Rubber Bullets

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The Vindictives

The Vindictives were a Chicago-based punk rock underground group during the 1990s. They were peers with Screeching Weasel and other bands from the era, they were also heavily-influenced by the Ramones. Joey Vindicitive's characteristic nasal melodies often told the story of alienation, psychosis, social-ills, and continually rejected rules of politeness. Intertwined with sweet intricate contrasting harmonies it made for an interesting balance. Also the band mixed metal, rock blues and early punk rock roots so as to make their own hybrid sound that would influence bands to come such as Green Day, Blink 182 amongst others. The lyrics were often intelligent outrages communicated through intentionally immature self-defeating soliloquies. more »

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1996

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I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in the street
At the local dance at the local county jail 

Well the band were playing
And the booze began to flow
But the sound came over on the police car radio
Down at Precinct 49
Having a tear-gas of a time
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail 

Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets 

I love to hear those convicts squeal
It's a shame these slugs ain't real
But we can't have dancin' at the local county jail 

Sergeant Baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail
And for miles around
You could hear the sirens wail
There's a rumor goin' round death row
That a fuse is gonna blow
At the local hop at the local county jail 

Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do 

Sergeant Baker started talkin'
With a bullhorn in his hand
He was cool, he was clear
He was always in command
He said "Blood will flow;
Here Padre
Padre you talk to your boys..."
"Trust in me -
God will come to set you free" 

Well we don't understand
Why you called in the National Guard
When Uncle Sam is the one
Who belongs in the exercise yard
We all got balls and brains
But some's got balls and chains
At the local dance at the local county jail 

Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets 

Is it really such a crime
For a guy to spend his time
At the local dance at the local county jail
At the local dance at the local county jail 

Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do

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