1. |
Maybe We Can Be Friends
01:53
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As light starts to flicker
I look in the mirror
Crows feet and timber
I guess its the winter
Yes it's a new me
great teeth no apologies
teeth like mayonnaise
Maybe we could be friends
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2. |
Disgrace
02:41
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Drinking beers in the park it was golden
as the light fades we are sinking ships
at a loose end till the morning hits
It's a blast for some
you've got kids! so what?
Peak time hits
broken nose, a stitch
hospital hours and a midnight kiss
cold were the days when she used to rage
late in the hour I heard 'em say
get to bed my love
you're pissed! so what?
Sometimes I get carried away
sometimes I'm a mess okay
Off to the bar put the woman in place
I'm a disgrace to the human race
That's in the past so stick to the right path
one more time lets get back to your house
Because that's where I want to go
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3. |
Freshly Squeezed
01:57
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There are things that you cannot see
deep connections to a prick like me
trapped on the verge I can barely breath
two beers got me craving Charlie
I'll slow you down when you're in a rush
I like my Orange Juice freshly squeezed
when I'm micro dosing LSD
Lets skip to the good part........ Now!!!
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4. |
Supersonic Kids
03:14
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Supersonic kids are petrified
they've got beards and shit
vinyl's slick
forget it and I say
Lets be friends put the music aside
I don't read books but I often try
I like your sticker 'Free Palestine'
lets be friends out the music aside
Got an invite to another click
we micro dosed and shit
their houses stink
forget it and I say
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5. |
I'm The Worst
02:28
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She said I'm ugly
she clearly lied
my teeth glow white white white
hair slicked and shines
told you I'm vain as shit
told you don't confide
shave my head and punch my face
cuz I get tired of looking good
I get tired of looking good
I cried last night
cuz I'm the worst
I hang my head
cuz I'm the worst
I kick myself
because it hurts
I'm lying bruv
cuz I get tired of looking good
Where do I go to hide?
Some days are bad days
pills make it fine
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6. |
Divorced
02:09
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That guy there
holds his breath
loves a drink
tales of
naked dreams
Indian wife
divorced
In his pool house he was young
made some waves
now he's burned out
told some lies along the way
made mistakes
now he's burned out
in his free time he gets stoned
hits the strip
gals buy him drinks
how the fuck did I get home
oh I remember
fuck bartender
Stop it
start fixing the holes in your pockets
running around spilling money
why don't you put on subtitles
and the sound off
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7. |
No Easy Way
02:39
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You wake as powerless as me
no easy way
Gonna sell my house
money's on the run
Hide here tonight
confusing insights
smoke did bellow
lets get furloughed
Another broken back
please sign my plaster cast
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8. |
Lose Track
02:03
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Contrasting low
conversing slows
try to find the meaning of the world
endless conversations without words
In any case
lose track of time
in any place, at any time
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9. |
Solihull
03:03
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I have found a way to explode
I have steamed under the weight of Solihull
A ground down teen lights brown instead of green
we have broke the brains of kids in Solihull
So we simmer and spit some bile
A Weatherspoon fed child
So limber 'n face so charred
A redneck glum faced twat
So we enter they stare so vile
I put my feet up and smile
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10. |
God Is In The Mountains
03:18
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God is in the mountains
he feels vexed
A childish hex
he eats Calippo ice creams and watches us
avoids the rush
walking through the desert they speak in tongues that ill never learn
there's something in the water that changes us
deaths omnibus
He whispers "Hey come and join the show"
no future
Ill cover you in gold
Dreams of execution that's not the best
A game of chess
what am I to you, a diplomat?
A bloated mass
walking through the desert to find the love
the prodigal son
there's something in this water
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11. |
Hells Lapels
03:15
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Sabbath Tuesdays
leather ashtrays
Rockstar jawlines
hip's fucked but that's fine
Keep 'em sweet
pick up the phone
Flannel toe rags
Nylon Jockstraps
Rockstar jawlines
yer deaf kid and that's fine
Keep 'em sweet
pick up the phone
Violence Incredible Lovesick Animals
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Downtuned Noise Punk.
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