Hey, I've decided to release all the other songs from my album onto Newgrounds. Some of you may recognize some riffs in these tunes as riffs in some of my 8-bit work - infact, I wrote these, and then reworked parts of them into chiptune down the line. So while the 8-bit versions were published first, you could consider some of these songs the "Original Version" of certain tunes.

This song dates back to when I first started listening to hardcore punk a few years ago. I didn't really understand it so well at first - I loved Nervous Breakdown, because it was essentially the fantasy sound I was searching fruitlessly through disposable garage rock singles for. In the end, I resolved to write a song in the style, and it just felt so much more natural and right than playing Metal or Rock ever did for me.

I actually ended up taking it to my band to play - I was the drummer, and I usually helped write the songs - and our bass player loved it because he was super into hardcore already. Our guitar player, however, was a staunch metalist, and refused to play it, so that was that. I ended up dusting it off for this little project, and I wrote some lyrics just based on the kinds of things that go on in the backroads of the area I live.

All instruments and vocals were done by me. I'm not an amazing singer, but it's not like I was gonna get anyone else to do it, so I did it myself.

Here are the lyrics :

Henry woke up in the trunk of a car

With a headache and seeing stars

His hands were tied behind his back

He's an old school slinging machine

Cutting his white and money clean

But now it seems he's been attacked

He'd worked for so many years

Through the blood and sweat and tears

But now he's run out of time

He'd dealt in snowfield fluff

To the push that kind of tricky stuff

But now it's his time to die

Henry wasn't sure when they had stopped

All that he knew was when trunk door popped

He was out in the desert fields

They dragged Henry out and stood him up

Then they cocked their hammers after loading up

And he was shot just outside of Thermal

He'd worked for so many years

Through the blood and sweat and tears

But now he's run out of time

He'd dealt in snowfield fluff

To the push that kind of tricky stuff

But now he's fucking died