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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Riff 1 is just some movable octave chords:
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G|7----9---11--14-----7----9---11--14---------------|
D|x----x---x---x------x----x---x---x----------------|
A|5----7---9---12-----5----7---9---12---------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|
[Verse]
D A
He's got a carcass in the basement
G
And it's high time he found a replacement
D
It'll be just
A G
like a first date, but better
D A
It's the farthest that he's been from
G
A careful process for a quick completion
D
Cause the bomb's just
A G
a couple clicks from his suburb
[Interlude]
D
[Verse]
D
So he doesn't have to please her
G
Just apply a kitchen towel soaked with ether
D
And sit her upright
A G
in the last car she'll ride in
D A
Drag her inside bound with duct tape
G
Under his arm, like a baby or a pound cake
D
Set the knives out
A G
put the IV inside her
Em
It's gone on and on and on and on
G A
and on and on and on
[Chorus]
D
But he's dried out his eyes, as he's buried alive
D
All the girls that he's met every season
G
Keeps a book, photographs, his victims in tact
G
So he can have a memory of it all
D
But the world's bound to end in a minute or ten
D
He knows routine's nothing but a shadow
G
And pasted shots of his kills are pointless frills
A
oh no
D
Because the bomb's just
A G
a couple clicks from his suburb
D
Oh!
[Verse]
D
It's his last night
A
so he slows down
G
Takes a breath, doesn't have to sweat the cops now
D
But the practice
A G
is soon to leave him exhausted
D A
And when he wakes up she's above him
G
Saying "Baby, let's go out enjoy the sunset -
D
It's the last time
A G
that we'll get to enjoy it
Em
And it's the farthest
G
that we've been from
D
A careful process for a quick completion
Em
Because the bomb's just
G Riff 1
a couple clicks from our suburb
Em
It's not atrocious
G
we'll be sleeping
D
And the universe of course will end up weeping
A
On the staircase in the corner. So, sorry
A
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
D A
So the carcass in the basement
G
Became a whole lot more than a replacement
D
It became just
A G
like a first date, but better
[Chorus]
D
So he dries out his eyes, as he buries alive
D
This doomed world that has seen its last season
G
And the book, photographs, his victims in tact
G
Won't leave a single memory of it all
D
Cause the world sees the end in a minute or ten
D
And the routine's just a fucking shadow
G
And all his shots of his kills
A D A G
were pointless frills, oh no
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|7----9---11--14-----7----9---11--14---------------|
D|x----x---x---x------x----x---x---x----------------|
A|5----7---9---12-----5----7---9---12---------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|
[Verse]
D A
He's got a carcass in the basement
G
And it's high time he found a replacement
D
It'll be just
A G
like a first date, but better
D A
It's the farthest that he's been from
G
A careful process for a quick completion
D
Cause the bomb's just
A G
a couple clicks from his suburb
[Interlude]
D
[Verse]
D
So he doesn't have to please her
G
Just apply a kitchen towel soaked with ether
D
And sit her upright
A G
in the last car she'll ride in
D A
Drag her inside bound with duct tape
G
Under his arm, like a baby or a pound cake
D
Set the knives out
A G
put the IV inside her
Em
It's gone on and on and on and on
G A
and on and on and on
[Chorus]
D
But he's dried out his eyes, as he's buried alive
D
All the girls that he's met every season
G
Keeps a book, photographs, his victims in tact
G
So he can have a memory of it all
D
But the world's bound to end in a minute or ten
D
He knows routine's nothing but a shadow
G
And pasted shots of his kills are pointless frills
A
oh no
D
Because the bomb's just
A G
a couple clicks from his suburb
D
Oh!
[Verse]
D
It's his last night
A
so he slows down
G
Takes a breath, doesn't have to sweat the cops now
D
But the practice
A G
is soon to leave him exhausted
D A
And when he wakes up she's above him
G
Saying "Baby, let's go out enjoy the sunset -
D
It's the last time
A G
that we'll get to enjoy it
Em
And it's the farthest
G
that we've been from
D
A careful process for a quick completion
Em
Because the bomb's just
G Riff 1
a couple clicks from our suburb
Em
It's not atrocious
G
we'll be sleeping
D
And the universe of course will end up weeping
A
On the staircase in the corner. So, sorry
A
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
D A
So the carcass in the basement
G
Became a whole lot more than a replacement
D
It became just
A G
like a first date, but better
[Chorus]
D
So he dries out his eyes, as he buries alive
D
This doomed world that has seen its last season
G
And the book, photographs, his victims in tact
G
Won't leave a single memory of it all
D
Cause the world sees the end in a minute or ten
D
And the routine's just a fucking shadow
G
And all his shots of his kills
A D A G
were pointless frills, oh no
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Dirk Powell
Dirk Quitschau
Dirk Witte
Dirlewanger
Disagree
Disappear Fear
Discharge
Disciples
Discipline