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by Strong Like Woman

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released 02 April 2011
Written, produced, performed and recorded by KAPtN.AtAK at Jaguar Shark, Seattle Wa.

Mixed by Micheal B. Lerner at Two Sticks Audio, Seattle Wa. (Tracks 1-3)

Song of Opportunity mixed by KAPtN.AtAK at Jaguar Shark.

Track 5 Produced and mixed by Jason "Jazzyspoon" Potoroff. www.jazzyspoon.com

Tracks 1-3, 5 Mastered by Jazzyspoon
Track 4 Mastered by John McCaig at panicStudios

Guest Artists:

Marian Ladenberg/G. Champagne (You Yell You Kick) vocals on "Long live the sons of god" and "Contact". www.myspace.com/youyellyoukick

Irene Barber, Samantha Wood, Chrysti Harrison and Jamie Hellgate (Eighteen Individual Eyes) - group vocals on "Long live the sons of god" and "Contact" and "No one else has to die". eighteenindividualeyes.com

B. Jackson (Denelian) shot gun religion choir on "Long live the sons of god", group vocals on "Contact". www.myspace.com/denelian

Matthew McDowell (Hair Envelope) - tilinko flute and slide guitar on "Song of Opportunity". www.myspace.com/hairenvelope

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Track Name: Long Live The Sons Of God (Radio Edit)
I can justify my SUV. I make myself believe its for the kids, they’re safer now.
but do I believe? do I believe a truck can save them?

splash the water on my brow, take a dip for god.
I watch them applaud. I’ll have my fifteen minutes...

put it on. the smile I wish I felt. and never let them know how I cope.
I’ll help myself regret myself. take on my gender role.

its easier to forget your ideals, and take it hook line and sinker
I brace myself for guilt. then erase it with dark beer.

I’ve always thought I was fair. I held my mom in high esteem.
now I’ve been given a choice. to move into a mans dream...

with the bible as my weapon, I can strike out at the world.
whoever deviates from scripture will have to contend with my shot gun religion

this new sense of power is hard to swallow at first.
but the hordes of willing women make it seem like the right thing to do.

am really the king of my castle? with my wife like a maid to serve me?
well I’ll keep her on the treadmill and keep her popping out those babies.

my daughters are all sexy, learning the ways of a loving wife.
my sons don’t yet know their fortune, that holding sway is their god given right.

soon enough they’ll grow up to take a woman for themselves
they’ll be sure to get the ones that’ll serve them well

as savior of my family... high priest. they serve me like their master
but its a small price to pay for peace and to survive the coming disaster

long live the sons of god!

long live the sons of god!

long live the sons of god!

and fuck everyone else.
Track Name: No One Else Has To Die
Have you been here before? Outside a locked door.
Looking through a window at a party that’s not yours?
Well I can say that I have. I took fate in my hands
and grabbed a stick of dynamite and struck a match and that’s all.
Now I party inside with all the folks left alive
and let me tell you infiltration never tasted so good
Now I’m a part of the crowd, now no one locks me out
and that’s the way I like it, no one else has to die!

die die dee die die, die die dee die
Now no one else has to die
die die dee die die, die die dee die
Now no one else has to die

I never imagined the day, I’d look at you straight in the face
I’ve made friends with all the cool kids, they’ve got me sayin’ “hooray”
I think my lifes better now, I’ve got it all figured out
no more silence, no more violence, no one else has to die!

die die dee die die, die die dee die
Now no one else has to die
die die dee die die, die die dee die
Now no one else has to die

Have you been here before? Outside a locked door.
Now no one else has to die
Well I can say that I have. I took fate in my hands
Now no one else has to die
Now I party inside with all the folks left alive
Now no one else has to die
Now I’m a part of the crowd, now no one locks me out
Now no one else has to die
Track Name: Contact
If you’re home all alone and you’re on the telephone
you’re makin’ contact.
or if you’re out at the club and you’re shakin’ your stuff,
you’re makin’ contact.

Contact? Contact!!

Contact is the reason, is the answer, whenever you’re lonely.
Contact is salvation, it’s in your radio when everyone loves you.

you’ve gotten his attention and you’re waiting for him to mention
he wants some contact.
four wheels to the road, burn some rubber take him home,
to make some contact...

Contact? Contact!!

Contact is the reason, is the answer, whenever you’re lonely.
Contact is salvation, it’s in your radio when everyone loves you.

You can’t pretend, you want to win! Contact.
You can’t hold back, you must attack! Contact.
You can’t be subtle, you love the trouble! Contact.
You can’t escape it, you have to make it!!!..... Cccccccccccccc...

Contact is the reason, is the answer, whenever you’re lonely.
Contact is salvation, it’s in your radio when everyone loves you.

Contact is the reason, is the answer, whenever you’re lonely.
Contact is salvation, it’s in your radio when everyone loves you.

Contact? Contact!!
Whenever you’re lonely
Contact? Contact!!
it’s in your radio.
Track Name: Song Of Opportunity
Come on every one.
It's time to sing along.
To the song, song, song of opportunity.

Who's that callin'? (opportunity)
Who's that knockin'? (opportunity)
Friends and lovers. (opportunity!)
And your enemies. (opportunity!)


Come on every one.
It's time to sing along.
To the song, song, song of opportunity.
Track Name: Long Live The Sons Of God (Jazzyspoon Remix)
I can justify my SUV. I make myself believe its for the kids, they’re safer now.
but do I believe? do I believe a truck can save them?

splash the water on my brow, take a dip for god.
I watch them applaud. I’ll have my fifteen minutes...

put it on. the smile I wish I felt. and never let them know how I cope.
I’ll help myself regret myself. take on my gender role.

its easier to forget your ideals, and take it hook line and sinker
I brace myself for guilt. then erase it with dark beer.

I’ve always thought I was fair. I held my mom in high esteem.
now I’ve been given a choice. to move into a mans dream...

with the bible as my weapon, I can strike out at the world.
whoever deviates from scripture will have to contend with my shot gun religion

this new sense of power is hard to swallow at first.
but the hordes of willing women make it seem like the right thing to do.

am really the king of my castle? with my wife like a maid to serve me?
well I’ll keep her on the treadmill and keep her popping out those babies.

it feels so good to come home after work at the end of the day.
I look forward to my dinner and nightly fuck with no foreplay.

I can cum, then sleep while she turns down the covers.
not a care in my head, this life of just one lover...

its good to know what i say goes. she doesn’t question my holy word
I grow fat on life while she’s still as skinny as a high school girl

my daughters are all sexy, learning the ways of a loving wife.
my sons don’t yet know their fortune, that holding sway is their god given right.

soon enough they’ll grow up to take a woman for themselves
they’ll be sure to get the ones that’ll serve them well

as savior of my family... high priest. they serve me like their master
but its a small price to pay for peace and to survive the coming disaster

long live the sons of god!

long live the sons of god!

long live the sons of god!

and fuck everyone else.