TERRY's KID
This edition is a look at my band, the incomparable, the unstoppable, the hard - Toledo's own TERRY's KID. Having three different people that sometimes write lyrics can be a pain sometimes, but occasionally some magic is hit. It's usually when we go in a closet & write by ourselves. So you heard it here first, TERRY's KID is coming out of the closet.

Crash
Words by: Cory Bogner, Keith Krygielski & Jeremiah Kanary
Performed by: TERRY's KID on the album No S (2000)

Whiskey in hand I grab the wheel 
Cigarette burns I will not feel 
Flesh and blood and glass and steel 
I get off on death behind the wheel 
Mothers, your kids don't matter to me 
All set off by the turn of a key 
Tell them the street's no place to be 
Teach those fucking kids to fear me 

The pain, the screams, more's all I need 
Step in line, who's next to bleed 
You will die if I feel the need 
Get on your knees, get on your knees 
Road flying by at the speed of sound 
Rubber on tar fucking up the ground 
Eyes closing shut, head spinning round 
Mama's lost boy will never be found 

Crash... burn... bleed... 
Look out... 
Daddy's come home 

You can never hold me down 
Don't bother to look around 
I'm all over this fucking town 
No matter what, I'll cut you down 
Moon bleeds down and gives me sight 
Streelamp hums with eager fright 
Paradise by the dashboard light 
Fuck people, this is Devil's Night 

Crash... burn... bleed... 
Look out... 
Daddy's come home 

This was truly a group effort, so much so i can't really remember who wrote what. Jeremiah wanted a song about a guy driving drunk, so we all three came up with verses, then we picked the best ones & threw them all together.

Raping The Willing
Words by: Jeremiah Kanary
Performed by: TERRY's KID - no official release

Raping the willing {2X} 
We listen to the radio and do all it�s bidding
Raping the willing... tonight

Socially maladjusted, sexually retarded
What�s the password for the party, it�s "Oops I farted" 
Where is the Lord, he�s got the green for these beers
If we don�t pay this tab we better get outta here

Raping the willing {2X}
We�re reaching into your pockets and making a killing
Raping the willing... tonight

Running down the Wasteland, pissing in a gas can
Shit on a fat man, wearing a Gas Mask
I found the devil puking in the restroom
All that vomit, I saw my own doom

Raping the willing {2X}
We ate your humble pie and it was filling
Raping the willing... tonight

This is the bridge of the song
My cock is four feet long
What�s this, your anus is six feet deep
You didn�t tell me you been raped before

This is a song that Jeremiah wrote post "No S", but musically it ended up being (way) too similar to Weird Al Yankovic's Dare To Be Stupid. Lyrically speaking, this isn't one of Jere's best works either, but it is damn funny. But trust me, this isn't a good example of why Jeremiah writes most of our songs - he's an amazinly creative writer.


Poorman's Passion Play
Words by: Cory Bogner
Performed by: TERRY's KID - no official release

The sins that the Father passed on to the Son
Spread out on the bed that religion has undone
I know how to live in the glory of the Lord
But I�ve never been able to live with His sword
Live with my demons, I�ll show you how
Live with my Father, He�ll teach you to bow
Now, I�d be lying to say the Light appeals to me
But the Dark has nothing that this soul will need
I�ve never seen a vision or learned a thing
That will save or damn my soul again
Heaven and Hell, the eternal rub
Good and Bad, I�ve no needs below or above

Where is you false God now 
Where is mine
Where is your miracle now
Why is it so hard to find
Where is your false God now
Why not try mine
Where is your true love now
Why are you so blind

There are Sinners and Saints, yet all of them feel
Are you any better to follow the Church�s appeals
The pedestals you build your Gods have destroyed
The Church is stained from all they employ
Use your Church and its organized grime
Use your Religion to cover its crimes
Now, God and the Devil, neither I know
Neither I�ve seen, expect neither to show
I have nothing against those with faith
Except those hiding behind the second face
Do you believe in One who loves all
Do you believe in Satan�s great fall

Where is you false God now 
Where is mine
Where is your miracle now
Why is it so hard to find
Where is your false God now
Why not try mine
Where is your true love now
Why are you so blind

The sins that the Father passed on to the Son
Spread out on the bed that religion has undone
I know how to live in the glory of the Lord
But I�ve never been able to live with His sword
Live with my demons, I�ll show you how
Live with my Father, He�ll teach you to bow

Where is you false God now 
Where is mine
Where is your miracle now
Why is it so hard to find
Where is your false God now
Why not try mine
Where is your true love now
Why are you so blind

Can i just say that this song is a fucking masterpiece? No? Okay. Anyway, this is, in my opinion, the best song i've written for the KID. I wrote this at a time that i was listening to a lot of early Jethro Tull, stuff like Aqualung and (go figure) A Passion Play. Like that stuff, it's a jab at the corruption of organized religion.

The Beggar's Ride
Words by: Keith Krygielski & Jeremiah Kanary
Performed by: TERRY's KID on the album No S (2000)

No beg, no ride 
This bus is free 
The countryside 
Is just out of reach 

No harm, no foul 
It's up to you 
Get on your knees 
And pray to you know who 

Pat likes to smoke pot and sleep on the side 
Frank loves his SEGA and both are on The Beggar's Ride 

No pay all day 
The driver screams 
The passengers 
Are a motley scene 

Now as it was 
So shall it be 
With some groveling 
This ride is free 

Roger's not his name because he likes to hide 
Brad teaches at school and goes home on The Beggar's Ride 

Pat likes to smoke pot and sleep on the side 
Frank loves his SEGA and both are on the beggar 
Roger's not his name because he likes to hide 
Brad teaches at school and all are on The Beggar's Ride 

This song was Keith's baby - but i think the lyric songwriting credit given to Keith by Jeremiah is kinda like Pete Townshend giving Roger Daltrey co-writing credit on Anyway, Anyhow, Anywhere. The chorus lines are shots at Keith's old band, Beggar's Ride.

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