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
Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
N.C.
Burning parts, boils too, we've got a fucking fever of a hundred-and-two
[Verse]
D
Everyone's sicker than a dog in here
D
No one's got the medicine to make it all clear
G
Stranger things have happened
G
but they're certainly rare
A
And no one's survived em anyway
A
so we don't fucking care
D
Give us a pill, pass us a drink
D
Our hair is fucking falling out and clogging the sinks
G
Water on the floor like a fucking slip and slide,
A
So come on everybody, let's go for a ride
[Chorus]
G
And do the sick sick, throw up, roll around in the muck
D
Yeah it's the dance that we do to get fucked
G
Everyone's too gross to get unstuck,
A
And no we're not the kind of people with any kind of luck
[Bridge]
D
Beating on each other
D
with our fists and our wrists
G A D
just to get our pounding heads to stop
D
Lying to each other
G
that tomorrow will be better when we know
A D
damn well we're fucked
D
Fuck
[Interlude]
D G A (x2)
[Chorus]
Bm
We'll do the sick sick
Bm
til we're all deep in the ground
D
And trash with the worms and their friends
Bm
Rolling in our graves til the fucking world ends
G
No one can avoid it, we're not making amends
[Verse]
D
Everyone's sicker than a dog in here
D
No one's got the wherewithal to make it all clear
G
If anybody had a clue
G
we'd work out a plan,
A
But it's easier to think of ways to laugh it off instead
D
Gimme a pill, pass me a drink
D
It's an easier solution than to actually think
G
Our hair is falling out and clogging the sinks
A
And the waste has piled up to the point where it stinks
[Chorus]
G
And do the sick sick, throw up, roll around in the muck
D
Yeah it's the dance that we do to get fucked
G
Everyone's too gross to get unstuck,
A
And no we're not the kind of people with any kind of luck
[Outro]
D
So we're beating on each other
D
with our fists and our feet
G
just to try
A D
and get a minute of sleep
D
When if we'd all get along
D
sing a couple of songs
G A D
we'd slow the sprint toward death to a creep
D
Beating on each other
D
with our fists and our wrists,
G A D
just to get our pounding heads to stop
D
Lying to each other that
G
tomorrow will be better when we know
A D
damn well we're fucked.
N.C.
Burning parts, boils too, we've got a fucking fever of a hundred-and-two
[Verse]
D
Everyone's sicker than a dog in here
D
No one's got the medicine to make it all clear
G
Stranger things have happened
G
but they're certainly rare
A
And no one's survived em anyway
A
so we don't fucking care
D
Give us a pill, pass us a drink
D
Our hair is fucking falling out and clogging the sinks
G
Water on the floor like a fucking slip and slide,
A
So come on everybody, let's go for a ride
[Chorus]
G
And do the sick sick, throw up, roll around in the muck
D
Yeah it's the dance that we do to get fucked
G
Everyone's too gross to get unstuck,
A
And no we're not the kind of people with any kind of luck
[Bridge]
D
Beating on each other
D
with our fists and our wrists
G A D
just to get our pounding heads to stop
D
Lying to each other
G
that tomorrow will be better when we know
A D
damn well we're fucked
D
Fuck
[Interlude]
D G A (x2)
[Chorus]
Bm
We'll do the sick sick
Bm
til we're all deep in the ground
D
And trash with the worms and their friends
Bm
Rolling in our graves til the fucking world ends
G
No one can avoid it, we're not making amends
[Verse]
D
Everyone's sicker than a dog in here
D
No one's got the wherewithal to make it all clear
G
If anybody had a clue
G
we'd work out a plan,
A
But it's easier to think of ways to laugh it off instead
D
Gimme a pill, pass me a drink
D
It's an easier solution than to actually think
G
Our hair is falling out and clogging the sinks
A
And the waste has piled up to the point where it stinks
[Chorus]
G
And do the sick sick, throw up, roll around in the muck
D
Yeah it's the dance that we do to get fucked
G
Everyone's too gross to get unstuck,
A
And no we're not the kind of people with any kind of luck
[Outro]
D
So we're beating on each other
D
with our fists and our feet
G
just to try
A D
and get a minute of sleep
D
When if we'd all get along
D
sing a couple of songs
G A D
we'd slow the sprint toward death to a creep
D
Beating on each other
D
with our fists and our wrists,
G A D
just to get our pounding heads to stop
D
Lying to each other that
G
tomorrow will be better when we know
A D
damn well we're fucked.
