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Shotgun Justice - Reissue

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motorhead4ever Razor is one of the iconic bands alongside Exciter ,Infernäl Mäjesty,Annihilator pure Canadian steel favorite tracks - Maimi,Electric Torture,Parricide Favorite track: Miami.
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Jose Garcia Highly underrated and just a pure joy of unrelenting Thrash from the North! Crushing riffs, perfectly harsh vocals and dominating drums that really doesn't let you breathe from the onslaught marathon Shotgun Justice provides. 10/10 🤘 Favorite track: Parricide.
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J BROCK Not enough compliments I can pay to this nation's best metal band. Stay loud. Stay strong and book another gig in the capital! Favorite track: Electric Torture.
Matthew Toye
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Matthew Toye Canada is a land of ice and snow, maple syrup, and of course legendary thrash bands like Razor. These reissues sound fantastic, so make sure you grab all these stone cold classics. Favorite track: Electric Torture.
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Domnumber1 Continuing the brilliance of Violent Restitution, Bob Reid takes over on vocals from here on out, and he proves that he is a more than worthy successor to Sheepdog. Favorite track: Electric Torture.
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Miami 03:15
I remember years ago, a place I loved to go Palm trees, sunshine, beaches, and never any snow Then bastards came in numbers to infiltrate the place Crime and murder rates have soared in Florida’s disgrace Now they’ve ruined Miami, they’ve let it go to piss Now they’ve ruined Miami, there’s nothing left to miss Now they’ve ruined Miami, and my vacation plans Guess I’ll have to stay at home until they fix it man! Now they’ve got new gun laws, and everybody’s armed They say it’s their protection, no need to be alarmed I hate to be sarcastic but I wear the shoe that fits Miami is a city that has all but gone to shit I really wish I didn’t have to write sarcastic songs But modern day society has got to right these wrongs Old men and women now have guns and they can’t even drive They can’t aim, and they can’t shoot and we cannot survive Cemeteries filling up, they’ll have to make some room People wasting people, I sense impending doom So if you love Miami, you’ll get what you deserve Better pack a bullet proof vest, and pills to soothe your nerves
Energy, you’re hit by the train A casualty of the social war Artillery, the weapons I sling Send you crashing and bleeding on the floor Arteries, implode under skin I’m filling all the weaklings full of lead Anarchy, all the war mongers free United by our total hatred Try with all your might, we never can be bound Synchronize your beating, with our hateful sound On your wounded knees we deny you all your rights One more neck to squeeze we put you in the vice Congregate, the loyal stand strong A hatred that defies all written laws Incriminate, accusations cast out We sentence you to die by the saw Abominate, our powerless foe We are the black cloud over your head Annihilate, with unstoppable force United by our social hatred Try with all your might, we never can be bound Synchronize your beating, with our hateful sound On your wounded knees we deny you all your rights One more neck to squeeze we put you in the vice Society our enemy, the rules which we must fight The only way to bring out change is challenging their might We will not lose this crucial clash and we will never give Instead we hate, don’t hesitate, don’t let the bastards live
We only had forty-five minutes Before we were to start our show Our roadies had set up our gear And we were more than ready to go Then the owner of the bar came to see us And he told us that we wouldn’t get paid The thrashers in the bar had to wonder why the show was delayed Violence condoned Cough up the dough We packed our guitars, we got in our cars We drove off and we never looked back Six fucking albums, still dealing with welchers I think I’m about to attack I love all our fans but I’m sick of this shit If you book us then we’d better get paid The thrashers in the bar all showed him a mistake had been made Fans irate, the time was late, they know the band was gone Tempers smoked, a riot broke, the violent clash was on Chairs were thrown, damage sown, they paid to see the band Bottles flying, underlying vengeance for the fans Take a stand and never change your plans Demand respect or be a useless fool Never let the big shots get away With thinking that they’re making all the rules If they think that you’re a weakling You’d better fight and show them it ain’t true Teach them all a violent lesson And show them just what you can do Revenge, revenge, support it each and every day Revenge, revenge, violence blows the weasels away
With brutal hatred, I take control The sound of devastation raw Don’t interrupt me, don’t irritate me Or I will break your fucking jaw I’m too impatient, I’m volatile I’m getting ready to ignite I carry weapons, I’m always ready I never back off from a fight Knock down drag out Dealing out the decibels and pain Electric Torture melts you Electric Torture decimates your brain I hold my grudges, I don’t forget Uprising chaos on my mind I tried forgiveness, I tried condolence But now I’ve left those thoughts behind Now I try anger, now I try strength Now I try anything that’s wrong I’m a survivor, I never give up That’s why I wrote this violent song Fight for pleasure, fight for fun Fight for the freedom of the press and always carry a gun Be impatient, and be real rude Don’t listen to your parents, they’re a couple of prudes Be sarcastic and be a jerk Quit you job and tell your boss what he can do with his work Live your own life, you get one chance It’s time to take control and never give a second glance Be a danger, be a threat Intimidate! Retribute! Collect on your debts Be a menace and then be glad Or on your dying day you’re gonna wish that you had Want for nothing, just take it all Your life is just a waste if you don’t answer the call One more lesson that you should learn Don’t show respect to anyone when it isn’t earned
I wake in fear, what I thought was a dream I thought it couldn’t be true That’s not my bed, these are not my clothes And this ain’t my room My arms are shackled and my legs are asleep Why am I tied to these chains? Who is responsible and where do they live? And what are their names? Step in, into their world Where problems and peace are the same Step in, but tell me no lies My mind is too fucked from their games Dead to the world, I lay in seclusion A fission of freedom or fear? Reach out and weigh in the evil I feel that the wicked are near They pump my veins and they’ve withered my brain And ask me “how do you feel?” Break out and over the walls This time there won’t be no deals Step in, into their world They’re trying to drive me insane Step in, but they won’t succeed My adrenalin’s pumping again I’m feeling wicked and I’m tracking you down Brother, I’m coming for you You had your day now the night she is mine You can’t stop what I’m gonna do Won’t see me coming but you’ll know I am there Your soul will be shaking with fear Don’t see you laughing, now the tables have turned This message is so fucking clear Step in, into their world They were sucking the blood from my veins Step in, into their world I was lying there dying in vain Step in, into my crypt Where my life was taken away Step in, into my world And I’ll show you the meaning of pain
The metal scene has gone to piss Boneheads lead the way Playing fast because it’s in And then they go away Instead of kicking major butt They start to slow it down Bringing back the 70’s I hate these fucking clowns You sold us out without a doubt You changed your future plans You played the game, you’ve got your fame And your phony fans The pinhead movement loves their songs These bands can do no wrong And then they come to me and say Why can’t you write good songs? I hate to be so arrogant Don’t like to call them names But money is their only goal My songs remain the same All the bands I used to like are going down the drain What the hell has happened here, have they gone insane? I used to think that heavy bands ignored the current trends But once you’ve been in Rolling Stone you learn about your friends They never sound the same again, they claim that they progress But I just think it’s writer’s slump that wins them their success The majors spend big money the audience is blind While Razor plays it heavier and leaves the scum behind We’ve all been stabbed in the back
You took it for granted, you thought I would leave Your friends were in the bar, you picked a fight You never expected that I was protected You never saw the danger in your sight In shock, your friends all around you See you lying in a pool of red It’s quiet, the bar becomes silent They can’t accept the fact that you’re dead Rednecks, you friends all started crying Too bad they never realized Justice, my shotgun justice left you paralyzed You thought I had left but I went to my car I came back with my shotgun too Returned in a minute, I fired my rounds And now there’s nothing left of you I never look for trouble, but if trouble comes around I’ve got the shortest fuse of any psychopath in town You shouldn’t talk to strangers, there might be a price to pay Too late to change your attitude you just got blown away Itchy trigger finger, I reacted instantly No one else will have to deal with your mentality A cancer on society, you’ll pick no fights again You’re just a mess of rotting flesh whose time has come my friend Life is just a memory, you got what you deserved You thought you were a tough guy, though you’d get on someone’s nerves Everybody left the bar, you called those traitors friends No one came to help you, no one came to your defense Your friends all learned a lesson, too bad it came too late Now they know the consequence of those of us who hate You stare blank at the ceiling, you forgot to close your eyes This is how a scumbag dies!
Parricide 02:44
Late at night you open the door You old man’s drunk and madder than hell Another violent conflict, you never asked for this The place that you call home is now a cell He’s punching out your mother, and now he turns on you This always seems to happen every night You’re heading for the kitchen, you grab a butcher knife This time you know you’re gonna have to fight You warn him that you’ve had enough This time he’s gonna get what he deserves He charges, you knife him You wasted him before you lost your nerve Parricide You stabbed him twenty times, it only seemed like once Your family’s in a state of shock The bastard lies there lifeless, your mother starts to scream You know you’re gonna have to call the cops You warned him, that you had enough This time he had to get what he deserved He charged you, you knifed him You wasted him before you lost your nerve Parricide The cops are knocking on your door, the neighbors crowd outside An ambulance is wailing in the night They put the cuffs on, read your rights and lock you in their car They question you about the violent fight Neighbors start to glare at you, the ambulance arrives They bring the bloody carcass out in sheets You had to kill in self-defense, you didn’t have a choice You had to carve him like a piece of meat Seventeen days later, you’re sitting in the court They set you free, they knew they should acquit In spite of how you killed him, your self-defense was just The punishment you dealt him seemed to fit Parricide Justified
Started out with nothing except the urge to play Just me and my big ego gonna make it big one day I never had the money, I didn’t have a car I had to bust my ass at work to save for my guitars Born a Canadian Didn’t come from the USA The odds are all against me, nobody will defend me From bogus bands with cash who just can’t play American Luck Too bad we’re Canucks People think I’m famous but the thought is just absurd I’ve made a lot of albums but I don’t think that you’ve heard If I was American I guess I’d be a star A victim of the Great White North, completely battle scarred I’ve never been a big shot but the fact is that I’ve tried We’ve see our name in lights but we’re never satisfied Don’t live a life of luxury but hold on to your hopes Each time you buy my albums I can buy a pack of smokes
Pressure is building inside Strengthening desire to kill Tension rips through my veins Increasing hardcore hatred my will Angered, I reach in my coat My fingers find my weapon of brass Planting my fist in your face A violence fix, I’m kicking your ass Punch out your lights Fist fighting every night Fractured, your face Left you a total disgrace No one knows the life I’ve been living No one really fucking cares I used to try and mind my own business Until I saw society stare I took a look around at the world we both see And all I saw were losers and scum People living lives with no meaning Alcoholics sucking down rum Businessmen in suits with no purpose Politicians milking the crowd Family men just working their balls off Old folks with their TV’s too loud My parents wish that I was a doctor At least a person they could respect My parents want to know why I turned out wrong They want to know why I’m not correct All I can say is that I live my way And if that doesn’t satisfy you I’ll wear my pair of solid brass knuckles And I’ll use ‘em ‘til my time is through
Downtown Toronto, a Saturday night I’m looking to party ‘til dawn Just quit my job ‘cause I can’t take that bullshit I never look back once I’m gone I fought for my freedom, I’m nobody’s slave I’m just gonna answer to me If that doesn’t suit you then outta my way ‘Cause a goof doesn’t want to be free They warned me to never burn bridges behind me They told me that I was a fool I told them if living means working forever Then life has the stupidest rules Wake up at seven, you’re working at nine What sadist invented this scheme? Five out of seven each week of your life ‘Cause you’re working as part of a team Your boss is an asshole controlling your life Your paycheck your only concern What a disaster, you’re wasting your life Retiring once you’ve been burned I know you need money in order to live well But why should you work ‘til you’re dead? Burn up the bridges and find a way out That’s the smartest thing I’ve ever said
Concussion 02:24
I tell you that I’m brilliant, ‘cause I know more than you I tell you I’m not arrogant, because I know it’s true I tell you I’m a sadist, because I love to kill I tell you I’m an asshole, but I’ve got an iron will I tell you I’m a genius, and I control your life I tell you you’re not listening and stab you with my knife I tell you you’re a dying man, I tell you that you’re dead I tell you I’m a liar, don’t believe a word I said Accidental damage when I was just a tyke Head injury I suffered when I wiped out on my bike Concussion changed my attitude and now I live to hate Demented and disturbed, I try to free me from my fate I tell you I’m a preacher, and I will save your soul A born again evangelist, I’ve got a TV show I tell you “send your money”, redemption will be yours I say you haven’t sent enough, you’d better send some more I’ve made a giant fortune by conning all these fools The bible belters send the cash ‘cause they believe my rules No sympathy for morons, they really want to pay I told them I’m a liar but they listened anyway Evangelists and murderers are ruthless They seem different but they’re really the same In different ways they prey on all the weaklings In different ways they think it’s just a game Swaggart told the world he was sorry Bakker asked us all to forgive Knuckleheads still send in their money ‘Cause it’s the only way they know how to live
Yes, you loser, I caught up with you You didn’t think I knew where you lived You tried to hide but you couldn’t avoid The violent gift that I have to give You talk so tough when I’m not around Why can’t you look me straight in the eyes? Crush your skull with my boots of steel ‘Cause lying is a thing I despise I stomp your head I want you dead Dancing all over your face It never tasted better than this Kicking you head in, all over the place Your death is something I wouldn’t miss Force you, with hatred to swallow my fist The taste is something I won’t forget Deserter, you sold out my trust Now you’ll wish that we hadn’t met
The Pugilist 03:45
You said I was mad, you said I’m insane You said it couldn’t be done You want me to lose, you want me to die Don’t want me to ruin your fun I’m making a stand, I’m taking a chance I’m living the dreams I had I’ve got my own rules, and I’ll decide If they’re good or if they’re bad Live fast, die young If you stand in my way, if you get in my face You’ll meet the real me If you’re bringing me down, if you’re pissing me off You’ll be shocked at what you see I’ll write it in blood, I’ll pull out my blade I’ll carve it into you chest And it will appear, the message clear I am the Pugilist Emotional stress, you’ve put me through You put me to the test No sleep at night, awake for days You robbed me of my rest What kind of a fool, did you take me for? You thought I wouldn’t mind! Get out of my life, get out of my world I don’t need your fucking kind! I will pay you back in spades I will sharpen all my blades I’ll haunt you at night, I’ll terrorize I’ll phone but I won’t talk I’ll find you at work, I’ll find you at home I’ll find you around the block I will destroy, I’ll devastate You’ll live in misery I’ll rob you fun, I’ll steal your smile I’ll never let you be


1990's vicious slab of ferocious, infectious thrash includes 6 bonus live tracks and alternate mixes!

Deluxe reissues of three long out of print, classic Canadian thrash records! Each CD has been completely remastered, comes with super deluxe packaging and tons of unreleased bonus songs. A Canadian thrash institution for over 3 decades, Razor have toured the world with the likes of Slayer, Venom and Motorhead. These are 3 killer metal records from an iconic cult band finally getting the deluxe treatment they deserve!


released May 5, 2015

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