1. |
Boxticker
02:47
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It's a lonely road
Picking out avenues, son
Take the best that you've done
Suffer without rejection
BLAME THE OPEN ARMS!
BLAME THE POLIO!
BLAME THE RADIO!
AINT IT LONELY THO!
It's a lonely road
Bringing about the caption
Are you good enough?
ARE YOU GOOD ENOUGH?
Chasing old waves
Getting nowhere
Tasting its stain
I need a holiday
BLAME THE OPEN ARMS!
BLAME THE POLIO!
BLAME THE RADIO!
AINT IT LONELY THO!
It's a lonely road
Bringing about the caption
What's the worst that you've done
SHUT UP SHUT UP
I'm stealing for nothing
Looking for something
I don't think that you understand
I do not think that I am yr man
GRAZING OVER CHAINS
DAYS WILL STAY THE SAME
GRAZING OVER CHAINS
I need a holiday...
Oh you
Grazing over chains...
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2. |
Blister Pâté
01:43
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As if to say, as if to say
Tag some begone and then you'll twitch yr fucking life away
Blister pate
Sister, be safe
Tell everyone to bring their 8 bit future face to play
This lock is fate
Our lives are bait
Try something that you would have done on any other day
As if to say
As if to say...
Prepare yr days for interlude
The song they sing is nothing new
Become the props
Become the proof
See lazy and do
As if to say, as if to say
Tag some begone and then you'll twitch yr fucking life away
Blister pate
Sister, be safe
Tell everyone to bring their 8 bit future face to play
This lock is fate
Our lives are bait
Try something that you would have done on any other day
As if to say
As if to say...
Prepare yr days for interlude
Dare you go
Dare you no
Dreaming of the family that you'll never know
Daughter leaf
Fell off the tree
And buckled under pressure from her schedule at 3!
CAN ONLY HAVE A HEART ATTACK IF I AM REALLY FREE!
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3. |
Piss Artist
02:54
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Laid again laid again...
So many more
Loud and then loud again
So many more
Suit of bruise suiting who?
No man is more blind and few
Bind and sue
It's nothing at all
Tres beaucoup
Letters are good
It vaguely sounds like we have had fun
Oh, we had fun!
The pieces of the puzzles
Are nothing but nuzzles
Ten feet above loving
something for nothing
It's coming home, Mom
To nothing at all
Late again, late again
Some many times
Strange again strange again
So many times
I live off you, live off me
Pray we get by...
EMERGENCY!
Picture hides with the pieces of meat
I won't be here when the puppets go crazy
Life for you
Liver for me
I never got lucky
Luckily
Oh lucky!
The pieces of the puzzles
Are nothing but nuzzles
Ten feet above loving
something for nothing
It's coming home though
Where nobody knows
I'm coming home though
where nobody knows
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4. |
Richest Part of Town
02:50
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Thatcher brought the hate
Major made mistakes, yeh...
Blair lied to our face
Gordon Brown was too late
In came Cameron
Fucking pigs for fun, boys
May don't know she's born
Ignite her field of corn bullshit
I'd like to spit in all their faces,
then feed them to innocent wolves
Cos you do not speak for me
Don't have to blow up random places
The fear that we need is around
Turning yr problems to sound
I chuckled again
I chuckled until you were dead
They take away the sense
of something sentient, dog
The richest part of town
Will soon be underground yeh?
The rider now the bait
A crossbow that went stray, shame
Bemused stuck up fronts
Just a bunch of cunts, mate
I'd like to spit in all their faces,
then feed them to innocent wolves
Cos you do not speak for me
Don't have to blow up random places
The fear that we need is around
Turning yr problems to sound
I chuckled again
I chuckled until you were dead
Shape shape!
We're the only ones they're taking away!
Shake it out
In yr other world
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5. |
On the Flop
01:46
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Getting over it will never get it over with
Always always little little little things
That's what scares the sleep
Flying over stuff will always have some pain, relax
Shake it shake it with yr stupid fucking name attached
TRY NOT COUNTING SHEEP
A blame a blame blame blame
Name a name name name
Stay away way fame
Prouder way more this for that
I doubt we're ever getting back
He had a wobble..
He had a wobble with that
Flying over stuff will always have some pain, relax
Shake it shake it with yr stupid fucking name attached
That's what scares the sleep
Getting over it will never get it over with
Always always little little little things
TRY NOT COUNTING SHEEP
A blame a blame blame blame
Name a name name name
Stay away way fame
Prouder way more this for that
I doubt we're ever getting back
He had a wobble..
He had a wobble with that
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6. |
Careful Now
02:02
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wooh woooooo
Sneezing again
Trying to catch yr cold like...
But nothing gets in, no one gets on, nothing gets done
Teething of late
Trying to catch your cold like
it's nothing
no flavours
like cardboard
like plastic
no flavours!
Trying to catch it all like
it never gets in, nothing gets in, nothing gets in
the mucus
the sore throat
Trying to catch you off guard
but no one gets hit, no one gets it, no one gets hit, no one gets it
We're ailing...
We're ailing...
Something to always strive for...
Get to yr hideout now
It takes a pride of place
wooo whooooo
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Careering England, UK
Locomotive big noise post-(post)-punk n’roll from Manchester, UK
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