Papa Roach

If anyone can write an infectious sing- and slam-along song about divorce, suicide or ADD, its Papa Roach and the band's aggro singer, Coby Dick. The fearsome foursome take disturbing emotions and experiences and vent via such intense tunes as "Last Resort," "Broken Home" and "Between Angels and Insects." One look at Dick, guitarist Jerry Horton, bassist Tobin Esperance and drummer David Buckner-and it's clear this hardcore Cali bunch have survived what they sing about.
"Lyrically, what really inspired me is my own life, or situations my friends are in," begins Dick. "Like 'Broken Home' was hard for me to write. Lyrically, P-Roach is my counseling. I still have a side that is responsible-a side that knows what's right and wrong-and I have my punk rock, fuck everything side." Onstage, the latter side is evident, as Dick dives into the crowd and goes off onstage. "I'm off the hook at shows... I've done some stupid things that we won't go into, I mean, our lawyer was going, 'you can't be doing that,' but I've also hugged a million fucking kids."

With Infest, the band's debut album for Dreamworks Records, they've also sold a few million fucking records. And the disc is showing no signs of slowing down, a string of indie releases dating back to 1995 only cementing P Roach's commitment and credibility. Plus, as one of their early CD titles says, the band members are "Old Friends From Young Years." "We're a team," stresses Dick. "This band is a democracy. Some bands are like, 'we just fired our guitar player.' We don't do that shit. We're family. It's not a business, really it's family home team."

Not that they're super-happy cheerleaders. "We can't agree on a whole lot except the music and the band. We're all actually real different people," Dick concludes, adding with a laugh: "As far as philosophies, we're all different and fucked up in the head! But amazingly enough, [Papa Roach] is where we come together."

Last Resort

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort,
Suffocation no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding

This is my last resort

Cut my life into pieces
I've reached my last resort,
Suffocation no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding
Do you even care if I die pleading
Would it be wrong, would it be right
If I took my life tonight,
Chances are that I might
Mudilation outa sight
and I'm contimplating suicide

CHORUS:
'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Nothing's alright, nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying

I never realized I was spread too thin
Till it was too late and I was empty within
Hungry, feeding on my chaos and living in sin
Downward spiral, where do i begin
It all started when i lost my mother
No love for myself and no love for another
Searching to find a love upon a higher level
finding nothing but QUESTIONS AND DEVILS

CHORUS

I can't go on living this way
Repeat First Verse

CHORUS

The Difference Between Angels & Insects

There's no money
There's no possessions
Only obsessions
I dont need that shit
Take my money
Take my obsession

I just wanna be heard
Loud and clear are my words
Coming from within
Man, tell 'em what you heard
It's about a revolution in your heart
And in your mind
You cant find the conclusion
Lifestyle and obsession
Daimond rings get you nothing
But a life-long lesson
And you're pocket book stressin'
You're a slave to the system
Working jobs that you hate
For that shit you dont need
It's too bad the world is based on greed
Step back and stop thinking 'bout yourself
Start thinking about

CHORUS:
There's no money, There's no possession
Only obsession, I dont need that shit
Take my money, Take my possesions
Take my obsession, I dont need that shit

'Cause everything is nothing
And emptiness is in everything
This reality is just really just a fucked up dream
With the flesh and the blood
That you call your soul
Flip it inside out, it's a big black hole
Take your money, burn it up like an asteroid
Possessions they are never gonna fill the void
Take it away and learn the best lesson
The heart, the soul, the life, the passion

CHORUS

Present yourself, press your clothes
Comb your hair and clock in
You just can't win, just can't win
The things you own, own you

fuck your money
fuck your posession
fuck your obsession
i don't need that shit
fuck your money
fuck your posession
fuck your obsession
i don't need that shit

CHORUS


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		Infest - Papa Roach's most recent released album - Great CD includes these great songs - 1 Infest 4:09 (Papa Roach) 2 Last Resort 3:19 (Papa Roach) 3 Broken Home 3:41 (Papa Roach) 4 Dead Cell 3:06 (Papa Roach) 5 Between Angels and Insects 3:54 (Papa Roach) 6 Blood Brothers 3:33 (Papa Roach) 7 Revenge 3:42 (Papa Roach) 8 Snakes 3:29 (Papa Roach) 9 Never Enough 3:35 (Papa Roach) 10 Binge 3:47 (Papa Roach) 11 Thrown Away



		About Papa Roach If anyone can write an infectious sing- and slam-along song about divorce, suicide or ADD, its Papa Roach and the band's aggro singer, Coby Dick. The fearsome foursome take disturbing emotions and experiences and vent via such intense tunes as "Last Resort," "Broken Home" and "Between Angels and Insects." One look at Dick, guitarist Jerry Horton, bassist Tobin Esperance and drummer David Buckner-and it's clear this hardcore Cali bunch have survived what they sing about. "Lyrically, what really inspired me is my own life, or situations my friends are in," begins Dick. "Like 'Broken Home' was hard for me to write. Lyrically, P-Roach is my counseling. I still have a side that is responsible-a side that knows what's right and wrong-and I have my punk rock, fuck everything side." Onstage, the latter side is evident, as Dick dives into the crowd and goes off onstage. "I'm off the hook at shows... I've done some stupid things that we won't go into, I mean, our lawyer was going, 'you can't be doing that,' but I've also hugged a million fucking kids." With Infest, the band's debut album for Dreamworks Records, they've also sold a few million fucking records. And the disc is showing no signs of slowing down, a string of indie releases dating back to 1995 only cementing P Roach's commitment and credibility. Plus, as one of their early CD titles says, the band members are "Old Friends From Young Years." "We're a team," stresses Dick. "This band is a democracy. Some bands are like, 'we just fired our guitar player.' We don't do that shit. We're family. It's not a business, really it's family home team." Not that they're super-happy cheerleaders. "We can't agree on a whole lot except the music and the band. We're all actually real different people," Dick concludes, adding with a laugh: "As far as philosophies, we're all different and fucked up in the head! But amazingly enough, [Papa Roach] is where we come together." LYRICS Last Resort Cut my life into pieces This is my last resort, Suffocation no breathing Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding This is my last resort Cut my life into pieces I've reached my last resort, Suffocation no breathing Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding Do you even care if I die pleading Would it be wrong, would it be right If I took my life tonight, Chances are that I might Mudilation outa sight and I'm contimplating suicide CHORUS: 'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Nothing's alright, nothing is fine I'm running and I'm crying I never realized I was spread too thin Till it was too late and I was empty within Hungry, feeding on my chaos and living in sin Downward spiral, where do i begin It all started when i lost my mother No love for myself and no love for another Searching to find a love upon a higher level finding nothing but QUESTIONS AND DEVILS CHORUS I can't go on living this way Repeat First Verse CHORUS



		The Difference Between Angels & Insects There's no money There's no possessions Only obsessions I dont need that shit Take my money Take my obsession I just wanna be heard Loud and clear are my words Coming from within Man, tell 'em what you heard It's about a revolution in your heart And in your mind You cant find the conclusion Lifestyle and obsession Daimond rings get you nothing But a life-long lesson And you're pocket book stressin' You're a slave to the system Working jobs that you hate For that shit you dont need It's too bad the world is based on greed Step back and stop thinking 'bout yourself Start thinking about CHORUS: There's no money, There's no possession Only obsession, I dont need that shit Take my money, Take my possesions Take my obsession, I dont need that shit 'Cause everything is nothing And emptiness is in everything This reality is just really just a fucked up dream With the flesh and the blood That you call your soul Flip it inside out, it's a big black hole Take your money, burn it up like an asteroid Possessions they are never gonna fill the void Take it away and learn the best lesson The heart, the soul, the life, the passion CHORUS Present yourself, press your clothes Comb your hair and clock in You just can't win, just can't win The things you own, own you fuck your money fuck your posession fuck your obsession i don't need that shit fuck your money fuck your posession fuck your obsession i don't need that shit CHORUS PAPA ROACH.COM