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Smead
12:32
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We’re closer in pairs
As neighbours sit and stare
Windows shields, weak to rocks
When you throw a lot
What a big top hat
You want us to know that
Matrix reloaded upon your shoulders
You drink mead, so you told us
Pirate metal parties
Foreskins getting cheesy
From making a scene
Over your mobile screen
Do you need that cane?
So we remember your name?
Black in the summer
Oh what a bummer
Your night life’s Lady Luck
Where Jake tries to fuck
Any girl who’ll listen
Any girl’s the mission
Metal numbers on the jukebox
Skull rings with red and black striped socks
Chicken wings
The vegan sing
The final destination
Is Westgate train station
Where you’re all out of sight
‘Till tomorrow night
Rest well, rest easy
And may greasy hair stay sleazy
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2. |
Drug Trumpet
03:51
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Walking away, touching my face
Touching inside myself
Crawling away, breathing me in
Breathing for safety and health
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3. |
Post Food
04:54
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No one's ever right
You just like to think so
You darken the light
It’s all you’ve ever known
Finding the piece
Lost in the long grass
Soured milk feast
To break your fast
You are the cane that will break me
You are alone as you should be
You are the cane that will break me
You are alone as you should be
Lay wide awake for you
I am the one who’s broke through
Nothing will ever do
You are the one who’s broke too
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4. |
PEEPEEPOOPOO
01:06
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5. |
Skag City
04:37
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Just wind disturbing grass
Mumbled sounds blew away too fast
Our bodies are just machine we ride
Society’s not a place, it’s a disguise
When the rain forgets how to fall
We’ll point and blame to one and all
No one gives a shit not even a little bit
A painful lesson makes ease to remember it
(Oooooooohhhhhhhmmmmmm)
No time for sorry’s or please
We’ll forget all pain eventually
Your hates costing you but forgiveness is free
But you gave it to the birds and fleas
Panic sets down as eyes start to fit
Holding breaths to get on with it
At the end of the day, is it even tragic
It’s not so hard being a Teenage Mutant Heroin Addict
(Oooooooohhhhhhhmmmmmm)
[chorus]
Open my heart, Insert the day dream
Rush on the run, All I sees me
Never forget, thoughts that I have felt
Sleep easily, Once my brain melts
Open my eyes, Day light through pinholes
Darkness in brown, darkness I chose
This beautiful kiss, Bury me under
Promise me this, Lay me in wonder
This is only wrong because we say it’s wrong
Civilization could sing a different song
Verse/Chorus is not the only form
Repetitive behaviour has become worn
Mimicry seems the most common feature
Yet all turn to dust like every living creature
We’d be moving in schools but everyone’s a teacher
It’s the hand upon the plunger that is the real killer
(Oooooooohhhhhhhmmmmmm)
[chorus]
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6. |
Cummer
04:05
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Imagine if you just did at the world’s expense
A percentage of walking is falling
When the present time is everything
You’ve got now until it’s gone
Slap your face to wake it up, to go
You don’t want to fall down looking up
Mouth open, wide eyes shut
We get it you’ve got to go
Which taste is in it is it?
We can’t run, when we fall down
The battle is in the back streets
But we watch it on the news
We watch it if we choose
If we wish it
It’ll become explicit
If we bring it
We’ll Lethal Biz-it
You do not fish it
Or you’ll jiz it
A bowl to whisk it
Big man to frisk it
Don’t Limp Bizkit
Mp3 it
Cubase to mix it
Then peachy lick it
Run down, like a disco in a youth hostile
Aluminium bullet proof vest
Smile at the people frowning
We’ll pay to work for free
To kill a man is to play his God
To let him free
Which gone’s the gone to go for
We don’t feel depressed, we just feel
We couldn’t feel less, than anything real
Reel the bottom of the top, and feed everyday
Look to the ones we forgot, then feed when we say
Yeah?
You got to get ready for the race
To get out of this place
Everybody’s running, running round
Looking for themselves until they’re found
Turn around
Get the light, get the light, don’t burn yourself
We don’t want a casualty tonight
Unless it’s fucking fun
I can’t be one of them girls you don’t care about
Yet I just want to be someone else
Krokadil, which is burned from petrol
Burns the skin but feels like ice
Get on the tide and follow the fall
Fall face down on the real world
Does it have teeth from the iron fist?
Did it scorn the scars on your wrist?
I don’t want to admit that you’re a step down
All we know is all we know
Over by the smoking bench
You can forget you’re even alive
Nothing fills the future
Just more plans on how to die
I’m giving up, on giving up, on giving up
I hate it when you make me feel like this
We don’t want what we don’t need
Don’t pic the wrong side of your opinion
Or lose out on you decision
Which gone’s the gone to go for?
We don’t feel depressed, we just feel
We couldn’t feel less, than anything real
Reel the bottom of the top, and feed everyday
Look to the ones we forgot, then feed when we say
I hate it, when your make me feel like this
I want to suck that life into my veins
And feel happiness again
We can sell psycho for a living
But we choose to not
I want to suck that life into my veins
And feel happiness again
I want to suck that life into my veins
And feel happiness again
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7. |
Bum Shelf
04:29
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Start shaking it like a baby
Down, down, down
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8. |
Trumpet Kitchen
04:37
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Why’s this noise sound
Sleeps not sleep right now
Am I sound?
Is this sound me?
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9. |
Peeping Dongs
03:57
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Watching you sleep, through your window
Wondering when’s my turn? Feeling hollow, needing swallows
Watching you need, through your sorrow
Let me fill your holes, you I follow, into tomorrow
Put it down on me
Without you I can’t see
I need to borrow
Your love from tomorrow
I need you, more than you do
When can I take your love, take it from you
Watching you move, watching you come to
Knowing I’m not there, you have no clue, if you only knew
Make it alright
Make it tonight
Let’s make this stay the same
Let’s make it feel no pain
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10. |
Goney Hape
02:56
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Sounds across the hall
I can’t think no more
Don’t know what to write
My minds too damn bored
Go away with your fake distress
You have no point I shoulda guessed
ICF at 26
All grown up and full of shit
Go away, go away
Go away, leave me alone
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11. |
Sleep Token Are Shit
04:39
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The poly eccentric soloist backed by money grabbing fools
In uniforms of once dated fad like gimmicks
Gothic pop for the preteen’d anti everything league
That wants to be liked deep down through its plastic rebellion
Sing along if you know the words, it was the plan from the start
It was a rehearsal, not real life, a practiced belief
In the end it doesn’t even matter, it never really did
So sing your songs, premeditated anthems
Art is all colours, even the ones we hate
Entertain your illusions and entertain the disillusioned
Give the atheists something to worship
Either way it will die within time
A time I wish was sooner than now
A time I will wait on for until I can touch its physical dimensions
Until my fingers feel the forgotten thoughts
Of a band I want to forget
If Max says they’re shit
I’ll think they’re shit
If Marc thinks they’re shit
I’ll say they’re shit
If Chris knows they’re shit
I’ll agree they’re shit
If Ian called them shit
I’ll know they’re shit
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12. |
Disco Toilet
04:10
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13. |
Why Is Lee A Racist
03:56
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Hey Mr sound man
Let him play his songs
This is just a miscommunication
We can all get along
You need not shout at him
Your accusations are unjust
Several years later
He’s become a friend we can trust
If what you say is true
He would not be here with me
If what you say is true
It would be something I could see
It was unfair to say
What you just said
In a room full of eyes
Now gunning for his head
Why say what you said
And the way you said it
Announcement through speakers
Was the hardest way to hit
I understand you’re angry
But that is not what he meant
The sound filled the room
So he could not hear what you said
This could have been settled
Through handshakes and private words
Not in such a public manner
Where everybody heard
If what you say is true
He would not be here with me
If what you say is true
It would be something I could see
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14. |
Rules Of Complication
17:00
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15. |
Blood Puddle
04:13
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16. |
Dick Tears
03:42
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