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Lock, lock, lock, lock, lock the door, baby
Killer's here and it's a horror story
Lock, lock, lock, you better lock the door, baby
The killer's here and it's gonna get goryHit, hit, hit, hit, hit the lights
'Cause I'm way, way, way too drunk tonight
Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit the lights
'Cause I'm way too drunk to run tonightBlood in my hair, blood on my speakers
Blood in the shot glass, blood on my speakers
Blood in the hallway, blood on my t-shirt
He's in the backroom dressed as the reaperHouse full of horrors, house full of people
Lock all the doors, kids are hanging from the bleachers
House full of horrors, house full of people
You're not gonna make it to the sequel

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For The Orwells, Remember When will be an introduction of sorts—the 12-track rat-race shows the band’s repertoire of pranging riffs and sneering, snot-nosed vocals. The tracks are a walloping war-cry from a generation that up until this point has only offered bubblegum pop—the animus of The Orwells. It’s quite clear early on the in listening to the LP that the band is well aware of the past, the homage rings through the record, using the ghost of punk’s past as their musical sprit guide.

Read more about The Orwells on Last.fm.


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