From the album New Years Project
Lyrics
Full title: Those Stupid Blue Hats Make Your Tourist Group The Perfect Target For A Hand Grenade
Sheep: Wandering around like fatted sheep waiting for slaughter
Because now you’ve crossed the not-so-fine line
Between hearsay and a huge load of stinking crap
What are you thinking?
What the hell are you thinking?
Notes
Axel (click to show)
Axel (click to hide)
Old school fans might remember that we had a faux-jazz intro for this song. When we were deciding how to start the album, we knew we wanted to start with Stupid Blue Hats but we were torn on whether or not to include that jazzy intro. Ultimately, we decided it would be more of an impact if the album just exploded a-la Pantera’s “The Great Southern Trendkill” (careful listeners will find allusions to Pantera littered throughout the album). If I recall correctly, there was even some talk of starting the album out with a sampled shotgun blast…thank God we didn’t go that route.
To this day, sometimes I wonder if it was the right decision to start the album out this way, because essentially that jazzy intro was lost to the annals of time. If only there had been a way to have it both ways, some sort of compromise…oh well, I guess it’s not that big of a deal.
Rug (click to show)
Rug (click to hide)
My inspiration for starting this song was twofold. One, I wanted to write something really pissed off sounding and spastic, like Dillinger Escape Plan, and two, I wanted to do a variation on the intro riff to Monogamy Denial. Looking back, I can see it was an EPIC FAIL for trying to get anywhere near DEP, but I thought if I wrote something really atonal and chromatic I’d at least get in the ballpark…wrong. For the ending, I’d had this really slow riff laying around forever, and at the time, we were like “why can’t we have this song slow waaaay down and just grind it out?” I originally wanted the beginning to be played even faster than it is on the album – but for some reason, Jim can’t scream as fast as I wanted it to go. Seriously, what good are singers if they can’t scream continuous 8th notes at 320 beats per minute? 
