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Trevor Keister The whole album is just excellent. I can't find the words to describe what i feel when i listen to this album. Favorite track: 21st Century Disco Punk.
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Eric da' MAJ I'm just another 'runner chummer. I got a backstory too long to tell so don't wait for it. Just keep telling the truth about the 6th World. Favorite track: Damn It Feels Good to Be a Street Sam.
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Johnny Nuclear and the Meltdowns return with the third studio album, chromed to the nines, bringing the fury, smashing the system, and killing capitalists.

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released November 11, 2016

Johnny Nuclear - Vocals, guitar, samples, additional keyboards

The Meltdowns:

Milly Matrix - Bass, backing vocals
Cram Parker - Guitar, backing vocals
BTL Burnham - Drums
Toshirō "Katana" Jones - Keyboards

Guest vocals on "Damn It Feels Good to Be a Street Sam" by White Gold

All music written by Johnny Nuclear and Milly Matrix
All lyrics written by Johnny Nuclear except for "Damn It Feels Good to Be a Street Sam," written by Johnny Nuclear and White Gold

Recorded, engineered, mixed, and mastered by John Dillon*
10 years of sonic handholding and constructive derision by Anthony Chiarello

Cover illustration by Hung Bui

© Johnny Nuclear Saves the World, LLC

* All music actually written and performed by John Dillon
Milly Matrix voiced by Marjorie Boggs Vazquez
Cram Parker voiced by Michael Gonzales

White Gold is a real person operating under his real stage name

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Track Name: #1 Ghoul
#1 Ghoul

Tell me what you’re thinkin’, baby—
but know that I don’t care.
Show me what you’re hiding, honey;
I need to see your ‘ware.

Street docs and implants, yeah—
just think what you could be.
The will and chrome are hard as nails—
it’s the meat that’s fuckin’ weak.

[So you wanna see what machines can do?]

We’ll tear apart the system!
We’ll grease those fuckin’ slaves!
We’ll steal off with the mark, yeah!
WE’LL MAKE OUR GETAWAY!
You go straight for the money—
I’ll flood this place with fuel!
Won’t be no witnesses—no—
‘cuz you’re my number one ghoul!

It’s just a contract, man—
ain’t no feelings on the job.
Just another payday, yeah—
another corpo drone to rob.
Tell me what you’re thinkin, baby—
but know that I don’t care.
You’ve got me dead to rites
‘cuz I’m addicted to your ‘ware.

[If they ever wanna stop us, then they’re gonna have to catch us first.]

We’ll tear apart the system!
We’ll grease those fuckin’ slaves!
We’ll steal off with the mark, yeah!
WE’LL MAKE OUR GETAWAY!
This ain’t no easy life—no!—
we’re the cess in the fuckin’ pool!
But they will never stop us
‘cuz you’re my number one ghoul!

Know that no matter what comes,
you have my synthetic heart.
Nothing in the whole sixth world
could ever tear us apart.

We’ll tear apart the system!
We’ll grease those fuckin’ slaves!
We’ll steal off with the mark, yeah!
WE’LL MAKE OUR GETAWAY!
There ain’t no time for romance—
we’ve gotta play it cool.
No risk of double-crosses
‘cuz you’re my number one—

We’ll burn their institutions—
swallow the norm in flames—
reduce their rules to cinders
AND VANISH WITHOUT A TRACE!
I know the world is fucked!
I know the streets are cruel!
But we are gonna make it
‘cuz you’re my number one ghoul!
Track Name: Fistful of Nuyen
Fistful of Nuyen

Hey, Mr. Johnson, man—
did you think I’d just walk away?
I have done your dirty work,
and I’m gonna get fuckin’ paid!

Round after round..
Cutting them down..

Hey, Mr. Johnson, man—
yeah, I guess I took the bait,
but there ain’t enough goons in the fuckin’ world
that they could ever keep you safe.

Round after round..
Cutting them down..
All over town..

JOHNNY CRANK THAT SHIT TO TEN!
Four more bullets; six more men!
COUNTLESS EMPTY CASINGS SPENT!
Powder burns and killing hands!
WILL NOT BREAK—WILL NOT BEND!
Called you out, and I’ll say it again—
ONLY WAY THAT THIS WILL END!
I want my fistful of nuyen.

Maybe I should have walked away.
Will I live to see another day?
Out of rounds… and options, too…
All that I’ve left to do…

I’ve got to take this hand-to-hand!
This wasn’t in the fucking plan!
Just two left, so make a stand—
just two more left to reach the man!
Then they come on the attack—
the first one falls lifeless and slack!
Last one now—no turning back—
not until I feel his neck

snap.

Hey, Mr. Johnson, man—
we’re the only ones left alive.
It’s you and me and my bone lacing
under the neon killing lights.

Round after round..
You’re going down!

JOHNNY CRANK THAT SHIT TO TEN!
No more bullets; one more man!
COUNTLESS EMPTY CASINGS SPENT!
Powder burns and killing hands!
WILL NOT BREAK—WILL NOT BEND!
Do I have to say it again?
ONLY WAY THAT THIS WILL END!
Surrounded by your dying friends
in your blown out BTL den—
I’ll take what I am owed, then,
from your cold, dead fist full of nuyen.
Track Name: Love in the Lo-Glo
Love in the Lo-Glo

You’ve gotta move that body, baby—
move it just right.
Don’t let nobody see you work;
the best groovin’ is done at night.

Move that body real good, angel—
don’t let nobody see.
Take it to the Barrens, yeah—
just find a little privacy.

You’ve gotta move that body, baby—
move it just right!
We don’t got no worries, no—
we can go all night!

(making love in the lo-glo,
and making widows in the shadows).

So you’ve got a funny feeling
that tonight will be the night.
Everybody’s in their groove—
everybody’s out of sight.
You’ve got yourself a funny feeling,
and there ain’t no turnin’ back.
Yeah, you’ve got a real good feeling
that tonight will be just flash.

So get up and move that body, baby—
move it just right!
We’ve got no more worries, no—
and we’re gonna go all night!

Come on, baby,
let’s hit the street.
Move it, baby,
it’s all you need.
Come on, honey,
we’ve gotta hit the street.
Oooo, baby—
don’t drag those feet.

Because you gotta move that body, baby—
move it just right!
We got nowhere else to be—
yeah, we can go all night!
So move that body real good, sugar.—
move it just right!
Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing—
we can take all night!

Making love in the lo-glo,
and making widows in the shadows.

[Makin’ love… ]
[Makin’ widows… ]
[Knockin’ boots… ]
[Taggin’ toes… ]
Track Name: Pandemonium in Seattle
Pandemonium in Seattle

They’ve got us by the balls,
but they ain’t got a chance.
None of them would ever think
to spare us just a glance.
They sit alone and count the nuyen
culled from all their lies,
clueless to the total shitstorm
brewing right outside.

It’s
pandemonium
in Seattle!
Lock and load!
Total
pandemonium
in Seattle!
Let’s rock and roll!

[ totally wiz guitar solos ]

Ivory towers and guarded gates
won’t keep those fuckers safe.
They ain’t got a shot in hell
at keeping us at bay.
They pump us full of opiates
to keep us all in line.
They work hard to pull the wool
over our bloodshot eyes
They built the system, rigged the game,
then changed the fucking rules,
and so we pound the streets just to unlearn
the shit they taught in school.
They own the state. They own the news.
They own the fucking sky.
They own goddamned everything,
but THEY DON’T OWN OUR LIVES!

It’s
pandemonium
in Seattle!
Lock and load!
Total
pandemonium
in Seattle!
Let’s fucking rock and roll!

[ more totally wiz guitar solos ]

They topple governments
and burn all that they please,
but mark my words, the morning light
will greet them on their knees.
We’re coming back for what we’re owed,
and they won’t get a pass.
We will take our recompense
straight from their doughy ass.

It’s
pandemonium
in Seattle!
Lock and load!
Total
pandemonium
in Seattle!
Let’s rock and roll!

It’s
pandemonium
in Seattle!
Lock and load!
Total
pandemonium
in Seattle!
Take control!
Track Name: Damn It Feels Good to Be a Street Sam
Damn It Feels Good to Be a Street Sam

When the days have gone dark and the sky’s turnin’ gray,
everybody in the world, they’re just stayin enslaved
to technology, machines—we just fiends for the screen.
Lost in reality—can't find peace in your dreams.
Society sodomized by the lies and the greed—
addicted to their tech—corps keeping us weak.
We wheel and deal for them, and now we're waging their wars,
but because we're brainwashed we keep begging for more.

A sadistic twisted mad man living life out on the road—
an ex-corporate junkie— an ex-corporate drone.
Once a slave to the game, but now everything has changed—
pavin’ new landscapes and doin’ it my way.
Them corporate riches got too big for their britches—
undercutting the underbelly as they’re feeding us lies
and feasting on the lives where society lies,
but now it’s ‘bout that time—you know I gotta get mine.

Formulatin’ plots—making schemes and bombs—
and if I pull it off, it’s a hell of a con.
Kidnap a big wig for the highest bid,
collect the ransom while I’m watching him dig.
But it’s never ‘bout the funds—I just do it for fun,
‘cuz with my cybereye, I just want to watch him die.
Bang! Bang! to the brain—and the rest of the gang
that I got bound and gagged, I’ll just do the same thing.

I’ve got everything I need!
You will never see me bleed!
I know who and what I am!
God damn, it feels good to be a street sam!

The next stiff on the list—I’mma need a hand,
but through my networks I’ve got an inside man.
Have him hack into the database—mainframe, schematics—
invisibility to security cameras.
The voice in my ear, running me through the floors—
the eye in the sky opening all the doors.
And while the boss is workin’ late like a corporate hag,
I sneak behind the man—plastic bag.

Burn…
Burn…
I wanna watch it burn…
Burn…
Burn..
I wanna watch it burn!

An enslaved civilization to corporate domination—
status quo and mainstream—they just rule the population.
So the corporations greatest they'll just never see me coming—
plant a virus in their ‘ware and watch ‘em die by the hundreds
of millions with an infected system—
pathogens like wild fire—now civilians are reeling,
‘cuz over time we built a culture of lies—
suckin’ on the corporate tit so that we can survive.
I’d demolish electronics, but we’re too far gone.
The computers reaching everyone—we’re too brainwashed—
all mindless drones in this worthless cog
of the corporate game in which we’re playing along.

I’ve got everything I need!
You will never see me bleed!
I know who and what I am!
God damn it feels good to be a street sam!
I’ve got everything I need!
You will never make me bleed!
I know what the fuck I am!
It feels so damned good to be a street sam!

I’ve got everything I need.
God damn it feels good to be a street sam…
I’ve got everything I need.
So damned good to be a street sam…
Track Name: Battle Barbie
Battle Barbie

Battle Barbie don’t need no Ken.
She’s got an Ares Predator in her hand.
She’s got legs for days. She’s got a kill in her sights.
Battle Barbie, you’re the love of my life.

She’s a bullet to the brain
and a doomsday switch.
She’s an assault rifle angel
and a critical glitch.
She’s an asphalt assassin
stalking through the dark—
a fully automatic
shot to the heart.

She’s a roll of the dice
in a sleazy club.
She’s another hit of cram
when you’ve had too much.
She’s the bottoms-up.
She’s the lock and load.
She’s got a head full of novacoke
and rock and roll.

Battle Barbie don’t need no Ken!
She’s got an Ares Predator in her hand!
She’s got legs for days! She’s got a kill in her sights!
Battle Barbie, you’re the love of my life!

[ wiz guitar solo ]

She’s a means to an end
and the end of means.
She’s a nuclear blast
in skinny jeans.
And here I am—
just a prop in her world—
an untouchable boy
meets an unreachable girl!

Battle Barbie don’t need no Ken!
She’s got an Ares Predator in her hand!
She’s got legs for days! She’s got a kill in her sights!
Battle Barbie, you’re the love of my life!

My heart is an encrypted stream—
impenetrable, isolated, and mean—
but she decked in and through it all;
she tore down my firewall!

Battle Barbie don’t need no Ken!
She’s got an Ares Predator in her hand!
She’s got legs for days—those cybernetic thighs!
Battle Barbie, you’re the love of my life!

Battle Barbie’s got no use for friends!
She’s putting bodies in the ground all according to plan!
She’s got legs for days and obsidian eyes!
Battle Barbie, you’re the love of my life!
Track Name: Atomic Heart
Atomic Heart

I go to sleep in a corporate box
and take frigid corporate shits.
Nothing in my life is out of place;
all my pieces fit.

And everything is just fine.

I fix my meals and I cut my hair
in line with company conduct codes.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted more—
I’m not sure I know how to hope.

And everything is just fine.
Yeah, everything is alright.

I can’t shake the feeling that
I’m a slave!
I can’t help but fear that I’m
slipping away!
All my life I’ve been
creeping up on it,
now my heart’s about to go
fucking atomic!

[ chilled guitar solo ]

Every day I’m clawed out of bed,
and I never have any dreams.
Yeah, every day is exactly the same—
I’m a cog in a huge machine.

And everything is just
so long as you stay in line.

But I can’t shake the feeling that
I’m a slave!
I can’t help but fear that I’m
slipping away!
All my life I’ve been
creeping up on it,
now my heart’s about to go
fucking atomic!

I can’t take it anymore!
I’ve become a corpo whore!
All my days I’ve been gagged and bound—
I am gonna tear it down!

[ wiz guitar solo ]

I can’t just accept that
I’m a slave!
I can’t just pretend I’m not
slipping away!
All my life I’ve been
creeping up on it—
now my heart’s about to go
fucking atomic!

There ain’t no hiding that
we’re all slaves!
There’s no fucking denying that
we’re slipping away!
All our lives we’ve been
blindly anomic;
it’s time our hearts go
FUCKING ATOMIC!

We spend our days in a corporate box
and swallow harmless corporate lies.
I don’t know that it’s a fight we’ll win,
but I’ve opened my goddamned eyes.
Track Name: Simsense Dirtbag
Simsense Dirtbag

I don’t wanna live my life—
I’d rather live yours.
Give me money, fame, respect, and power—
give me novacoke and whores.
I don’t wanna feel a thing
I need something for the pain.
I need pleasures that I’ve never known
jacked straight into my brain.

Load a chip…
and off we go…

But I am not a role model, no—
I am not a saint!
I’m just a simsense fuckin’ dirtbag, baby—
that ain’t never gonna change!

You can’t make me face the world—
you can’t tell me what to feel.
Give me BTLs for days, then go away,
I need a fix to make me real.
‘Cuz I don’t wanna live my life—
I’d rather live yours.
So give me all that I could ever want,
and then give me some more.

Load a chip…
and off we go…
Where we’ll stop…
No one knows.

And I am not a role model!
I am not a saint!
I’m just a simsense fuckin’ dirtbag, yeah,
and I’m never gonna change!

Why not escape this life—
the boredom, the bullshit, the fear in your eyes?
Why not give it a try?
You might just love it— you might be surprised.

Why not just leave this place—
the corporate control and the lies to your face?
Just take a little taste…
What kind of life is this? Who cares if it wastes?

Come take one step outside
your hopeless, frightened self.
We don’t need their salvation—
we don’t need no help!

But I am not a role model, no—
I am not a saint!
I’m just a simsense fuckin’ dirtbag, baby—
that ain’t never gonna change!
I am not a role model!
I’ll never be a saint!
I’m a simsense fuckin’ dirtbag, honey,
and there ain’t no other way!
Track Name: In Your Cybereyes
In Your Cybereyes

Someday we’ll shed our flesh,
and finally be at peace.
We’ll rid ourselves of rotting meat,
and live together as machines.

And when I look into your cybereyes
all I see is more.
We could become something new—
something better than before.

Together we can bring it all
crashing to the ground.
Megacorps and governments
all burning down.
And if you wind up over-chipped
or glitched out of your mind—
if you fall into the shadows
I’ll be by your side!

‘cuz when I look into your cybereyes
all I see is more.
We will become something new—
something better than before.

I won’t let them
keep us down!
I won’t let them
take us out!
Bones replaced—
no more doubts!
They will never
stop us now!

When I look into your cybereyes
all I see is more.
We have become something new—
something stronger than before!

We’ve finally extinguished
our souls!
And in your cybereyes
there are no useless dreams,
and there are no more flaws—
just the perfection of
the machine,
and the final
extinction of the meat.
Track Name: 21st Century Disco Punk
21st Century Disco Punk

So you think you’ve got me figured out,
but you fuckin’ don’t.
So you think you’ll be the one who breaks in,
but you won’t.
‘Cuz my heart will not be broken—
my heart has been sealed.
My heart is in my pants,
and it’s hard as fuckin’ steel.

And now I’m in your head
deeper than before.

I’m the kick in the balls that the system needs!
I’m the hole in your head that always bleeds!
I’m electro, metal, cyber-funk!
I’m a 21st century disco punk!

They want to shut me up, but they won’t—
they’ve fuckin’ tried.
They want to shut me out, but they can’t
‘cuz I’m inside.
Their odds have just one thing
in common with my gun.
They’re both just as long and hard
as they come.

Now I’m in your head,
deeper than before.
I’ll corrupt your code
through your back door.

‘Cuz I’m the kick in the balls that the system needs!
I’m the hole in your head that always bleeds!
I’m electro, metal, cyber-funk!
I’m a 21st century disco punk!

I will never
be like you.
I will never
do what you do
‘cuz I’d rather die a criminal
than live a slave,
and ride a desk
to my grave.

I’m the kick in the balls that the system needs!
I’m the hole in your head that always bleeds!
I’m an electro-sexual shot of spunk!
I’m a 21st century…

Yeah, I’m the kick in the balls that the system needs!
I’m the hole in your head that always bleeds!
I’m electro, metal, cyber-funk!
I am the 21st century, and power-drunk!
I’m a stab of adrenaline to the heart!
I’m a pissed off keeb who won’t play his part!
I’m all topped up and high on junk!
I’m a 21st century disco punk!