Central Florida's least-favorite punk rock trio proudly present their debut full-length album... "Revenge!"
Flaunting a quintessential collection of their most exuberant, catchy and downright moronic sing-along soundtracks to your next BSE-fueled rampage, "Revenge" flawlessly captures the essence of it's profane creators by forcing itself into the mortal vessels of it's audience and captors alike, refusing to let go until personal space is none beyond a faded memory.
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Lyrics by Markky Karloff.
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A star that shines so bright with unpredictability,
This light won't be unseen and that's just what he'd mean,
The sun sets into darkness but what glimmers in the sky,
It never truly leaves,
Scheduled for eternal fun-tirement,
Hometown hymns blasting in your ears,
Pilot golden chariots as Uber Rick,
Vessels fade, eternal warmth remains here,
Illuminate unity beyond the arts,
That's the spirit of Mannerisms,
Sojourned hereafter but never far,
Life everlasting in Mannerisms,
Raising your grail to us, one and all,
That's the spirit of Mannerisms,
Packing local albums when Valhalla calls,
Forever alive in our Mannerisms,
Without the slightest sign, eleven hours passed you by,
I could never say good-bye, your spirit will never die,
The tides have turned this mortal world, skies engulf in drear and gloom,
But our hearts glow iridescent and I blame you,
So we'll carry on and make you proud,
Play our songs fast and loud,
At the tip of my brush, at the edge of my pick,
I'll never forget my zany Uncle Rick,
Illuminate unity beyond the arts,
That's the spirit of Mannerisms,
Sojourned hereafter but never far,
Life everlasting in Mannerisms,
Raising your grail to us, one and all,
That's the spirit of Mannerisms,
Packing local albums when Valhalla calls,
Forever alive in our Mannerisms,
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