat Wreck Chords for the release of their third album, "Wasted Mind."
Between 2010 and 2012, the band also contributed songs to split EPs shared with Mixtapes
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Other songs:
- A Message For The Angels Part Ii
- A Message For The Angels Pt I
- Another Dimension
- Artificial Confidence
- Back To The Tower
- Bad Answer
- Bank Of Elevators
- Bleach Music
- Bliss Addiction
- Boredom Addict
- Brain Surgery
- Brainless God
- Buried Alive
- Buy Me A Drink
- Captain Asshole
- Chemical Ability
- Choke
- Different Universe
- Disassemble
- Do The Sick
- Domesplitter
- Failed Invasion Acoustic
- First Train Out
- Forced To Sleep
- Getting What He Asked For
- Heaven Is A Black Hole
- Home To You
- Hospital For Heroes
- I Told You A Lie
- In Orbit
- Kingdom Come
- Life In Hell
- Living Dead
- Losing Faith
- Mom And Dad
- Monster In The Closet
- More Of The Same
- Mutant Drunk
- On And On
- Perfect Black
- Promised Land
- Satan Says
- Snickers Or Reeses
- Something We Wont Talk About
- The Problem
- The World Is Ending No One Cares
- They Came For Me
- Through The Windshield Holding Hands
- Villain Alcoholic
- Was It The Acid
- We Are Alone
- Welcome To Heaven
- Were Fucked
- Werewolf Shame
- White Robes
- You And I Are Nothing But Lies
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[Intro]
N.C.
[Verse]
N.C.
I got a feeling that I can't let go
N.C.
All the parasites I can't get rid of, I know
N.C.
Using bleach'll work, I'll go real slow
G
Just pour a bit out on the grout, so white it'll glow
G
Before I knew I'd spend a day, hands and knees all bleeding on the floor in the same way
G D
Everyone who see me thinks that I'm insane but they're the kind who just distract me from the game I play
[Chorus]
C G
And I won't stop living til I'm dead
C D
Observation and complaining make me fucked up in the head
C G A D
Oh you know they're my hours and they're not yours to spend?
[Verse]
G
My condition keeps you up at night
G
Just a minute, if you can't wait, turn out the light
G G D
Got some work to do, not done til it's right by a standard that I set that most consider too high
G G
I've a question you can't answer too: Explain what makes your method better? What makes me a fool?
G G D
Everyone who see me thinks that I'm insane, I guess I just expect from you the same
[Chorus]
C G
And I won't stop living til I'm dead
C D
Observation and complaining make me fucked up in the head
C G A D
Oh you know they're my hours and they're not yours to spend?
[Bridge]
C
There's an image in our head that we need made real
G C
And we'll clean pick skin til we can't quite feel the burned, raw wounds from the cleaning we've done
G
Acid tends to fucking do that when it's poured on someone
C G
Excellence is best gained through your toil and pain, not a whole lot anyone can say about it anyways
A D
Clean and new's the mean, and you are seen as who's to blame
G
[Verse]
G
I got a feeling I'm already in hell
G
All the parasites are under my skin I can tell
G
Using bleach'll work, I'll go real slow
G
Just pour a bit til they crawl out, white as the snow
G
Before I knew I'd spend a day on hands and knees, all bleeding on the floor in the same way
G F#
Everyone who sees it knows that I'm insane And I apologize I'm too distracted by the game I play
[Bridge]
C
There's an image in our head that we need made real
G C
And we'll clean pick skin til we can't quite feel the burned, raw wounds from the cleaning we've done
G
Acid tends to fucking do that when it's poured on someone
C G
Excellence is best gained through your toil and pain, not a whole lot anyone can say about it anyways
A D
Clean and new's the mean, and you are seen as who's to blame
[Chorus]
C G
And I won't stop living til I'm dead
C D
Observation and complaining make me fucked up in the head
C G A D
Oh you know they're my hours and they're not yours to spend?
G
N.C.
[Verse]
N.C.
I got a feeling that I can't let go
N.C.
All the parasites I can't get rid of, I know
N.C.
Using bleach'll work, I'll go real slow
G
Just pour a bit out on the grout, so white it'll glow
G
Before I knew I'd spend a day, hands and knees all bleeding on the floor in the same way
G D
Everyone who see me thinks that I'm insane but they're the kind who just distract me from the game I play
[Chorus]
C G
And I won't stop living til I'm dead
C D
Observation and complaining make me fucked up in the head
C G A D
Oh you know they're my hours and they're not yours to spend?
[Verse]
G
My condition keeps you up at night
G
Just a minute, if you can't wait, turn out the light
G G D
Got some work to do, not done til it's right by a standard that I set that most consider too high
G G
I've a question you can't answer too: Explain what makes your method better? What makes me a fool?
G G D
Everyone who see me thinks that I'm insane, I guess I just expect from you the same
[Chorus]
C G
And I won't stop living til I'm dead
C D
Observation and complaining make me fucked up in the head
C G A D
Oh you know they're my hours and they're not yours to spend?
[Bridge]
C
There's an image in our head that we need made real
G C
And we'll clean pick skin til we can't quite feel the burned, raw wounds from the cleaning we've done
G
Acid tends to fucking do that when it's poured on someone
C G
Excellence is best gained through your toil and pain, not a whole lot anyone can say about it anyways
A D
Clean and new's the mean, and you are seen as who's to blame
G
[Verse]
G
I got a feeling I'm already in hell
G
All the parasites are under my skin I can tell
G
Using bleach'll work, I'll go real slow
G
Just pour a bit til they crawl out, white as the snow
G
Before I knew I'd spend a day on hands and knees, all bleeding on the floor in the same way
G F#
Everyone who sees it knows that I'm insane And I apologize I'm too distracted by the game I play
[Bridge]
C
There's an image in our head that we need made real
G C
And we'll clean pick skin til we can't quite feel the burned, raw wounds from the cleaning we've done
G
Acid tends to fucking do that when it's poured on someone
C G
Excellence is best gained through your toil and pain, not a whole lot anyone can say about it anyways
A D
Clean and new's the mean, and you are seen as who's to blame
[Chorus]
C G
And I won't stop living til I'm dead
C D
Observation and complaining make me fucked up in the head
C G A D
Oh you know they're my hours and they're not yours to spend?
G
Dirk Michaelis
Dirk Powell
Dirk Quitschau
Dirk Witte
Dirlewanger
Disagree
Disappear Fear
Discharge
Disciples
Discipline