Crooks and their Castles

by bully in the hallway

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Crooks and their Castles is Bully in the Hallway's 2nd full length album.

More info at Bullyinthehallway.com

“...(the)fast-paced guitar work (and) the multi-fold harmonies are awfully nice... There’s an intricate sophistication to most of (their songs)... If they keep this up, we may be talking about this Bully in the same breath as another Chicago band with punk tendencies who can carry a tune, and that’s Rise Against.”
-Consequence of Sound-

“The second coming of Naked Raygun?... Crooks is bursting with energy, excitement, and hooks. This only being Bully’s second full-length, the album proves that this is a band to keep an eye on.”
-The Big Takover & Examiner.com-

“This is the band's second self-released album and if they continue to make these types of leaps in their sound and presentation they will find a home label in 2012.”
-The Deli Magazine-

#2 on Examiner.com's BEST LOCAL RELEASES OF 2011

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released December 1, 2011

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Bully is a punk band from Chicago, Illinois.

Like all great things, we started as a joke in December of 2006.

If you want to contact us about shows, booking, events or just because you'd like to talk, email us at
bullyinthehallway (at) gmail (dot) com.
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Track Name: If I can't have my cake and eat it too... Then I'll have pie
If I can’t have my cake and eat it too, then I’ll have pie.

I got patience under my bed.
Like working magic, words never said.
Sometimes my face hurts, from banging my head.
Orchestrate curse when fumbling to death.

I’m so tired of this sleep.
The toss, the turns, the endless speech.
The grips and the colors,
And the know-everythings…
Get back in my dreams, get back in my!

When seen defiance lessons vacillate.
Chalk-talk silence, matches burn in wait.
The things you hold pick up and pack away,
Leaving you with this visceral landscape.

I’m so tired of this sleep.
The toss, the turns, the endless speech.
The grips and the colors,
And the know-everythings…
Get back in my dreams, get back in my!

If I can’t my cake and eat it too, then I’ll have pie.
If I can’t my cake and eat it too, then I’ll have pie.
Track Name: Life is Money
Life is Money.

"Flawless."
Said the Goldsmith.
"Can't get enough; building up,
Cursory concepts for constructs.
Unblemished,
In the sense of making noise.
Are they loud enough?
They'll fuck you up!"

"If Life is Money,
How much Money is your Life?
Rapport is reflection,
How many words can you type?

Don't spend it all in one place.
Don't spend it all.
Don't spend it all in one place."

"Tacit."
Said the Wordsmith.
"Don't tie it up; spitting blood,
Magnetic moments... Own it.
Contentious,
In the sense of making noise,
Are we loud enough?
We'll fuck you up!"

"If Life is Money,
How much Money is your Life?
Rapport is reflection,
How many words can you type?

Don't spend it all in one place.
Don't spend it all.
Don't spend it all in one place."
Track Name: Golden Bones
Golden Bones

I hope you’re doing well,
These sentences tame fear.
Where ya been? How have you felt?
Same times…New years!

So you played the ingénue,
With her gold machine….
Gift basket wishes’ view,
Do you need a change?

I can’t wait for our bones to be gold.
And our homes to be homes!

Will your dreams true,
Luck is just persistence.
And Time, our fickle friend,
Neither here nor complacent.

Yes we’ve made mistakes,
Forgive; don’t regret…
And when we find our place,
You will not forget…

I can’t wait for our bones to be gold.
And our homes to be homes!

We’ve torn the fabric of this town.
Big city; is there someone else?
Your skyline beauty is all we know.
Skin deep like our golden bones.

And was great while it lasted,
At least we met. At least we met.
And it was great while it lasted,
At least we met. Nice to meet you!

Trying to fit in this skin,
Adjusting to these bones…
Trying to fit in this skin,
Adjusting to these bones…
I’m trying to fit in this skin,
A canvas for our golden bones...
Track Name: Advice
Advice

I'm not free,
Just like advice.
Got my attention like graffiti.
And I'm at peace,
With this life,
Whether or not your with me...

What is it you want that you don't have, that you don't already have?

Deep in wrongs,
I need a right.
Caught spotlight like the city.
That's my city.

What is it you want that you can't have?
ADVICE!!!

She might flee,
From the city.
West the direction; forward thinking.
She's at peace,
With the beach; Sun saturation, winter fleeting.

What is you want that you don't have, that you don't already have?

Deep in wrongs,
She needs a right...
Might be affection,
Heart is bleeding.
Cause that's her city!!!

What is it you want that you can't have?
ADVICE!!!
Track Name: Stickup Chicks
Stick-Up Chick!

Is she a stick-up chick or a cartwheel kid?
When she does tricks with senseless quips,
Does anyone, does anyone give a shit?
She’s got succulent lips, good-looking friends,
Like whiskey sips that burn my chest,
Can anyone, can anyone handle them’?

The past few years have been nothing, but a blur!
While everyone was shaken, mistaken. We were stirred!!!

Like pathogens we’re all exposed,
Giving in while growing old.
The madness in our BONES!!!
Explanations only grow into questions that we know,
And answers that we OWE!!!

The past few years have been nothing, but a blur!
While everyone was shaken, mistaken. We were stirred!!!

Are you a stick-up chick or a cartwheel kid?
When you do tricks with senseless quips,
Does anyone, does anyone give a shit?
You’ve got succulent lips, good-looking friends,
Like whiskey sips that burn my chest,
Can anyone, can anyone handle them’?

The past few years have been nothing, but a blur!
While everyone was shaken, mistaken. We were stirred!!!
Track Name: Walk of Shame
Walk of Shame

Woke up in the morning,
Where am I?
I don’t care,
I got drunk last night.
Woke up in the morning,
Who is that?
Oh shit!

It’s all about awkward morning,
& the walk,
The walk of shame will take me home.

There’s a lot of girls at the bar,
But she, she caught my eye.
It wasn’t beer goggles though,
Nor liquor,
When last call was called,
She was mine.

It’s all about awkward morning,
& the walk,
The walk of shame will take me home.

I won’t do like most ladies,
& leave something behind.
No trinkets, panties, or darlings,
Just empty telephone lines.

It’s all about awkward morning,
& the walk,
The walk of shame will take me home.

It’s all about empty wallets,
I guess… I guess… I guess…
I’m walking’ home.
Track Name: You Got Me!
You Got Me!

You got that look.
You got those thoughts.
You got me shook.
You got me lost!

You got cool class,
You got them thighs.
You cut like glass,
You leave me shy!

When you know I’m tired,
You ignite my ire.
When you know I’m wired,
You got me mesmerized.

When you know I’m lazy,
You leave me begging.
When you know I’m breaking,
You got me shaking.

You got me!

You got that posture.
You got that slant.
You got me flustered.
You got me clamped!

You got that style.
You got that glare.
You got me wild.
You leave me scared!

When you know I’m tired,
You ignite my ire.
When you know I’m wired,
You got me mesmerized.

When you know I’m lazy,
You leave me begging.
When you know I’m breaking,
You got me shaking.

You got me!
Track Name: Tight Pantz
Tight Pantz

It’s like I can’t believe it.
She trades me in for me.
It’s as if she planned this,
Like a pistol packing the heat.

She’s got those soft-spoken eyes,
With the kiss me lips.
When she walks my mind goes bye-bye-bye,
Chasing her hips.

And like her shiny tights,
Her eyes have bite.
Stain my mind and shake my life!

She won’t concede breath,
I trade her in for melody.
And yes I planned it.
Doctor Strange bringing the heat.

She claims that she’s so much different,
When she blushes the same.
Like when there are cameras,
She’s always playing the dame!

And like her shiny tights,
Her eyes have bite.
Stain my mind and shake my life!

How can I pass her by with pants that tight?!
Track Name: Blatant Persuasion
Blatant Persuasion

Shakedown slush fun(d)…

No more time, time is expanding.
No more time, this time has gone.
We need action without question,
Otherwise our time has come.

We’re sweating bullets while shooting stars.
This loss of focus is all of ours.
Got you faded; not so shy…
Three words to live by, DENY, DENY, DENY!

Shakedown slush fun(d)…

How did this happen, this our invention?
Melliferous actions, “Our Bad” intentions.
We had a vision with pistol precision,
A distraction which speaks without asking…

We’re sweating bullets while shooting stars.
This loss of focus is all of ours.
Got you faded; not so shy…
Three words to live by, DENY, DENY, DENY!

We got three words to live by…
DENY! DENY! DENY!
Track Name: Magnanimous Corpses
Magnanimous Corpses.

She was smoking like a pipe dream,
With a cackle like a wild fire.
Eyes as silent as the flora's scream,
Mouth as potent as the smokes spiral.

Mapping out her expressions,
I was waiting for instructions…
She's my high heel conundrum,
Ba ba ba bangin' like percussion!

I was rolling like the credits,
Lit up like the house lights…
I was searching for her affection,
She can't control her appetite…

Mapping out her expressions,
I was waiting for instructions…
She's my high heel conundrum,
Ba ba ba bangin' like percussion!

She's got that roulette corset!!!
She's got that roulette corset!!!
She's got that roulette corset!!!
She's got that roulette corset!!!

Sin-If-It-Can-Other
Sin-If-It-Can-Other
Sin-If-It-Can-Other
Sin-If-It-Can-Other
Track Name: 9to5er
9to5er

My body’s soaked and bothered.
Fingers point and smother.
We flow like rain filled gutters.
The hour glass seems covered.

Sun beams are catatonic morning eyes.
The coffee screams and sugar cries,
To vanquished pride and drained surprise,
As hackneyed cheeks walk the lines.

I go to work,
Get home for dinner.
Play the lotto,
And hope it’s a winner.
Otherwise I’m just a sinner, yeah.

Another nine to fiver…
Another nine to fiver…
Another nine to fiver…
Another nine to five.

Her body’s soaked and bothered.
His finger’s point and smother.
They flow like rain filled gutters.
The hour glass seems covered.

The game is simple yet the same,
Boredom sinks in who’s to blame,
Nowhere to turn can’t complain.
Is this the modern workers fate?

I go to work,
Get home for dinner.
Play the lotto,
And hope it’s a winner.
Otherwise I’m just a sinner, yeah.

Another nine to fiver…
Another nine to fiver…
Another nine to fiver…
Another nine to five.
Track Name: Crooks
Crooks

Someone said that I’m way too serious.
A reprise verbatim would be dietary.
The thieves have tired of the righteous.
Shackles or not; we’re all trying to get paid.

Are you dangerous? Alluring and kinetic?
When the wick has burnt, do you sit withstanding?
The audience tires of the lecherous.
So what if sex sells; we’re all trying to get laid!!!

When the knocks turn locks,
And the thieves stand still…
All the lies we’ve collected,
Will abandon our, will abandon our…

When the knocks turn locks,
And the town stands still…
Like crooks in our castles,
We’ll abandon our, we’ll abandon our…

Shoot the shit while; while the shits around.
Who knows where, where you’ll wake up?
The weak have tired of the shameless…
Laughs or applause; we’re all trying to get praise.

Let’s ride their merry-go and get fucked downtown,
Before we’re buried by the sunspots.
The audience tired of the lecherous.
So what if sex sells; we’re all trying to get laid!!!

When the knocks turn locks,
And the thieves stand still…
All the lies we’ve collected,
Will abandon our, will abandon our…

When the knocks turn locks,
And the town stands still…
Like crooks in our castles,
We’ll abandon our, we’ll abandon our…