One foot in the grave, and more pissed than ever

by Scanner

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Scanner is an old school punk rock band, formed in Pennsylvania in 1979, and we are heavily influenced by Dead Boys, Ramones, Sex Pistols, Iggy Pop, Plasmatics, Stiff Little Fingers, and the Clash.

Scanner played throughout York, Harrisburg, Lancaster, and Gettysburg, PA; and Baltimore/D.C. areas.

We were formed by Joe Brady and Junnie Fortney after playing with various lineups during 1977-78. We reunited after 30+ years in 2012, were joined by Troy Alwine on drums, and headed to the studio, where we finally recorded our tunes from back then properly.

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released February 7, 2013

Joe Brady (Bass & Vocals
Junnie Fortney (Guitar & Vocals)
Troy Alwine (Drums & Vocals)

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Track Name: It's a War
It’s a war… that we’re declarin’
It’s a war… That we’re preparin’ for

And there’s nothin’ that you can do
There’s nothin’… that you can do

It’s a war… what are those marks all over your face?
It’s a war… we’ve become a nuclear race

And there’s nothin’ that you can do
There’s nothin’… that you can do

It’s a war… that we’re declarin’
It’s a war… That we’re preparin’ for

And there’s nothin’ that you can do
There’s nothin’… that you can do
There’s nothin’… that you can do
There’s nothin’… that you can do
Track Name: Pornography
Freedom to walk
Freedom to talk
Freedom to go
Freedom to blow
Pornography, Pornography, Pornography, Pornography

At your favorite book store
The centerfold catch your eye
What you gonna tell your wife
When she asks you why you buy

Pornography, Pornography, Pornography, Pornography

Freedom to say
Freedom to pray
Freedom to love
Freedom to fuck
Pornography, Pornography, Pornography, Pornography

At your favorite book store
The centerfold catch your eye
What you gonna tell your wife
When she asks you why you buy

Pornography, Pornography, Pornography, Pornography
Track Name: Death and Grief and Sorrow and Murder
Hey, Bill your house is burning down
Tornado just struck and destroyed your town
Look at this, it’s quite insane
School bus hit by a speeding train

Death and Grief and Sorrow and Murder
Time to thin the human herd
Oh yeah! Yeah!

Death and Grief and Sorrow and Murder
Time to end the human scourge
Oh yeah! Yeah!

Murder, murder, by the score
Killing time, can’t take any more
We’ll start a war for something to do
The next one killed, just may be you!

Death and Grief and Sorrow and Murder
Time to thin the human herd
Oh yeah! Yeah!

Death and Grief and Sorrow and Murder
Time to end the human scourge
Oh yeah! Yeah!

Hey, Bill your house is burning down
Tornado just struck and destroyed your town
Look at this, it’s quite insane
School bus hit by a speeding train
Death and Grief and Sorrow and Murder, etc.
Track Name: Fight
Look out honey ‘cause you’re gonna die!

The way you strut, you’re really put together
You’re really hot when you’re wearin’ your leather
I get mean and I want more
I’m getting ready to go to war

Well I’m ready, ready, ready, ready
To fight, to fight
Yeah I’m ready, ready, ready, ready
To fight, to fight

Well I’m just looking for a place to get high
Look out honey ‘cause you’re gonna die
They unlocked my cage and I’m out tonight
I’m on the street and I’m ready to fight

Well I’m ready, ready, ready, ready
To fight, to fight
Yeah I’m ready, ready, ready, ready
To fight, to fight

Well I’m just looking for a place to get high
Look out honey ‘cause you’re gonna die
They unlocked my cage and I’m out tonight
I’m on the street and I’m ready to fight

Well I’m ready, ready, ready, ready
To fight, to fight
Yeah I’m ready, ready, ready, ready
To fight, to fight
Track Name: War Machines
Machines are marching, they can’t be stopped
They crush the buildings and they drop the bombs
You can’t run and you can’t hide
Metal monsters are right outside

War machines, war machines
Metal has some kind of grip on me
War machines, war machines
The masters shrug and say, “Oh, that’s too bad.”

Metal minds and metal eyes
Metal guns with beams of fire
Metal legs, three standing strong
On the march, it won’t be long

War machines, war machines
Metal has some kind of grip on me
War machines, war machines
The masters shrug and say, “Oh, that’s too bad.”

War machines, war machines
Metal has some kind of grip on me
War machines, war machines
The masters shrug and say, “Oh, that’s too bad.”
Track Name: Getcha To Burn
Lookin’ for a good time on a Saturday night
It’s gettin' real hot and it’s gettin’ real tight

You know I’m gonna getcha to burn tonight
Yeah, yeah
I’m gonna getcha to burn tonight

Drinkin’ and a jokin’ with a smile on my face
Let’s get out of this goddam place

You know I’m gonna getcha to burn tonight
Yeah, yeah
I’m gonna getcha to burn tonight… Guitar!

Lookin’ for a good time on a Saturday night
It’s getting’ real hard and you're not so tight

‘Cause I’m gonna getcha to burn tonight
Yeah, yeah
I’m gonna getcha to burn tonight

You know I’m gonna getcha to burn tonight
Yeah, yeah
I’m gonna getcha to burn tonight
Track Name: You're Out of School and No One Cares
It could be about anyone
Your daughter or your son

Straight from school to working class
You know your life is done

You’re out of school and no one cares
You’re out of school and no one cares

Wanna make a better life
Honest or Al Capone

You must be a new breed
Gotta make it on your own

You’re out of school and no one cares
You’re out of school and no one cares

It could be about anyone
Your daughter or your son

Straight from school to working class
You know your life is done

You’re out of school and no one cares
You’re out of school and no one cares
You’re out of school and no one cares
You’re out of school and THE AR-MY CARES!
Track Name: Weekends Suck
Walkin’ down the street with a pocket full of money
Everybody’s laughing but I can’t see what’s funny

Weekends, do nothin’ for me
Weekends, do nothin’ for me
Weekends, weekends SUCK!

Sittin’ at the bar, talkin’ ‘bout nothin’
Wearin’ trendy rags, nothin’ but a poseur

Weekends, do nothin’ for me
Weekends, do nothin’ for me
Weekends, weekends SUCK!

Weekends, do nothin’ for me
Weekends, do nothin’ for me
Weekends, weekends SUCK!
Suck Suck Suck Suck Suck Suck Suck Suck, weekends SUCK!
Suck Suck Suck Suck Suck Suck Suck Suck, weekends SUCK!