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Rabbit Junk is the one man project of JP Anderson (known
from the underground digital hardcore band The Shizit).
Taking familiar influences into unfamiliar territory,
Anderson melds Digital Hardcore, Industrial, Punk, Metal
and 80s new wave into a new sound he calls Hardclash. The
band released their self-titled first album Rabbit Junk in
1998, which showcased a harder sound than The Shizit. In
2005, the band released the followup REframe, which
showcases even heavier sound and influences from different
styles such as Black Metal and Japanese Punk-Techno-Metal
band The Mad Capsule Markets.
On August, 30th Rabbit Junk contributed the song
"Industrial IS Dead" to the Glitch Mode contemplation CD
Hordes of the Elite. The song expresses the band's dislike
of the cu More...
Rabbit Junk Lyrics List:
(Submit New Rabbit Junk Lyrics)Civilized LyricsCrutch LyricsDemons LyricsFebruary War LyricsFingaprints LyricsI Vote Bolshevik Lite LyricsIn The Service Of The Enemy LyricsIn Your Head No One Can Hear You Scream LyricsIndustrial Is Dead LyricsInside My House LyricsIso Vs Life LyricsMillennial Pox LyricsNot Owned LyricsOld Heroes Young Villains LyricsOrange Laces LyricsPlastical LyricsPunkass LyricsSlater LyricsStart The Riot LyricsThe Beating Track LyricsThe Best Revenge LyricsThe Big Push LyricsTo All Good Night LyricsWalking On The Moon LyricsWashout Lyrics (Submit New Rabbit Junk Lyrics)
Review about Rabbit Junk
February War | Reviewer: JP's bunny girl 666
------ About the song February War performed by Rabbit Junk
Standing on the curb, wasting my life, wait for a bus
The 36 was full the 13 was late, I think I've had enough
Standing in the corr, that seat was mine, I said what the fuck
Pray to the gods they show me pity and beam me up,
but I know I'm stuck so I read my book I wish for better, better luck!
Who are these people, what are these customs, what is this language, I don’t understand
I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I feel the wind on my face, I am not of this
Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright
I finally got myself a seat, by the homeless guy, who been smoking crack,
He said his name was Phil and this was the bus he’s gonna hi-jack,
I had to ask would it be too much to drive me home, he said where to I didn’t know because I've never ever known.
Who are these people? I don’t understand!
I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I feel the wind on my face, I am not of this
Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright
I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I feel the wind on my face, I am not of this land
I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I feel the wind on my face, I am not of this!
Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god, for making me alright
Yea eh eh eh, GO!
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