Album Lyrics to No Apologies No Regrets -- 2017

 Aching Head Leads to "Perfect" Phrasing  - Photo Credit: Scott Boylan

Aching Head Leads to "Perfect" Phrasing  - Photo Credit: Scott Boylan

Song Lyrics for No Apologies No Regrets

King Rat 2017

I Want to be Mad Music & Lyrics: Luke Schmaltz

I want to be mad and then I’m gonna be sad

Don’t give me your power of positive thinking

I’m a downer drowning drinking

It ain’t rad it’s just a fad to pretend that we’re all glad


I want to be mean not ever in between

Don’t give me your power of human kindness

I’m gonna rage in total blindness

Being nice is a vice with too big of a price


I’m positive that I’m gonna be negative

It’s affirmative that I’m gonna be derogative

I want to be mad


I want to be blue and then a burden on you

Don’t give me your power of self reliance

I’m gonna slump over in defiance

I’m a fool and a tool I don’t believe in the golden rule


I want to be sick a repulsive prick

Don’t give me your power of spiritual healing

I’m overcome with a wretched feeling

You’re a kook and a mook I’ll rebuke and then puke on you

Transplant-itis Music & Lyrics: Luke Schmaltz

I don’t give a damn what kind of car you drive

You’re in the swarm with the rest of the bees the hypnotizing hive

Possessions unimpressive with the money that you make

You ain’t fooling nobody we know those tits are fake


Go back to the status quo

Go back to the plastic zone

Go back to utopia

Go back go back go back to California


You look like you lost a fight, Botox injections

You’re constantly surprised with two permanent fat lips

They siphoned out your guts with your liposuction hips

Get off your ass and exercise now there’s a weight loss tip


You’re sick with vanity you brought the virus here

An immobile calamity no one can steer clear

You didn’t have to go and do all that to your face

Nothing could have been done to fix you in the first place

Death Grip Music: Mike Makkay / Lyrics: Luke Schmaltz

Adderall collateral prescription sodomy

Hooked on distraction slowly slipping into a lobotomy

Oxycodone overdose into the void of opioids

Ease my panic with some Xanax why am I so paranoid


Percocet tunes in my station to the music of sedation

The need for speed I never dream except for about amphetamines

Klonopin took on a whim gain a habit lose a friend

Demerol I’m riddled in Valium now I got the bends


Killing pain on the Coedine train tunnel vision says it’s OK

My nervous system is immersed in a warm bath that drowns my brain

Darvocet when the pain sets in up the dose or I’ll get violent

Vicodin my secret jinn I’ll say goodnight with an ingestion


Death grip closing on me

Death grip I’m in the squeeze

Nothing for Nothing Music & Lyrics: Luke Schmaltz

Everybody wants something for nothing

I want nothing for nothing


It’s a life of hi and bye the end is nigh I know that for one thing

I’ll pay the price for knowing you but I got something I wouldn’t trade for nothing


It’s better to choose and then to lose

Good times with you were so damn worth the blues

I want nothing for nothing


Life it flies on by and you left your mark on me for a long time

I’ll never erase your memory I bear the sign of when you were in your prime


We worked hard to bring you in to earn your trust to show that we were tender

In return you were a friend and to boot a ruthless home defender


The constance of impermanence it’s a short ride the ending ain’t a fun thing

But I got my money’s worth I got something I wouldn’t trade for nothing

Phoenix Jones Music: Mike Makkay / Lyrics: Luke Schmaltz

Being good is bad for me why can’t I let it be

What was a fantasy is now reality

Some say to forgo that I won’t go for

A city sick with evil and I am the cure


You are pervasive and you chase them and then erase them

I’m gonna face you and engage you and debase you


Hypervigilance at a fast past

I’m a masked face in a vast place

On the road to hell with good intentions

Worn down by the rat race


So many damn times twisted heinous crimes

Take their damage toll on innocent folks

Now the turn is mine to set the balance straight

I’m stalking through the night to make you abate


I got the liberty of anonymity with equanimity so let’s roll

Thinkful Wishing Music & Lyrics: Luke Schmaltz

Here’s looking at you kid

We partnered up in crime so many good times on the skids

I wish that I could stop this but I got no control

I wish you didn’t have to go


It sucks that your luck had to run out

But you pushed it to the edge man you really made it count

I’ll say a prayer to you the next time that I roll

I wish you didn’t have to go


So long adios amigo- saying by it hurts me so

I’m frozen as I face this the horror of the floe

I wish you didn’t have to go


I swore that I’d never leave your side

It’s selfish to hold on so I let go when I cry

I’m down here in the dumps now I’m really feeling low

I wish you didn’t have to go

Piss Off Music & Lyrics: Luke Schmaltz

This pathetic age over-sensitivity

It ain’t justified they’re just a bunch of babies

All too blind from crying other wise they’d see

Things can always get worse the first rule of misery


There’s no shortcut home the haul is always long

They’ll hate you when you’re right so you might as well be wrong

You can’t go around the mountain you gotta climb over the top

Can’t please everyone you sure can piss ‘em all off


If you live for other people you can’t live with yourself

Either stand up or be feeble it’s all cowards in hell

So long as you are honest and wield the brutal truth

There will be plenty of folks around to despise you


If you got nothing but friends you’ve surely lost your way

You’ve spent your integrity making them all happy

Who cares if they adore if you can’t say your own name

They’ll suck you dry ignore you if you let them you’re to blame

Thrift Store Kids Music & Lyrics: Luke Schmaltz

I met her in Driver’s Ed School at 14

She wore combat boots she got from the D.A.V.

I took her on a date to Chuck E. Cheese

She wore pants to the prom and I dressed like Rodney


I lettered as a Freshman jock life wasn’t me

I found my styles at the Salvation Army

A letter on a trenchcoat a move that got me beat

Rebel outsiders fighting guaranteed


We were thrift store when thrift store wasn’t cool

Second hand kids in a world of first class tools

We dressed like fools and ditched out of school

We were thrift store when thrift store wasn’t cool


Our Brand X boards were never in the cool kid scene

We got our flannel shirts from the A.R.C.

We were hungry to learn but some things you can’t teach

How to stand alone when the herd won’t budge or breach


Growing up on hand me downs was bleak

Plaid pants pinned and cut at the knee

Ten bucks at Goodwill meant no laundry

They looked down on us as punks, geeks & freaks

Future Politician Music: Mike Makkay / Lyrics: Luke Schmaltz

The classless of the asses out of passes with me

You’re all soaking wet with the denial that you seep

Defiled beneath a pile buried helplessly

It’s your role to dig a hole like a soulless creep


Trigger out your nonsense ammunition of belief

But there is nobody sitting in the driver’s seat

Grip the wheel remotely and watch the rearview scene

And so your life is backwards tragedy repeats


You’re so damn full of it

You got a future in politics


Squeeze and break the hand speak and take it back

Your heart is in the mail and it’s pitch black

Now you grease the wheel pad the pockets as you feel

You stink like the fine print in a rotten deal

Down the Gullet Music & Lyrics: Luke Schmaltz

You can’t see my mouth it’s covered up with fur

Send the liquor south aim for the blur

The beard is the 21st Century Mullet

Down the gullet


I drink a lot of booze I dump it down my face

And there’s a lot I lose It’s all over the place

It’s raining beer like golden bullets

Down the gullet


I became a man a primordial high

I shotgunned a can and had a killer time

The beard is the 21st Century mullet

Down the gullet


I hear a cork pop from way down the block

Make the bottom the top It’s time to rock

Your hand’s on the lever it’s time to pull it

Down the gullet  

King Rat (Redux) Music: Zeth Pedulla / Lyrics: Luke Schmaltz

We walk the line and don’t betray

Talk is cheap we don’t pay

You can’t keep the beast at bay

It doesn’t matter what you say


We accept it: nothing’s fair

Stack the odds we don’t care

We came up from down below

We love to jam and live to go


Through the muck we find our way

Darkness to the light of day

Another night time to throw

Give all we got at every show


Through the ringer chewed up and mean

I saved my guts from the machine

I’m not alone brothers and songs

Half scar tissue and twice as strong



The Gift from Pockets


Douglas Hopper aka “Pockets”  joined King Rat in 2006.

After numerous run-ins with the guy at arbitrary shopping locations such as Target, PetsMart, Wal Mart and elsewhere -- I had a feeling.

I just kept inadvertently running into the dude. Once, I was searching up and down the aisles for my soon-to-be ex-wife, I turned the corner from linens to housewares and was startled by  “Hey fucker! How you doing?”

I was in the throes of ‘I-hate-shopping-hell,’ so i was happy to see a friend.

“Doug! What’s up man?”

“Oh, you know …. Just looking around for the shit we need.”

“Right on dude. I’m just trying to keep the peace.”  

Another time, I dropped a bag of mutt treats in doggy yum yum land. I stood up, looked to the right and saw Doug halfway down the lane shopping for mutt food. This time I didn’t say anything because I was pussywhipped by the fact that my wife at the time convinced me to get a Chihuahua.

Once again -- near hardware I believe -- our shopping baskets almost crashed into one another and wherever it was didn’t matter. He had a feeling too.

“Yo fucker. I keep running into you.”

“Yeah, what’s up asshole. Shopping our lives away, eh? Ha ha “   

This beast of a man, a clock of a drummer and an all-around stand-up guy kept appearing in my path. Not on purpose, but for a purpose. He himself said to his sweet wife Stephanie on the last encounter: “I’m going to join King Rat.”

Two weeks later King Rat’s drummer left for personal reasons and I, having toured with Pocket’s previous band St. James Gate, had Doug’s number.

We had a show in one week. Doug learned a dozen songs in two practices and we played the show and killed it. It was a douchy lineup with a bunch of hack bands that are not together to this day, but what is forged in my mind are Doug’s words: “What the fuck are we doing here?”

That question has echoed in the caterwauling cavern of my mind since then. And I believe Doug has helped me manufacture some answers.

Since Pockets joined the band we have released six recordings, namely Duct Tape and Dreams, Everything Burns, Sacred Things, Buy the Ticket Take the Ride, 20 Years A Million Beers and our newest -- No Apologies No Regrets.

Without Pockets, none of these projects were possible due to the fact that he defies labels. The stigma is that drummers are irresponsible and sketchy. Not Douglas Hopper ... this man delivers and does so “on time.”

The guy has not only a job, but a professional career. Yet, he keeps time for the kind of music he loves and participates in the tedious mire of album art, layout, liner notes and finance. Yeah … he manages the money.

King Rat was at a crossroads, Doug stepped in and helped me keep alive the notion that independent ideas thrive without mainstream influence. With his attack we shall continue.  

And for his sins, I wrote a song for him about his best friend, Dakota. R.I.P.

Nothing for Nothing

Everybody wants something for nothing

I want nothing for nothing

It’s a life of hi and bye the end is nigh I know that for one thing

I’ll pay the price for knowing you but I got something I wouldn’t trade for nothing

It’s better to choose and then to lose

Good times with you were so damn worth the blues

I want nothing for nothing

Life it flies on by and you left your mark on me for a long time

I’ll never erase your memory I bear the sign of when you were in your prime

We worked hard to bring you in to earn your trust to show that we were tender

In return you were a friend and to boot a ruthless home defender

The constance of impermanence it’s a short ride the ending ain’t a fun thing

But I got my money’s worth I got something I wouldn’t trade for nothing


You can access the this song and the rest of the jams here:



How Two Unlikely Friends Discovered ‘Punk Rock Gold’


How Two Unlikely Friends Discovered ‘Punk Rock Gold’

Mike Makkay plays lead guitar in King Rat and has for the last 17 years. We first crossed paths in 1997. He was working as a DJ for 93.3 KTCL -- “Denver’s Rock Alternative.”

I soon discovered that Mike was anything but typical. Instead of the two-dimensional tongue-in cheek run-of-the-mill radio guy smarminess, Mike’s interview questions were poised, intelligent, and obviously planned out in advance.



Issue 1, Volume 1 of The Rodent Reader - King Rat Newsletter

News From the Denver Punk Rock Music Front

Hi King Rat Friend/Fan


The numbers have aligned and we have decided to get with the times.


The first song we ever wrote back in 1994 was entitled "21". 


We just rocked through our 21st year as a band. 


Someone recently said, "Hey, you morons should get with the 21st Century."


Since we often abide by the rule of threes, this trifecta became the perfect reason to reach out and connect with friends and fans via newsletter.


In order not to bore you I will keep things to the point, and in order not to insult you I will keep the shameless hawking of wares to a minimum. 



Another Denver Punk Rocker Bites the Dust

February 2016 found us in paradise, playing an acoustic set on the beach. The King Rat crew and extended friends and family went to the Dominican Republic to celebrate our beloved bass player Anthony Delilli's marital union with longtime sweetheart Gina Crow. That's right mofos - we played a show in another country, so now we are officially an internationally gigging band. Insert image of smug posturing here. 


On the Road Again

We will be setting out for a jaunt through the midwest in August, 2016 - playing shows in Nebraska, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Kentucky and Missouri. Stay tuned for details.


Song of the Month

I live by the busiest hospital in Denver, and since I stay up most nights writing I often see the EMTs trudging to their cars in the early am after a rough night of ugly human reality. 'EMT' is our tribute to first responders who continually stick their necks out for the unlucky, the unfortunate and the very stupid. All of us fringe dwellers, margin walkers and thrill seekers need to say thank you. If you know someone who works to help others in need, please feel free to forward them this video link. Who knows, it just might make their day!


If You Dig This and Want More Punk Rock Music and Other Cool Stuff

You can quickly and cheaply download plenty of King Rat music for your personal enjoyment on our Bandcamp page.


Represent the music with some damn fine fashions designed by our drummer Doug "Pockets" Hopper by checking out our merch page on Big Cartel.


Denver, Colorado people -- you can check us out live on April 9th at the Marquis Theater with Unwritten Law and Fenix, TX - and - on April 23rd at Goosetown Tavern with Luna Sol, Grind Cat Grind and Johnny Got Rocks


Meanwhile, lead guitarist Mike Makkay and I will be melding our psyches to craft the next crop of King Rat songs ... coming soon to an MP3 file near you!


Explicitly yours,

Luke "The Word Man" Schmaltz

singer & contributing songwriter - King Rat



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Denver Punk Rock Band King Rat Finally Reaches Legal Drinking Age


Denver Punk Rock Band King Rat Finally Reaches Legal Drinking Age

After numerous years of cranking out original rock and roll with a particularly rapid bent, King Rat has officially crossed the threshold into grownup-ness. That's right, the band was founded in 1994 by Luke Schmaltz -- 21 years ago. Schmaltz has systematically been forcing beer into the faces of his band mates for what could be considered two decades of contributing to the delinquency of a musical minor.

Never mind the actual age of the band members. We are talking about the age of the band itself as an entity here. It would seem that this is a little-policed sector of illegal consumption that has somehow been overlooked by the law and swept under the rickety back porch of society's haphazard gaze.  What this means is that there are thousands -- if not hundreds of thousands of bands getting blackout blotto between gigs in a fringe practice that is clearly occurring outside the confines of the law.

As most bands never clear the two-year mark much less the two-decade mark, this is an issue that has yet to come to the forefront of public attention. In a unanimous online vote, all currently active punk rock musicians have agreed to ignore the actual age of the band they are in and operate strictly as free agents, taking full and sole responsibility for the brunt of their drinking practices. Although bands like NOFX, Pennywise, Bad Religion and yes, King Rat can legally drink all they want by way of legal concession, all bands under age will have to consume at their own risk and resist the temptation to blame their bad behavior on the booze.  

Legal infractions, citations and jail time notwithstanding, King Rat has vowed to encourage the practice that has stood them in good stead for their entire existence. They will actively encourage all bands in their circle of influence, regardless of age, to engage in imbibing band behavior. This liberating albeit illegal tradition serves to bring band mates closer together, make otherwise horrific gigs tolerable and to provide ample lubrication during the song-birthing process.

The foursome will even loiter around the proverbial liquor store of rock'n'roll,  secretly offering to buy suds and swill for fellow bands who are not yet 21. As more bands mature to legal drinking age, society's anti-fun watchdogs will sooner or later pick up on the scent of stale beer and raw music -- looking to shut down one of the last remaining wellsprings of pure unadulterated art born of boundless energy. Yet for every underage band they pursue, behind their backs two will be coming of age ... waving the torch at burgeoning bands and keeping the fire alive.

Would you like a taste? Here's Don't Blame it on the Booze by King Rat ... it's song 8 on this free playlist!