New Low Humans EP

by Shoutin' Preachin'

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released February 15, 2014

All songs written & performed by Shoutin’ Preachin’
Engineered & Mixed by Alex Bennett
Artwork by Tony Clifton
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Shoutin' Preachin's 5-track 12" 'NEW LOW HUMANS EP' is only available for purchase on vinyl. The digital files available here are ripped from a pressing of the vinyl and are a free download.

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Track Name: Go For Broke
No one living with no foresight
No one guiding with a torchlight
we climbing up the walls like,

all y'all brought your swords to the pen fight
most will call off the war when it's skin-tight

too close for comfort, causing the fickle to sweat
we burst live ammo from a beating chest

all everybody get wet,
whether you like it or not it's a motherfucking safe bet

feel the threat loom, that's an intro
can't put out the fire with old lingo

guns and things that go pop-blaow
that's what's happening when this shit breaks down

let them eat cake crowd, let them hear it loud
back up against the wall if we speak out

whether you're ready or not
when shit starts going off - you can't stop the rot

everybody part of the plot
everybody else gonna get a piece of what they got

that's the night of the snub noses
steel blades, shallow graves - all type explosives

on the real, when the balance is off,
it's a matter of time before the charade gets dropped

fuck a job, fuck a workload
go for broke, its the implode - hear the fucking bombs go

blaow!

pop-blaow!


this shit is all crooked, corrupt
staring at the idiot box like "what's up?!"
the talking head is not saying enough
so what the fuck - they're lining us up to get snuffed

this shit is all crooked, corrupt
staring at the idiot box like "what's up?!"
the talking head is not saying enough
so what the fuck - they're lining us up to get snuffed


high and dry are the great unwashed this year
big fence, barbed-wire to keep them clear

silver spoons got some first world probs to beare
all busy, all give ourselves a cheer

all dizzy from the pressure an shit
we just sit - frying slow on a spit

lying low with closed lips
for now just chuckle and smirk at pushed whips

better saddle up quick
or when shit kicks off you'll get fucked by the big dick

be prepared for the rift
or get pillaged by the tipped-scale kids when shit flips

ain't that a kick in the head?
some live it up while the rest all get left for dead

it's critical mass for the class gap
they should have figured it out, the powerless will get the last laugh

not a seer or a prophet
but the stakes are obvious, the workers won't drop it

can't stop shit - the firms deserve it
they're brutal with whips - the herds will curb it

call them out and get a new one ripped
no matter what's said they still tighten their grip

fucking straight up like a high-fade
all plebs are abandoned in the home of the slaves


this shit is all crooked, corrupt
staring at the idiot box like "what's up?!"
the talking head is not saying enough
so what the fuck - they're lining us up to get snuffed
Track Name: Escape The Threat
The great leader with cocked-brow be sacrificing cash-cows
so get the fuck out the way of where he's pushing his plow
backroom handshakes - they run the fucking world right now
multi-nati funded officials infiltrating your town

you misbehave? Party-policy, diminish the threat
after all, everybody just a pitiful pet
silhouettes out the window peering in on ya bed
obey the television set and everything that it said

we at a loss, illuminati got the world war won
shit is classified as fuck until they come with the guns
life is manufactured fun to keep ya mind of the glum
mind off the guns they make to keep the poor in the slums

we be the mongrel on the humble - fuck the thoroughbred,
sycophantic culture where incest is widespread
top of the pyramid from where the fuckin lies spread
the lies dead, see corporate flags flying over ya head


you better run! bounce! escape the threat!
you better run! bounce! escape the threat!
you better run! bounce! escape the threat!
you better run you better bounce and escape the threat


got no concern for no human rights
put up a fight and get a van parked outside ya house all night
dont fuck with big brother he's a tad uptight
put on ya blue dog collar - obey, be polite

flipping dogma from a book of old lies
control in disguise, book of bullshit that be drawing some flies
sick fucking culture where you conform to survive
you conform to reside and pay for the merchandise

out my naked eye i can see the high price of life
with a barb wire fence round perimeter outside
modern day king's castle where the peasants will arrive
to flush out the feudal structure operating on the inside

the whole systems sharpening axes, trying to cull off the pack
shit is a fact - systematically your mind get attacked
whistleblowers fucking with them get their asses jacked
tossed out back, '84 style - wiped off the map


run! bounce! escape the threat!
run! bounce! escape the threat!
run! bounce! escape the threat!
you better run you better bounce and escape the threat

when on the run, don't trip - never trip
we're on the run, don't trip - never trip

when on the run, don't trip - never trip
we're on the run, don't trip - never trip
Track Name: The Next Big Thing
Better run, don't trip
he's got a steady hand on it
an everybody else is taking off like rockets
with a casual deadpan, keep one hand in the pocket
anybody in the way can't stop it

marching through with the cock-back-click
just to pop that shit, better run and get the fuck on quick
thousand-yard-stare kids all lighting the same wick
shoot the gift like a box of coal for split wigs

they say crazy always had a blank stare
late shift, all day - it's sick, they reading off of a script
all channels all access, got rights? all get rich
cash cow, coy killers that snap just to flip

dead employees in the break room been shot to shit
there's a rumour he was fucked in the head and sick
everybody at the vigil with the candles lit
feed the next big thing with the fucked up spin


the next big thing, make way for the next big thing!
the next big thing, make way for the next big thing!
he's the next big thing, make way for the next big thing!
the next big thing, make way for the next big thing!


he's basically out to leave the whole place to waste
he'll kill them all in that way, with that look upon his face
he's space-y with an unmoved glare - at a casual pace
just enough to keep up with the chase

newscaster, ringmaster - got everybody all ears
furrowed brow down the lens, slow zoom in on the tears
capitalize on fear, legislate when the chance is near
exploit the whole bloody scene - get the crowd to cheer!

they want public disillusion 'cause they want you scared
they want you in the corner 'til you no longer care
dance around the truth - like they're fred astaire
erode your rights with the quiet sleight of hand, beware!

its that kind of systematic attitude, that makes a man crack
foot on the neck, while you're laying on your back
good employees don't trip, they don't slack, they go insane
wylin' out for a name, lone wolf out for fame!


the next big thing, make way for the next big thing!
the next big thing, make way for the next big thing!
he's the next big thing, make way for the next big thing!
the next big thing, make way for the next big thing!
Track Name: New Low Humans
New low humans, represent, represent
survival of the shittest, represent, represent
too busy to change plans - we set the precedent
fucked priorities got us drowning slowly in the quicksand

well behaved consumer, seed of baby boomer
obsessed with excess and getting things much sooner
fast food, iPhones and cancerous tumours
occupied in the mind with the low brow humour

lights, camera, action roll the damn laugh track out
live on the scene, its the narcissistics, no doubt
obeying all orders while the fucking ship goes down
products of a system that's speeding down the wrong route

from an early consuming, just putting on pounds
covet all attention, we self-indulgent sad clowns
life's a competition, good looks milk sacred cows
good hair, teeth, smiling down the lens with raised brow

know enough to know we're in a hole and how to dig out
but fuck it - we just squabble throwing bombs and blame around
it ain't a just world at all - no karma, no doubt
prime concern is to earn, like fuck everybody else!

we're hitting new lows


new low humans set the new low precedent
survival of the shittest, represent, represent

new low humans set the new low precedent
survival of the shittest, represent, represent

new low humans set the new low precedent
survival of the shittest, represent, represent

new low humans set the new low precedent
survival of the shittest, represent, represent


new low humans voluntarily put on the chains
sell off the rights like its a game, no shame in the vain
gone from running free in the wild plains,
to just slaves running from freedom for material gain

so kick along and maintain - it aint a fair game anymore
we institutionalised to be ashamed of being poor
success as a measure of importance is flawed
as if existence is defined by financial reward

and all resistance is denied for the popular cause
as if its all fair, and everybody's par for the course
of course everybody alive thinks their mind is the source
of all existence and life, so they're expecting awards,

and accolades - like it's a just world, so good shit must happen
society ain't as balanced as the image that it's selling
placing high expectations on the roses we're smelling
high as shit on some culture that's morally repellent

where the fucking misanthropes at? where they dwelling?
get a fucking job is what your fellow hoi polloi be yelling
get annoyed by the ploys to keep buying the best selling
we joe public gullible fuckwits for not rebelling

we're hitting new lows


new low humans set the new low precedent
survival of the shittest, represent, represent

new low humans set the new low precedent
survival of the shittest, represent, represent

new low humans set the new low precedent
survival of the shittest, represent, represent

new low humans set the new low precedent
survival of the shittest, represent, represent


represent, represent!


try to stay on point and on the level we strive
gotta be the biggest asshole to stay alive
Track Name: Withdrawals
He's a lost soul that most don't wanna know
trouble always charging through with the mischief in tow
from no known home, the seed to a tree never grown
he'll probably end up drowning in a gutter all alone

and i guess, that's an endgame thats prone
to happen to a loose cannon playing bad to the bone
tell him watch where you step, for you trip and get thrown
off the edge of the cliff, right where you perched your throne

trouble doomed to end up, disowned and on his own
best to be fucking prepared for the cyclone
always bring the drama with him wherever he go
life of loose ends, burnt bridges and unpaid loans

just a bunch of question marks, a series of unknowns
often on the run and rolling with the rebel M.O
always bragging, always out to represent that mode
walk with a pompous swagger 'til his shameless head explode


will not settle down - he never making ground trouble always on the inbound

he can not settle down - never making ground trouble always hanging around

will not settle down - he never making ground trouble always on the inbound

he can not settle down - never making ground trouble always hanging around


A hell-raiser with intent that you couldn't decode
always out of control - breakdowns and public episodes
spirited asshole - big dog on the scene
drinking, smoking things like deaths a wet dream

living without thinking - that's life on the seams
drinking piss and throwing fits seems to be the main theme
the daily regime to prove he is the most extreme
paddling upstream - medicate for self esteem

or dabbling in crime spree
the ringleader of a team - their creed be life aint cheap its free
live it up - on a dead end street with one guarantee,
'cause apparently the only way out is as dead meat

inhalants in a bag to breathe, and then to cough and wheeze
his habitat full of trash and loose debris
lying in an alley off back-street in cold degrees
get so high - one last breath - his heart seize


will not settle down - he never making ground trouble always on the inbound

he can not settle down - never making ground trouble always hanging around

will not settle down - he never making ground trouble always on the inbound

he can not settle down - never making ground trouble always hanging around


settle down now, settle down

settle down