Missiles: 7 track EP

by The Red Pills

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Missiles is the second EP released by The Red Pills and continues the band's transition to punkier music and lyrics.

Featuring the cult classic 'Harriet's Got Herpes' and the post-apocalyptic 'Epitaph.'

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released February 5, 2010

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The Red Pills Leeds, UK

The Red Pills took their name from the 1999 movie 'The Matrix.' In one scene, Keanu Reeves' character 'Neo' is presented with a choice of pills to ingest; a red pill or a blue pill. Each is a metaphor - taking the blue pill will allow Neo to continue to live a cosy, comfortable lie. Taking the red pill will allow him to wake up to the truth. ... more

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Track Name: Sexual Air Supply
Does it come in a cylinder?
Does it come with a mask?
What does one use it for?
I’m afraid to ask
Apparently it’s of use
When staring death in the face
Sounds more like you’d need it for
Asphyxiation games

We’re all gonna be killed
While on blue standby
Unless you switch over to
S-s-s-s-s-sexual air supply

What does it say in the manual?
Does it really comply?
With British Safety Standards
Or are we likely to die?
Just breathe in the happy fumes
Then I guess we’ll see
It’s what the Doctor recommends
I saw it on TV!

We’re all gonna be killed
While on blue standby
Unless you switch over to
S-s-s-s-s-sexual air supply

Sexual, air supply
What the fuck is it? I
Don’t know but, it sounds good
Pump me full of gaseous love

CHORUS x2
Track Name: Psycho Girl
I can’t seem to make myself heard
She won’t listen to a single word
I don’t know what I’m meant to say
She takes everything the wrong way

Yeah yeah she must be a psycho girl for sure
I don’t know what she’s looking for any more
Psycho girl, psycho girl

I start a sentence, she cuts in
Never cares for the way I feel
She’s so wrapped up in her own mind
Never lets me finish a line

Yeah yeah she must be a psycho girl for sure
I don’t know what she’s looking for any more
Psycho girl, psycho girl

Psycho girl, psycho girl

There’s not changing her point of view
There’s no mending her attitude
She’s well-dressed but her head’s a mess
Can’t go on, I’m a nervous wreck

Yeah yeah she must be a psycho girl for sure
I don’t know what she’s looking for any more
Psycho girl, psy-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-ycho girl
Track Name: I'm Not Me Anymore
I’ve got a problem
Upstairs in my head
I can’t make a rhyme
My rhythm is dead

I keep hitting brick walls
Keep landing in traps
My words are like weights
They won’t lift into place
Won’t let me escape

I’m not me anymore
I’m not me anymore
I’m not me anymore

My mind is in pieces
Fragmented and torn
And I’m not the same
As I was before

The spark has deserted
Inspiration is gone
In this barren wasteland
All thoughts are like sand
They fall through my hands

I’m not me anymore
I’m not me anymore
I’m not me anymore

I’m not me anymore
I’m not me anymore
I’m not me anymore
Track Name: An Interlude With 'David Attenborough'
Here, discarded in the undergrowth, lie the bloomers of a lesser spotted Harriet.

The, Harriet in question, has left them here after a night of frivolous abandon.

Unfortunately for the male of the species, this can only mean one thing:

The, silent, irritating transfer of the herpes virus.
Track Name: Harriet's Got Herpes
I know a girl called Harriet
She’s loose with morals and regret
Watch out lads, when she gets leathered
Opens up her sleeve of wizard
Heard her cocktail of infections
Graced many unwary erections
Trails of betrayal never end
Humiliation is public revenge

Harriet’s got herpes, she’s looking to tease
Give her half a chance and she’ll give you t’disease
Harriet’s got herpes, she won’t be appeased
She’ll fuck another sucker, “here’s your S.T.D.” Hey!

Harriet conceals her guilt
With darkness and an unwashed quilt
Pulling chumps in seedy bars
Has served her pretty well thus far
So men of ill repute surround her
Most itch after their encounter
Down at the doc’s a quick diagnosis
“You’ve got herpes, crabs and syphilis”

Harriet’s got herpes, she’s looking to tease
Give her half a chance and she’ll give you t’disease
Harriet’s got herpes, she won’t be appeased
She’ll fuck another sucker, “here’s your S.T.D.” Hey!

Dish it out girl, dish it out
We know your dirty secret
Hang about girl, hang about
You can fucking keep it

Harriet’s got herpes, she’s looking to tease
Give her half a chance and she’ll give you t’disease
Harriet’s got herpes, she won’t be appeased
She’ll fuck another sucker, “here’s your S.T.D.” Hey!

Repeat chorus
Track Name: Not Fussed
It’s getting on for rather late
At 4am we still gyrate
In a paralytic state
Beginning to anticipate

Crudely acting debonair
Groping ample derriere
Catch a hurried taxi home
Prepare to waste some chromosomes

I’m not fussed, she’s not fussed
Half-heartedly, we’re gonna thrust
We’re not fussed, we’re not fussed
It’s regular, disposable lust

Removing sweaty underwear
A drunken burden we must bear
Fumbling with a jonny packet
Barrier to going at it

I’m not fussed, she’s not fussed
Half-heartedly, we’re gonna thrust
We’re not fussed, we’re not fussed
It’s regular, disposable lust

Faking it between the sheets
We’ve got appearances to keep
Poker-faced we do the deed
Before we’re overcome by sleep

We’re not sure which orifice
Is meant to be used in conjunction with this
I bought it on the internet
It saves me a job when I am wrecked

I’m not fussed, she’s not fussed
Half-heartedly, we’re gonna thrust
We’re not fussed, we’re not fussed
It’s regular, disposable lust
Track Name: Epitaph
There’s a rising in the east
Building nukes in self defence
But it’s not they that threaten peace
It’s a lack of common sense

This may be the last song that you’ll ever hear
This may be the last lament of our golden age
Our violent nature begs a stage

Objects cannot start a war
Tools do not possess free will
They don’t take decisions or
Of their own volition kill

This may be the last song that you’ll ever hear
This may be the last lament of our golden age
Our violent nature begs a stage

While the politicians hide
A religious menace creeps
Fear the house of tarnished white
For it dreams of legacy

This may be the last song that you’ll ever hear
This may be the last lament of our golden age
Our violent nature begs a stage

So an orphan kneels before a broken headstone
Brambles scratching at bare skin in silent times
No one left to tend the gardens or the hedgerows
As the radiation kills off what survived

This is our Epitaph, for all our guile and craft,
We made war and made it well
So well we could not save ourselves
Too well