Any Port in a Storm

by Citizen Useless

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The 3rd studio album by Jakarta Punk Band Citizen Useless.
Digital Download contains HQ Printable artwork and lyrics.

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released 12 August 2013

All music written by Citizen Useless*
* except "Can’t Help Faling in Love", originally performed by Elvis Presley.
Published by Gladys Music
Written by Hugo Peretti, Luigi Creatore, and George David Weiss.

Album Produced by Citizen Useless and Uzeless Rekordz
Executive Producer - David Ulysses Portnow (Mr. Pig)
Mixing and Mastering by Jeffry Hataru at 88 Studio (Jakarta, Indonesia)
Additional Drums by Jeffry Hataru

All tracks © Citizen Useless & Uzeless Rekordz 2013
Citizen Useless logo by Rizki Hidayatullah (a.k.a. Doble)
Back cover photo by: Elizabeth Srijaya

Cover Design and Layout by J.Sin

E-mail: citizenuseless@hotmail.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/citizenuseless
Bandcamp: citizenuseless.bandcamp.com
Twitter: @citizenuseless
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SoundCloud: www.soundcloud.com/citizenuseless


CITIZEN USELESS IS: J.Sin (Vocals)
Dang Dut (Guitar)
Furkan (Guitar)
Lizwan (Bass)
Octo (Drums)

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Citizen Useless Jakarta, Indonesia

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Formed in Jakarta, Indonesia in the wee hours of 2006 under the influence of lots of beer & good friends. A blend of high-intensity music, distorted guitars, & an integrated mix of straightforward punk &blues-inspired rockabilly coupled with the pop sensibilities of NoFX set to "frappe" is the Citizen Useless sound. ... more

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Track Name: Good Times Wasted
Many a morning I’ve awoke on the floor
Vomit-stained shirt and an arm ‘round a whore
Friends pick me up throw me into a cab
Drank so much that I couldn’t pay the tab
Crawl through the door of my girl’s empty home
She kicked my ass out now I’m left all alone
Family is gone and I’m workin’ the docks
Last friend I’ve got is a scotch on the rocks

Good times that I’ve wasted
Getting wasted having good times

I feel my feet call the streets of my past
Don’t really care ‘bout the shadows they cast
Some roads went nowhere and filled full of holes
I walked them all til my boots had no soles
I haven’t felt shame I’ve held my head high
Everyone left me and I’ll never ask why
I shine the bar with a frayed, dirty sleeve
Surrounded by friends who I know will never leave.

Good times that I’ve wasted
Getting wasted having good times

Good times
Wasted

Good times that I’ve wasted
Getting wasted having good times
Track Name: Sick of You
Low on money get a job
You sit there like a fucking slob
Had a bad day whoopdee shit
Get the fuck over it

Your flapping lips sound like shit
I don’t care one little bit
About who said this who said that
You’re acting like a little brat

I am getting sick of you
And you’re useless
And your fucking useless bitching too!
I am not insensitive
I just don’t fucking care!

Friends and family got you down
All you do is fucking frown
Whine and bitch and complain
You’re nothing but a constant pain

Got a problem fix it quick
Your whining makes me fucking sick
When the shit hits the fan
Grow a backbone be a man.

I am getting sick of you
And you’re useless
And your fucking useless bitching too!
I am not insensitive
I just don’t fucking care!

My Dad won’t buy me a Lexus
My Mom won’t let me get tattooed
My friends tell me they hate me
I lost my job
Boo hoo
Poor you!

You don’t tell me that you love me
You don’t give me enough money
My girlfriend won’t let me fuck her
I miss you
Boo hoo
Poor You!
Track Name: Shotgun Poet
Drunk as fuck, off my ass, I grab another beer
I’m wallowing in self-made depression and fear
I live my worthless life in a clouded syringe
Fuck the rest of the world I’m on the lunatic fringe

Drunk as fuck, kiss my ass, I get behind the wheel
Drive my fucking death machine and wrap myself in steel
Head out the window, a bottle of whiskey in my veins
A whore sitting on my dick and fucking out my brains

Shotgun poet
Shotgun poet

Quit your drinking and give up Punk Rock
Chemically fueled and livin’ the life

Buy a house, settle down, find a woman
Don’t give a shit, I never want a wife

Get a job, be someone, leave a mark
Heading nowhere and that’s just fine

You can be good or you can be bad
Never one for either side of the line

Shotgun poet
Shotgun poet
Track Name: It's Hard to be a Punk in Aceh
It’s hard to be a punk in Aceh
When they wanna shave your hair
Lock you up in a dungeon
Rehabilitate with prayer

It’s hard to be a punk in Aceh
Cuz there’s fuck all else to do
(and) They never listen when we say
We don’t wanna be like you!

It’s hard to be a punk in Aceh
When all you got are dirty clothes
It’s hard to get a drink
When the bars are always closed

It’s hard to be a punk in Aceh
And do what you wanna do
(and) They never listen when we say
We don’t wanna be like you!

We don’t wanna be
controlled by hate
And we don’t wanna live
in a fascist state
We don’t wanna do
What you say
We just wanna live our life
And do it our way

It’s hard to be a punk in Aceh
When there’s morons in control
Don’t care about our freedom
Wanna take away our soul

It’s hard to be a punk in Aceh
When you got a job to do
(and) They never listen when we say
We don’t wanna be like you!

We don’t wanna be
controlled by hate
And we don’t wanna live
in a fascist state
We don’t wanna do
What you say
We just wanna live our life
And do it our way
Track Name: Me and My Dead Hooker
Everywhere I go
She is by my side
People stop and stare
Or they run and hide

When I take her out
She don’t eat or drink
She’s the perfect date
If you can stand the stink

Me and my dead hooker
Me and my dead hooker
Me and my dead hooker
Just me and my dead hooker

Love sees through the worms
And the rotting flesh
I just keep her cool
And she’ll stay fresh

Her body’s pretty stiff
But I cannot complain
If she was a zombie
She’d wanna eat my brains

Me and my dead hooker
Me and my dead hooker
Me and my dead hooker
Just me and my dead hooker

I like to take her home
Fuck her every night
It’s the rigor mortis
That makes her really tight

Necrophilia
Has a hold on me
You might think it’s sick
But it’ll always be

Me and my dead hooker
Me and my dead hooker
Me and my dead hooker
Just me and my dead hooker
Track Name: Racism is not Punk
Being a racist
Is not being punk
So burn that swastika
Nazi junk
It’s stupid to think
A person should die
Cuz of race or religion
Or the colour of their eyes

Racism is not punk
Racism is not punk
Racism is not punk
Racism is not fucking punk

Being a racist
Is not being punk
It’s for the weak
It’s for the cunts
With the steel-toed boots
And empty shaved heads
Zieg-heiling a coward
Who shot himself dead!

Raise your fist
And sing with me
End this White power bullshit
Set our scene free
Being a racist
Is not being punk
We’re coming for you
You Nazi fucks!
Track Name: (I Can't Help) Falling in Love
Wise men say only fools rush in
but I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help falling in love with you
for I can't help falling in love with you
Track Name: Go For Broke
Fuck the world like a whore
Cuz nothing’s fair in love or war
I’ll never be a fucking clone
I carve my life into my bones

Standing strong
Play along
With sex and Death
And crystal meth
Life’s a joke
Go for broke

Ya gotta take not only give
I would kill myself to live
Lost my cat, took a stray
cuz every dog has its day
Track Name: Only 17
Only seventeen
Yeah you know what I mean
Only seventeen

Loves to see our band
Drinks til she cannot stand
Thinks that we’re “The Damned”

Don’t care about her Dad
Don’t care about her Mom
Don’t care about anything
I just wanna have my fun

She’s got what you want
She is what you’re not
She just can’t be caught

Walks the streets at night
Don’t know wrong from right
Never be a wife

Don’t care about her Dad
Don’t care about her Mom
Don’t care about anything
I just wanna have my fun

That ass is on demand
For a one night stand
Can’t you understand?

Only seventeen
Yeah you know what I mean
She’s fucking seventeen!
Track Name: Skin Food 99
We're all just skin food for the rich
Used up, chewed up, spat in a ditch
Numbers, systems, slaves to the banks
Kneel and pray left, right, in your ranks

We deserve more
than scraps on the floor

We're all just skin food for the rich
Ripped off, lied to, dead in a ditch
(with) Corporate taxes stuck in our ass
We suck the dicks of the upper class

We deserve more
than scraps on the floor
Track Name: The Margin
You want to live it, to live it hard core
Fuck the system, fuck the system
So get the fuck, out onto that floor
Oi, oi, oi, oi
Never be happy, always want more
We want more, we want more
Live the life, with music yer whore
Hard porn, drunk core

We can’t stand, the bullshit and lies
And fuck you, is our war cry!
Can’t you see? It’s truth we cling to
The margin
It’s a part of you.

You want to live it, to live it hard core
Fuck the system, fuck the system
So get the fuck, out onto that floor
Oi, oi, oi, oi
Never be happy, always want more
We want more, we want more
Live the life, with music yer whore
Hard porn, drunk core

We can’t stand, the DJs and clubs
And we just want, punk rock and drugs
We won’t stop, cuz we dun want to
The margin
It’s a part of you.

It’s a part of you
It’s a part of you
It’s a part of you
It’s a part of you