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'''Track Listing:'''
Side A:
Smut
Side B:
Tied Up
'''Performers:'''
[[Norman L. Minnick, Jr.|Buzz Minnick]] - vocals
[[Michael Brent Borich|Mike Borich]] - guitar
[[Mark Von Tuazon]] - drums
[[Russel Glen Sohm|Rusty Sohm]] - bass
'''Lyrics'''
''"Smut"''
My frame stands erect, the sin i have become, mytaste is on the wood where i lay devour the salt and you shall become what you are told is wrong, lock yourself in, cleanse your filthy skin, cringe at the sight of my smut
'''"Tied Up"'''
Now it's time to live, love, hope and hurt one another, blood is going to spill and time is going to tell what is going to happen to me, don't tell me that just make me pray and go into a world of your own where your dirty little mind explodes with lust and screams of passion and fear

Revision as of 14:47, 18 October 2005

Bush League: Smut 7"
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Record Label: Better Days Records
Recorded By: Tim
Released: 1992
Out of Print: Yes
Formats: Seven Inch

Track Listing:

Side A:

Smut

Side B:

Tied Up

Performers:

Buzz Minnick - vocals

Mike Borich - guitar

Mark Von Tuazon - drums

Rusty Sohm - bass

Lyrics

"Smut"

My frame stands erect, the sin i have become, mytaste is on the wood where i lay devour the salt and you shall become what you are told is wrong, lock yourself in, cleanse your filthy skin, cringe at the sight of my smut

"Tied Up"

Now it's time to live, love, hope and hurt one another, blood is going to spill and time is going to tell what is going to happen to me, don't tell me that just make me pray and go into a world of your own where your dirty little mind explodes with lust and screams of passion and fear