Equal Opportunity Apocalypse

by Balls Capone

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All songs performed by Balls Capone:

Patrick Neville - Vocals/Guitar
Jimmy Lauscher - Vocals/Guitar
Max Muscolino - Bass
Evan Powell - Drums/Percussion

Featuring Jimi Magnole on Harp and Lead guitar in "Bad Dreams" - recorded at Studio K Productions by Carl Catalano.

Additional Vocals on "Coke Spoons and Ladies Rooms" by David Evanoff.

Recorded and Mixed at Counterpoint Studios in Salt Lake City, Utah. Engineered by David Evanoff of David Evanoff Sound Designs.
(www.davidevanoff.com)

Mastered by Cameron J. Henry at Welcome to 1979 Studios in Nashville, TN. (welcometo1979.com)

Produced by Patrick Neville

All songs ©2017 Patrick Neville / Balls Capone, God & Nixon originally written by Dean Mong - Used with permission. Additional writing credits to JJ Neville (Truth Never Bothered and Bombs & Guns), Steve Zimmerman (Bombs & Guns), and John Neville (Lyrics for Cat Man Blue)

Album Art Work by Mia Williams and Becky Neville

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released May 4, 2017

Max would like to thank:

The Moms, The Dad, his dog Bootsy, Shawn Walker, and the crew at House Of Guitars in Salt Lake City, Utah. (www.guitarzip.com)

Pat would like to thank:

Everyone, My band mates for helping me make this a rocking reality, Jimi Magnole for adding awesomeness, My family for supporting me, my work for putting up with me (and still paying me), music, all my friends, and the many folks and animals in the wild world of rock n roll.

Jimmy would like to thank:

My band mates, Mia Williams, my Mom and Dad, The Guitar Czar, Dave Evanoff, Salt Lake City, and my Dogs. (www.guitarczar.com)

Evan would like to thank:

Everyone and Everything

This has been a bucket list item for me for a very long time. I created this band specifically to make this album and it has branched into a wonderful band and is starting to go much further than I ever expected. We're playing shows, learning new material, and are going to continue on past the album and on to the next one.

Thank you all for being part of it.

Thank you for listening to it or buying it!

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Track Name: Nobody Else
Nobody Else
by: Patrick N. Neville

So Selfish
So So Selfish

There was a time I went away
But I never thought that it would go that way
There was a reason why things went wrong
I never knew you could be so strong

You've got to love yourself
Because you love nobody else

There was a time that I pushed you away
But I never thought that it would go that way
There was no reason that things went wrong
I never knew you could be so strong

You've got to love yourself
You've got to love
You've got to love yourself
Because you love nobody else

Oh no? But You've got to love yourself
You've got to love
Yourself...........because you love nobody else

So Selfish
Track Name: Bad Dreams (Feat. Jimi Magnole)
Bad Dream by Patrick N. Neville

Troubles on the move
nothin left to say
troubles on the move
and its a headin my way

Just ain't in the mood
Can't seem to create
So I'll sit and sing the blues
It's something I can't ever fake

Because its a bad dream, baby
but I'm awake
its like a bad dream baby
but I'm awake

Nothin' left to do
I drank up all my booze
The pills just won't do
Such a waste
and I hate the taste

Just can't get in the groove
something in the air today?
So I'll sit and sing the blues
It's something I can't ever fake

Because its a bad dream, baby
but I'm awake
its like a bad dream baby
but I'm awake
Track Name: What Our Was
What Our Was
by: Patrick N. Neville

I'm breaking freely
like me or we?
caught up and stumbled
we, I cannot see

Lost time in stagnant
Caught in the dream
Pieces and fragments
Like smoke in the breeze

(Chorus)
Looking back how far I've come
So much should have been undone
Surely as all this undoes
I will see
Just what our was
yes, what our was

I feel that feeling
Another one of these
I give completely
you, me, us? are we?

Like a lit candle
I slowly burn
the cards on the table
Which do I turn?

(Chorus)
Looking back how far I'd gone
can't believe that this was wrong
But surely as all this undoes
I will see
Just what our was
yes, what our was

Down goes the anger
Infected weak
Tried to be something
I cannot be

I'm coming dreaming
but its not me
lost in the feeling
Wherever Can Our be?

(Chorus)
Looking back I missed the turn
all those lessons never learned
But surely as all this undoes
You will see, you will see
Just what our was
yes, what our was
Track Name: Left Behind
Left Behind - By Patrick N. Neville

There's a bog inside
cold dark alone
the place where the good times die

So grab your chain of memories
and pull it round the winch
to drag 'em from deep inside

But is this the solution?
dissolution and solitary exclusion?
but if it's just that time of season
there really isn't a reason

it's nothing but
a sticky revolting mess
as you wipe the mud from it's eyes
a stinking mummy of memory
you've clutched to your chest
was it worth all that time?

There's certainly no distinction
no colors, hue or any definition
but if it's just that time of season
there really isn't a reason

We all get lost sometimes
We just get lost sometimes
When you hide
and search the bog of life
for what you left behind

So there it is, you got it back
now go and show your friends
A disturbing puppet show
Moments come, there they go
and then they slowly die
and sink into the mire

You cant see her face or hear the words she said
you cant live in the past
and you cant reanimate the dead
but if its just that time of season
you really don't need a reason

We all get lost sometimes
We just get lost sometimes
When you hide
and search the bog of life
for what you left behind
Track Name: Truth Never Bothered
Truth Never Bothered To Care - a song by P.N. Neville

Don't you understand?
You've gotta pay to play
You've' got a lot to learn my friend
"A lot to learn?" so you say

I told you once or twice
The truth will set you free
You never cared to listen, my friend
You never could listen to me

You think that you know it all
But you know nothing at all
You think that you've got it made
Don’t you?
You gotta be so...
You are the only one who
Never bothered to care too much you
Never bothered to be so damn you
You never bothered
Truth never bothered to care


Came back last night
To see if you were alive
You're face down on the kitchen floor
with your dick out and that look in your eyes

Don't you understand?
You got no control
You've got to face the fact, my friend
You're no longer 21 years old

You think that you've got it all
But you've got nothing at all
You think that you've got it made
Don't you?
You gotta be so...
You are the only one who
Never bothered to care too much you
Never bothered and it's so damn true
You never bothered
Truth never bothered to care

*SOLO*

Don't you understand?
You've got no control
You've got a lot to learn, my friend
"blah blah blah", so you say

I told you once or twice
Truth will set you free
You never cared to listen, my friend
You'd rather make a new enemy

But you think that you've got it all
But you've got nothing at all
You think that you've got it made
Don't you?
You gotta be so...
You are the only one who
Never bothered to care too much you
Never bothered to be, so damn you
You never bothered
Truth never bothered to care
Track Name: God & Nixon
God & Lyrics - Originally By Dean Mong, (edited Patrick Neville version) - Used with permission.

McGovern was a commie fag
On Veteran's Day I fly my flag
Late at night I stand up from screwing
When 'The Star Spangled Banner' comes on

I belong to the KKK
Friday's our cross burnin' day
Lynchin' liberals ain't legal
but it sure is fun

I believe in God and Nixon
Holy Rollers and ticket fixing
The Righteous, they above the law
I believe in Billy Graham
My favorite uncle's still Uncle Sam
Kill hippies with my chain saw
Eat apple pie (and your mother too!)

I get my kicks off killin' deer
I spend my nighttime drinkin' beer
I stand up and cheer
when they talk about droppin' the bomb

I come home from the construction site
I go home to my TV at night
My TV's broken
So I sit around and oil my guns

I believe in God and Nixon
Holy Rollers and ticket fixing
The Righteous, they above the law
I believe in Billy Graham
My favorite uncle's still Uncle Sam
Kill hippies with my chain saw
Eat apple pie (and your mother too!)

Dr. Spock is a big fat zero
John Wayne is still my hero
I tried marijuana once
but I got sick

I get my hair cut once a week
I wear my wingtips till they squeak
Brylcream aint never
done anybody no harm
(Brylcream-a little dab will do ya, try some, especially in your pubic hair!)

I believe in God and Nixon
Holy Rollers and ticket fixing
The Righteous, they above the law
I believe in Billy Graham
My favorite uncle's still Uncle Sam
Kill hippies with my chain saw
Eat apple pie (and your mother too!)
Track Name: The Business
The Business - by Patrick N. Neville

I am your great white leader
on the top of the spire
with 5000 dollar suits and a I'm damn good liar
The man up in the office with that stone cold stare
I see that you're in need but I just don't care
go ahead and look into my eyes if you really dare
but I think you'll find there really isn't anything there
but the business

it's really all that I know
Now your part of the business
Congratulations, asshole

Old Tom he's been working here for 30 years
I love to sit and laugh and fan the flames of his fears
it doesn't really matter though he'll do what he's told
he's been in that position since he was 25 years old
I push on him illusions that someday he'll retire
but what he doesn't know is he's about to be fired
from the business

And that's just the way that it goes
When your part of the business
Under my total control

Young Larry had a few kids and a beautiful wife
he just bought a bigger home what a wonderful life
So I promoted Larry Stuck him under my knife
Now he's screaming at his kids and beating up on his wife
He's started doing cocaine as his sanity goes
He's left here all alone while blood runs down his nose
from the business

There's nowhere that he can go
When you're part of my business
The rest just goes up his nose

A new girl started yesterday at the front desk
A platinum blond leather face with plastic breasts
All the guys up in the office think of her as a prize
she peruses her selection, dollar signs in her eyes
I see the way she looks at me most all of the time
I get her in the limo and give her a few lines
She doesn't know that I'm just slowly biding my time
and before she knows it she's down working free overtime
on my business

There is no where that you can go
So keep your mind on my business
Congratulations, asshole.
Track Name: Coke Spoons and Ladies Rooms
Cocaine Spoons and Ladies Rooms - By Patrick Neville

Once upon a time you were a daddy's girl
a little princess in her feather bed
But now your in someones car
giving twenty dollar head
Party in the ladies room
You gotta pee so bad
Got it in your corset
Sorry babe but it's gonna burn

You've got a bastard coming to you
To manipulate things inside your head
you've got a bastard coming to you
To manipulate things inside your head

baby, you ain't getting younger
Up there on your little stage
I understand the concept
Bent back as your body begs
you got it in your hair
you got it in your bed
I never loved you, baby
Just the dumpster in your head

you've got a bastard coming to you
To manipulate things inside your head
you've got a bastard coming to you
To manipulate things inside your head
Track Name: Bombs & Guns
Bombs & Guns - by: Patrick N. Neville and Steven Q. Zimmerman

Another Year, another fear, another white house war
All the sons and daughters that exist no more
politics, money games, and taxes poorly spent
It'll all be gone in a couple of years
we'll never know where it went

Its for the..
Bombs and Guns
The hand of doom
They're gonna have they're fun
Gonna make the whole wide world
Go boom

Mom and Dad look on as their boy's leave
It's all the same, no matter what you believe
To turn the engines for the big machine
We got biological agents and Uranium to deplete

all for the..
Bombs and Guns
The hand of doom
They're gonna have they're fun
Gonna make the whole wide world
Go boom

You got a job, you got a girl
So what the hell do you care?
You didn't vote, don't complain
But you got 3 kids up the stairs
no time to think
so much going on in your life
So sip your Macchiato baby
and have some sugar with your lies

all for the..
Bombs and Guns
The hand of doom
They're gonna have they're fun
Gonna make the whole wide world
Go boom
Track Name: Cat Man Blue
Cat Man Blue
by: Patrick N. Neville and John J. Neville

Cat man waling in the dead of night, starring at a bank and looking for a fight
Nothing to do, got holes in my shoes, Might as well try, got nothing to lose
Guns and needles, crack and pills sliding down that long dark hill
Search for truth, but only found lies, don't fear nothing not afraid to die

I'm not afraid to die....

Night falls fast on the steamy streets, Eyes wide open can't find my sleep
Look at a cop with a stare and a glimpse, Don't stand a chance lest I take a risk
Feeling the heat, got a piece in my jeans, Piece of steel, got me feeling mean
Ready to Act, got nothing but time. rats and roaches and long white lines
Blind man walking in the front of a store, neon lights and blackeyed whores

Oh the black eyed whores, watch you're every move....

Time to act, Walk through the door, teller counting from an unlocked drawer
Cash flows fast like a sea of green, river flows to the land of the free
Pull a gun and start to yell, swear to the banker I'll send her to hell
Fill the bag with dark green bills, Start to run up the steamy hills.

Oh those steamy hills, where you'll never know....

Mom comes home and hears the news, man shot dead with holes in his shoes
She sees the clip and starts to cry, kids go hungry but don't ask why
One more story, theres a thousand more, where the ragged people and the black eyed whores
An American dream in the land of the free, people watch but they never see

No, they never see...........go watch your TV.