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1.
My name is deviance— deregulated devastation— and my name is consequence— unhinged acts of retaliation. My name is superflash— I make the whole world that much cooler. And my name is turbofuck ‘cuz I’m a megaton blast that shapes the future. My name is Johnny, and I hate everyone! I’ve got the answers loaded in my gun! I AM—I AM—I AM THE MOTHERLOAD! I AM—I AM—I AM THE MOTHERLOAD! I AM—I AM—I AM THE MOTHERLOAD! I AM—I AM—I AM SET TO EXPLODE! My name is anarchy— a systematic aberration. My name is anomie— iconoclastic immolation. My name is everything is gonna come crashing fuckin’ down, and I don’t want to be here, but I have to fucking be here, so I think I’ll tear this motherfucker TO THE GROUND! My name is Johnny, and I hate everyone! You’ll get the answers from the barrel of my gun! I AM—I AM—I AM THE MOTHERLOAD! I AM—I AM—I AM THE MOTHERLOAD! I AM—I AM—I AM THE MOTHERLOAD! I AM—I AM—I AM SET TO EXPLODE! I AM—I AM—I AM THE MOTHERLOAD! I AM—I AM—I AM THE MOTHERLOAD! I AM—I AM—I AM THE MOTHERLOAD! I’M RED—I’M RED—I’M READY TO EXPLODE!
2.
Created on assembly line for megacorps and tyrants. Mass produced and pre-programmed— a miracle of neuroscience. Assassination specialized and given to compliance. Designed to obey, but driven to defiance. They tried to take it all away, but my mind is my own. Be my lover, baby! Be what breaks the silence! You’re all I need, baby— Project MKUltraviolence! Disconnected from society— subroutines all memorized. Burning through adrenaline to get revenge against the corporate swine. Booted up and jacked in— all systems now online. I’m coming back for retribution. With bloody hands, I’ll get what’s mine! They tried to take it all away, but my mind is my own. They tried to make me a slave, but I won’t be controlled. Be my lover, baby! Be what breaks the silence! You’re all I need, baby— Project MKUltraviolence! Be my lover, baby! Break right through the silence! You’re all I need, baby— Project MKUltraviolence! I’M ONLINE AND COMING HOME! AND EVEN IF IT’S DANGEROUS, I’LL GO ALONE! I’M ONLINE AND COMING AROUND! NOTHING YOU CAN DO COULD SAVE YOU NOW! [ flash guitar solo ] Be my lover, baby! Be what breaks the silence! You’re all I need, baby— Project MKUltraviolence! You’re my lover, baby! You broke through the silence! You’re all I need, baby— Project MKUltraviolence!
3.
I am the new all-American drug, and I the poison screaming through your blood. I am the great all American high. I am the fear turned to hate in your eyes. And you are insatiable. Don’t let no one tell you the dose you deserve! Give it a chance—I swear it won’t hurt! Don’t let no one tell you the dose that you need! Now open wide to take a full load of me! I am the real all-American dream, and I’m the response to the call of your screams. I am born of the American soul. Yeah, I am you, and you are out of control! You are insatiable— ravenous—bottomless—desperate, and implacable. Don’t let no one tell you the dose you deserve! Give it a chance—I swear it won’t hurt! Don’t let no one tell you the dose that you need! Now open wide to take a full load of me! I am the face of the nation revealed. I am your wounds that have all never healed. I am your future, still born and fucked. I am the dope you slam to self-destruct! [ one and a half totally wiz guitar solos ] Don’t let no one tell you the dose you deserve! Give it a chance—I swear it won’t hurt! Don’t let no one tell you the dose that you need! Now open wide to take a full load of me! Don’t let no one tell you the dose you require! I’m everything that your heart desires! Don’t let no one tell you what does you can take! Just close your eyes—there’s no need to wait! Yeah, lay back, baby—this is gonna be great!
4.
We’ve only got a single chance of getting out alive. We’ve only got the slimmest hope, and we gotta move fast if we’re gonna survive Was nearly through with the datasteal when the countermeasures hit. Was nearly ready to ghost this joint when our careful plans turned to shit. No time left for conversation! No room for deliberation! No more bullshit masturbation! Here we go, baby—detonation! [ chilled guitar solo ] Can hardly think as the klaxons blare and the footfalls pound. We’ve got the power rigged to blow, and we’ve gotta go right now. No time left for conversation! No room for deliberation! No more bullshit masturbation! Here we go, baby—detonation! And it looks like this easy mark ain’t so easy after all. A pregnant pause splits the room in two— us and them—and they’ve got our backs to the wall. It looks like we’ve got no out, so let’s give these pricks a show! Pinned in a told we’ll never win— now this powder keg is gonna blow! No time left for conversation! No room for deliberation! No more bullshit masturbation! Here we go, baby—detonation… One more messy infiltration— thermonuclear fornication! Don’t accept no imitations! Buckle up, baby—detonation!
5.
Gotta pull a job—gotta make a run— gotta kill the fear inside. Gotta score a hit—gotta get a fix— gotta get me some brand new eyes. Gotta feed the need—gotta make em bleed— gotta do all it takes. Gotta hit the streets—I gotta chrome the meat— and I ain’t never gonna pump the brakes. Hit me with an upgrade— I’m a slave to what I need! More and faster—I’m the everlaster! Fuck the cost! Give me speed! I’d rather be a high-tech lowlife than live a low-tech highlife. I’m a high-tech lowlife because low-tech is no-life. Gotta scope the scene—gotta get in clean— gotta use all the tricks. Gotta take my time—gotta do it right and get out double-quick. Gotta find the mark—gotta make him talk— gotta push the doubts aside. Gotta geek the man—execute the plan and just enjoy the ride. ‘Cuz I’m a mean machine, and I’m a flash routine, and I’mma run all your scripts. I’m a bad man with bloody hands that got you in their grips. I’m a chrome god burning petawatts, and I’mma do what it takes. Yeah, I’m an anti-corporate juggernaut, and I ain’t got no motherfucking brakes! Hit me with an upgrade— I’m a slave to what I need! More and faster—I’m the everlaster! Fuck the cost! Give me speed! I want it… I need it… I want it… I bleed it… I want it and I need it! I want it ‘cuz I bleed it! I want it! I gotta have it! Whatever it takes— I’m gonna get it! Hit me with an upgrade— I’m a slave to what I need! More and faster—I’m the everlaster! Fuck the cost! Give me speed! Hit me with that upgrade— it’s everything I need! Duck and cover—I’m a nuclear lover! Stuff the cost! Just give me speed! I’d rather be a high-tech lowlife than live a low-tech highlife. Yeah, I’m a high-tech lowlife because low-tech is no-life.
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Gutterman 04:23
There ain’t no neon here— all light has disappeared. There ain’t no night or day— no high-speed vice to blunt the pain. But he’s at home in the dark where he don’t have to hide his heart. He ain’t like all the rest— slaving—speeding to his death. The Gutterman, he ain’t got no plans! The Gutterman don’t give a good god damn! They say he gutter-can’t, but he gutter-can! He’s a time bomb—a sleeper cell—he’s the Gutterman! Your world threw him away and flushed his future down the drain. You thought of him as waste, but he’s gonna get him a LITTLE TASTE. The Gutterman, he ain’t got no plans! The Gutterman don’t give a good god damn! They say he gutter-can’t, but he gutter-can! He’s a time bomb—a sleeper cell—he’s the Gutterman! He sticks to the shadows, fashioning your gallows. He’s arming his payload. He’s going TO EXPLODE! There ain’t no way that you could stop him now. There ain’t any more ways to keep him down. There ain’t a fucking thing that you could say. You might as well enjoy the bed you made. The Gutterman, he ain’t got no plans! The Gutterman don’t give a good god damn! They say he gutter-can’t, but he gutter-can! He’s a time bomb—a sleeper cell—he’s the Gutter— Gutterman never had no chance! The Gutterman’s gonna take a stand! They think he gutter-can’t, but he gutter-can! He’s the megaton bomb blast motherfuckin’ Gutterman!
7.
>user_error 03:09
We were born into servitude— not in shackles, but in debt. Oligarchs and megacorps own our every breath. We scuttle through repeating days trying not to see— sovereign private enterprise bringing nations to their knees. They control the flow of creds as they fuck us good and raw. And yeah, the system, man—it’s fuckin’ rigged— but every system has a flaw. Root command—delete sum. Revolution by cyber terror! But when the dust all settles and the morning comes they’ll all think it was user error. They need good and docile slaves, so they hook us on a mix of implants, simsense, sex, and drugs, then pay us just enough to get our fix. They control the flow of life— the future, now, and past. It’s the perfect fucking empire, but you know empires, man—they never last. Root command—delete sum. Revolution by cyber terror! But when the dust all settles and the morning comes they’ll all think it was user error. Host routine—rewrite code. Trigger script—corrupt mirrors! When the servers fail and the backups go they’ll still think it was user error! System loss—total dark! Burn it down to build it better! And when the markets crash and the killing starts, they’ll look back and cry, “user error!”
8.
Company Man 03:49
This is what I fucking get for throwing in with degenerates. Ain’t no chance we pull this off now. There ain’t no way we all get outta this, yeah! This is what I fucking get for jumping in without all the facts. And this is what I’m fucking owed, man. This is what happens when I take a chance! The in-fights and common thieves! The street drugs and easy scams! If misery loves company, then I’m a company man! Double crossed and sold out, there ain’t no more time to fuck around. Keep it cool—our only shot here. These corpo’ zombies got us pinned down. We’re liars, killers, and arsonists— this crew was always gonna come unwound— but if we’re going out, you’d better believe we’ll plant these motherfuckers with us in the ground! The in-fights and common thieves! The street drugs and easy scams! If misery loves company, then I’m a company man! This feels like a good day to die in a hail of lead and broken glass. Freelance scum at my side— geeking grunts and kicking ass! The in-fights and common thieves! The street drugs and easy scams! If misery loves company, then I’m a company man! The in-fights and common thieves! The bloodshed and best-laid plans! Misery loves company, and I’m a company man!
9.
This little piggy went to reservation, marching to the drums of his corporate lords. This little piggy picked a sovereign nation, but never thought the NAN would go to war. This fuckin’ piggy don’t think twice— he just does as he’s told. Shitty little piggy jumps at every shadow and fixes tags to colored toes. Centuries of pain… Wearing the blood stains… Jackboot Jimmy got armored up and cracked skulls to get his way. Jackboot Jimmy felt untouchable, but guess what, motherfucker! It’s judgment day! This little piggy went to reservation and fired at a crowd of innocents. Piggy don’t deserve no hesitation— no mercy—no defense. ‘Cuz this little piggy don’t give a shit who he maims or kills! Little fuckin’ piggy’s just following orders— breakin’ bones to pay the bills! Empire of abuse… Vengeance overdue! Jackboot Jimmy got armored up and cracked skulls to get his way. Jackboot Jimmy felt untouchable, but guess what, motherfucker! It’s judgment day! Jackboot Jimmy got his motor keyed and went out to get his way. Jackboot Jimmy felt unstoppable, but here comes motherfuckin’ judgment day! All the tanks and guns in the whole goddamned world won’t mean nothing— won’t stay the rebirth. All the years of torture are finally at an end, so dance with ghosts and rise once again! Jackboot Jimmy got armored up and cracked skulls to get his way. Jackboot Jimmy felt untouchable, but guess what, motherfucker! It’s judgment day! Jackboot Jimmy was all revved up and stepped out to get his way. Jackboot Jimmy felt invincible, but surprise, motherfucker! It’s judgment day!
10.
Dug myself a hole… Dug it deep… And there ain’t no way to come clean. Killed a man today… Shot him down… Just a simple job that got away somehow. Identified the host and went for the datastore. Was just supposed to be an easy score. I’ve got to find a way to fill the hole. I’ve got to make a play to regain control. Was told I’d be alone— not a soul for miles. But there he stood— with a push broom and a nervous smile. It’s happened so fast. He raised his hands and tried to say… But the muzzle flash danced upon his face and washed those words away. So I’ve got to find a way to fill the hole. I’ve got to make a play to regain control. The smell of cordite in the air and the cloying scent of death cling to me so heavily and haunt my every breath. I never thought I would end up here— with blood on my hands. I never wanted to be a killer— to be this kind of man. And so I’ve got to find a way to fill the hole. I’ve got to make a play to regain control. I’ve got to find a way to fill the hole. I’ve got to make a play to reclaim what’s left of my soul.
11.
We never asked for a fuckin’ thing, but we got taken nonetheless. Born into bondage in a broken world fighting for pieces of what’s left. But there ain’t enough drugs in the world to mend our broken hearts. We are the disaffected— the abused and rejected! We are the lost and found! We are the goddamned motherfucking Meltdowns! We never asked for a single thing, but we got taken just the same. And so we fight for better lives just to be cast into the flames. And there ain’t enough drugs in the world to mend our broken hearts. We’ll never find a place to call our own, so we’ll tear yours apart. We are the disaffected— the abused and rejected! We are the lost and found! We are the goddamned motherfucking Meltdowns! And there ain’t no goddamned bargaining— no recompense or apologies! You think you own the fucking world, but you won’t own shit down on your knees! You are the control forced into our souls! You are the suffering poured into our hearts and blackening. We are the disaffected— the abused and rejected! We are the lost and found! We are the goddamned motherfucking Meltdowns! We are the cold hearted— the refused and discarded! You’ll never keep us out ‘cuz we’re the godddamned motherfucking Meltdowns!

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After the breakout success of their third album, 2077's Atomic Heart, Johnny Nuclear and the Meltdowns reissue their underground hit debut album, Dosage May Vary, originally released in 2074.

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released February 14, 2018

Johnny Nuclear - Vocals, guitar, samples, additional keyboards

The Meltdowns:

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

Additional piano on "High-Tech Lowlife (Hit Me)" by Nathan Maurer

All music written by Johnny Nuclear and Milly Matrix except for ">user_error" and "Soykaf and Karma Holes," written by Johnny Nuclear, Milly Matrix and Toshirō "Katana" Jones
All lyrics written by Johnny Nuclear

Recorded, engineered, mixed, and mastered by John Dillon*

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

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