High Octane

by Rubber Molding

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Rubber Molding would like to thank and acknowledge the spirit of music peoples for guiding us through this journey. They truly were our prison break, removing the electromagnetic prison force-field of our minds. Let us be very clear, reverse speaking is real as a means to communicate with the spirit realm. They have told us believers of the sad reality, transcended above so many hopeless drones; every aspect of our political, cultural, socioeconomic, and even spiritual lives is controlled by the reptilian race of the Omega System 3. World leaders are and have always been bio-syndicates manufactured in advanced reptilian labs!

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released August 23, 2008

Guitar and Vocals by Ryan Mueller
Bass and Vocals by Matt Strickland
Drums by Adam Finchler

Written by Rubber Molding
Engineered by Mike Hunchback, Hunchback Craig
Cover Art by David B. Greenberg
Mastered by Darren Golda
Released by Joe Steinhardt
Hello Records 02

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Adam Finchler New York, New York

Hi, I'm Adam, I make songs and videos. I play in the band FINCHLER.

www.adamfinchler.com

Shows:

9/17 - NJ - The New Alternative Music Festival

9/26 - NYC - Bowery Electric w/COFFIN (AUS)

Always love an inquiry: adamfinchler@gmail.com
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Track Name: High Octane
Show me your knife and show me your gun
Show me your camoflauge and we'll have fun
I saw the light it don't bother me
Try to make me bleed i'll make you scream

I had a girlfriend, i know my shit
I got a homemade napalm kit
Nowhere to hide and nowhere to run
Show me your camoflauge and we'll have fun

I got my finger on the trigger
I'll fuck you up just like a pig
Ha!

I got my light and a trail of gasoline
You ignite and i'll rip out your spleen
Red or blue wire, which should i choose?
Fuck it cut 'em both, i'm a hardcore badass

I had a girlfriend, i know my shit
I got a homemade napalm kit
Nowhere to hide and nowhere to run
Show me your camoflauge and we'll have fun

I got my finger on the trigger
I'll fuck you up just like a pig
Ha!
I got my finger on the trigger
I'll fuck you up just like a pig
Ha!
Track Name: I Hate Taxes
Let's go surfin' now
Everybody show you how
Safari with me

I hate taxes
Banana, nun, non-nun, nun
And I hate you
Banana, nun, non-nun, nun
I hate taxes
Banana, nun, non-nun, nun
And I hate you
Banana, nun, non-nun, nun
Banana, nun, non-nun, nun
Banana, nun, non-nun, nun, non-nun

Woooo!

I hate doors
And I hate boundaries
And I hate locks
And I hate fox
Oww!
I hate t-shirts
And I hate turtlenecks
And I hate turtles
And I hate fretboards
And I hate bitching about shit

I hate television
I hate television
I hate television
I like to go outside

Cock cock cock cock
Cock-a-doodle-do
Frat cock poopty
Da shakanooka
Rooka pooka
Nooka shook book
Cock in that shit
Book (nooka shooka rubber trooka)
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
Track Name: Esophagactus Boy
Boy that I once knew
Went to the zoo (went to the zoo)
The prickly pricks
He had a cactus
Down his crazy
Esophagactus
Esophagactus
Esophagactus
Esophagactus

Esophagactus boy, what did you expect to find?
Deep inside your mind..
The universe is expanding tight
Your mother tucks you in at night
But you're never safe
Esophagactus you took the bait

Now you're born again
Your only friend (your only friend)
Is the cactus you once knew
You ingest prickles of truth
Prickles of truth
Prickles of truth
Prickles of truth

Esophagactus boy, what did you expect to find?
Deep inside your mind..
The universe is expanding tight
Your mother tucks you in at night
But you're never safe
Esophagactus you took the bait
Track Name: Slaughterhouse Woman
Slaughterhouse woman
You make me bleed
You transform the fabric of my mind

Slaughterhouse woman
You make me see
You transform my brain into the blind

Slaughterhouse woman
I can't go on
With all these vices on my teeth

Slaughterhouse woman
You drink my juice
And only you can slaughter me

I can't have you
I'm a horse's hoof
I got no soul machine
I can't have you
I got no proof
I am an ice cold treat
I can't have you
I'm a horse's hoof
I got no soul machine
I can't have you
I'm a horse's hoof
I am an ice cold treat
Track Name: Shakespeare
Shakespeare wrote me a sonnet
He told me that he loved me
But then he got me pregnant
And left

Shakespeare gazed into the sky
He said i was the brightest star
I said I'm not a star
He said it was a metaphor

You dog
You pig
You're a dog
And a pig

Shakespeare took me to go see norbit
I laughed so hard until it hurt
But I missed all of the funny jokes
He was creeping up my skirt

You dog
You fuckin' pig
You dog
You pig

So long as men can breathe and eyes can see
So long lives this and this gives life to thee

That's what you told me
That's what you said
Track Name: British People
I snort lots of cocaine in the railway station
Pointy sticks and thongs give me good vibrations
Let's go to the forest and we'll go on a bear hunt
Me and my blokes'll go beat up an old cunt

Fish and chips

Blow up Scotland Yard and then go to the Denny's
Want to squeeze your boobs but you wouldn't let me
Churchill huffs gasoline through a paper bag
Patrick Swayze was really good in Point Break

Tea and pussy

British people
Pilgrims
BBC

If you want fancy cheese go to France you tree fop
I have a purple unicorn I named him Larry
Polka dots in my head color of the infrared

Tea and pussy
Track Name: Landscape Architect
(Satan Satan)

I don't need no landscape architect
Telling me where to plant my trees
I don't need no yuppie cashier
With paper or plastic for my groceries

I want to live out in the wild
That's what I want to do
We could build an ipod with my fishing pole
All I need is you

(Satan Satan)

I don't need no assistant principal
Telling me that I'm late for school
I don't need no fashion magazines
Telling me all the shit that's really cool

I want to live out in the wild
That's what I want to do
We could fuel our fire with your Gucci boots
All I need is you
Track Name: Eleanor Roosevelt
Eleanor Roosevelt
What you gonna
What you gonna
What you gonna do?
Your man
He's cheating on you
Eleanor Roosevelt
What you gonna
What you gonna
What you gonna do?
You'll make some raspberry stew

I know it ain't easy to be the First Lady
Hard times have fallen on us all
Oh eleanor don't you see
It's good for the country
You've just got to keep smiling on

Eleanor Roosevelt
What you gonna
What you gonna
What you gonna do?
Your man
He's cheating on you
Eleanor Roosevelt
What you gonna
What you gonna
What you gonna do?
Now there is nothing you can do

You ride horses all day
And drink soup through a straw
The people, they're jealous of you

Eleanor Roosevelt
What you gonna
What you gonna
What you gonna do?
Your man, man, man
He's cheating, cheating, cheating
On you
On you
Eleanor Roosevelt
What you gonna
What you gonna
What you gonna do?
There is nothing
There is nothing you can do

Can you feel it?
Track Name: Lemonade Stand
I see your eyes in the sky
I see your hair in the moonlight
And I wonder
Could this be real?

I see my lips on your lips
I see your nose on my fingertips
And I wonder
Could this be real?
And I wonder
Could this be a reality?

The wind, it caches through your hair
Watch out for that bear, over there
Do you really care?
Malevolently

I see your soul in a bowl
I want to eat it with a spoon
And I wonder
Would it taste good?

I see your heart in my art
I want to pierce it with a dart
And I wonder
Could this be real?
And I wonder
Could this be a reality?

The wind, it slithers through your hair
Watch out for that bear, over there
Do you really care?
Malevolently

The wind, it glistens through your hair
Watch out for that bear, over there
Do you really care?
Malevolently