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How Am I Not Dead Yet?
02:39
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The blood in the eye of the needles ran cold
Platelets congeals and the filters smell old
Dust on the water with lipstick on the glass
The pin is twisted and dull yet made to last
The pin is twisted and dull yet made to last
No need to lie if the questions are not asked
Long shirts in summer to hide all track marks
Fevers in winter and my consciousness departs
Take a life, this life
Ended now, what then?
The light, look into the light
It’s bright, too bright, too bright
One day we’ll be walking in
And feel we’ve walked this walk before
Before, before
(It’s not done yet)
Someone catch the fire before we burn
We’re just dirt to the ground
One day I’ll be crawling in
And feel I’ve crawled this crawl before
Before, before
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I’m in the house, I’m in a house
It’s a flat, Council flat
But you know that, Tax dodger
I’m a tax dodger
Down down downdown down, downdown downdown down
Down down downdown down, downdown downdown down
Down down downdown down, downdown downdown down
Down down downdown down, downdown downdown down
Food is not free you can take it from me
Food is not free you can take that from me
Not just from money but sweat on your back
Let’s all agree that is fact
Sweat from your growing
And sweat from your nicking
All your shop robbing
Is time consuming
Hours in a day are the same
Regardless your name
Professions can change
New skills can be trained
So you manage at Tesco
I like to rob from Tesco
So you drive a fast car
Polluting where the trees grow
Poisoning the airflow
Or just stacking up the food shelf
These positions are needed
But needed for someone else
Awwwww, awwwwww, awwwww, awwww
Pedestals are not life choices
Choices that should make you voiceless
Your rights are your own decisions
Fraught by corrupt and bought elections
NHS who gives a fuck?
Till your hit by a car and run out of luck
Don’t speak English, go back home
It’s easier to attack you from the air drone
It’s easier to ignore you when you’re not here
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And you can shut up
Your verse/chorus songs are starting to bore me
I’d think they’d start to bore you too but that’s a different story
Yes we’ve all got opinions, but mine means more to me than yours
Oh Grunger boy! Do I make your ears sore?
I Hate Myself And I Want To Die is better than Lounge Act you fucking hipster
We know the score, we know the crime
The nineties were good but that’s a different time
We’re keeping score, we’re keeping sore
Your subjective objective we can’t
Ignore, the smirk on my face
For, the love of your God
I’m, just a bully
Your, taste offends me
My, rules are golden coloured
Opinionated arseholes
So what? It’s music
So what? It’s just art
But rules are rules
Yeah yeah, it’s just the rules
It’s just the rules
I don’t like the way you like that song
Is it, simple music for simple people?
One, reason you’re needed
To, be a consumer
Free, from your own thought
For, bigger agendas
Your, money’s an asset
To, fund their own lives
Sheep, herded by wolves
Truths, spread through their lies
That’s, why there are rules
And, stronger opinions that your own ones
Being sad for fun
It’s so beautiful how lost we are
Come back when you’re old enough to know how to
I just see people running around
Doing what they’re supposed to
Doing what they’re supposed to
Are you doing what you’re supposed to
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Let’s take a closer look
At the me raping you in the mouth bit
I actually thought you were good
And I think most bands are shit
I don’t expect you to like me
I quite like that you don’t
I am quite the bad guy
I right like to poke fun and joke
You did impress me
Well your live performance at least
Your drummers a machine
And your bassists a sexy beast
I’m not into hardcore
Or even metal myself
You can call me a pussy for it
And I’ll call you something else
Palm Reader are pretty fucking good
Palm Reader are pretty fucking good
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5. |
Porky Pies And Lullabies
02:00
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Avocado Paul was not a toad
Just a frog sat on a log
An imaginary animal come to life
The laws of physics come down within minutes
New morality lawed by social constructs
You never shat, now where you at?
Can you feel your heart beat? Can you feel your lungs breathe?
Avocado Paul, now meet the real world
Spaghetti roads, man built homes
Things the wild will never see
Expensive taste against poverty
Love of hate with great certainty
Your legs now taste great covered in salt
As you’re wondering if it was ever your fault
Is man so cruel or just animal?
When the wind blows
When the cars go
Is it a sight to see?
Concrete woods and plastic trees
Is it a sight to see?
No space for you just me
The real worlds no fun to the amphibian
The swamp you lost it, we filled it with toxic
Waste the habitat, we’ll build on that
The global man has globalised his plan
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Rigorous explaining to do
On how baggy them trousers were
When it rained, it would soak to your knees
The sleeves, studded bracelets and septum rings
I remember summers
Were a fucking bummer
Black in the sun
Chav beatings on everyone
Look at me
The minority plea
Never smiling
Grin to devil worshipping
Teenage angst but in a fucking tank
We’re a team as long as we hate everything
Fuck Coal, Chamber
Your Big, Truck Sucks
Slipknot, Sold out
Korn Just, Got Old
Linkin, Boy band
Godsmack, Get fucked
Papa, wrote shit
Limp Bizkit always sucked
I thought I was weak but then I met you
Cause I never practiced sucking dick on shotguns
Oh woe is me in a neon refrain
The un-relatable agony could be anyone’s
The undeniable trials of the adolescent years
Before common sense interferes
Sulking, Heart ache
New rocks, Date rape
Selfish, Intake
Regret, Takes place
Solos, Scatter
Mass groups, Gather
Ideals, Shatter
Nothing, Matters
I told all the girls at school
That your dick looked small {x7
Don’t worry
About what they think
Don’t let them
Bring you to the brink
Just be how you want
Just feel belonged
I told all the girls
I told them all
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7. |
Colin's 2020 Report
01:40
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We don’t want your homosexual tutor
We don’t want your transsexual teacher
Transsexuals don’t understand
Maths or Science
Homosexuals don’t know
History or English
Only a white man can teach you to be a man
Only a white woman can teach you to be a mum
We don’t want our kids to catch your disease
We don’t want our kids to catch your disease
We don’t want our kids to catch your disease
We don’t want our kids to catch your disease
Why can’t you all just be normal?
The bible said that you are wrong
Stop pretending to enjoy the company of men
Stop lying about your gender
Stop thinking your better than God’s plan
Stop not thinking about what we want
Why aren’t we all exactly the same?
Why aren’t we all exactly the same?
Why aren’t we all exactly the same?
Why aren’t we all exactly the same?
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8. |
Growing Teeth
09:11
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I’ve got things only drugs can hide
Good old bad days
I’ve dug myself a hole in the shape of a K
I’m not talking about tomorrow today
Sorry the drugs took me away
If what it’s worth, is worth it all
Worth at all, from big to small
Torn clothes with hot rocked holes
Broken bones and best friend death tolls
Laughter, love ones embrace
Bloodied nose and sunken face
Stomach cramps sing their songs
Juggling both hands with right and wrongs
Now we can sit, lay, stare and sick
Nothing but our own minds, all is all left behind
When should we dare, to start to care
Landing on the plane lands, back where the escape began
Began, I’m just, a damn
Goddamn, Goddamn, a fucked, young man
The scams, a sham
Goddamn, your plan
And
The emotion breaks under light of the moon
I begin to wonder if we drank too soon
Ket curdles with red wine and Blue Lagoon
Doing bumps the size of tablespoons
Soon the shush of paralyzed lips
Flavoured in bitter from where the back drips
Level the surface from where the face sits
Smiled in comas from where the smack hits
Running through my own dreams, it’s not what it seems
All I hear are screams of thundering bloodstreams
Circles in my head, hopes taste like death
It’s all we have left, our souls have dyed red
Honey of the perception, living to expectation
Eyes under detection, crumble under tension
If what it costs, is worth it’s lost
Worth the exhaust, it’s another line to cross
Summon up my courage
I’m coming home
My face says it all
My eyes see in monochrome
My eyes see what they’re told
Breaking down by dawn, thinking you’re the one
Worser than some, like this has never been done
Your heart skips a bit, but it’s worth it
Newer fears exist, showing up in clenched fists
My fists, are pissed, they missed,
But kissed, now resist, police twist, cuffed wrists
We’re running! We’re running! We’re running! We’re running!
We’re running! We’re running! We’re running! We’re running!
Noon reaches hope, as ending hits the scope
At the end of the rope, there’s always hope
Sooner hit the keypad, desperation becomes mad
As the mood tastes like sad, it’s just another day needed
It’s needed, to feed it, exceeded
Can’t beat it, It’s sacred, I feel naked, without it
We’re running! We’re running! We’re running! We’re running!
We’re running!
We’re running!
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