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FTS
02:19
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Crossed the road when the man wasn't green
Went outside with dirt on my jeans
Put ceiling paint all over my walls
Attached a custard cream to my balls
If you don’t know what this songs about
You’ll get the hang of it soon, of that I’ve no doubt
We’re saying there’s no need for conformity
Do whatever you want and live life carefree
I fucking hate Big Bang Theory
Sometimes I sit down for a wee
Playing games from 1993
Growing old ungracefully
I’m a hypocrite, I will admit
But sometimes you gotta do things without a permit!
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Data!
01:41
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41061.3, Captain’s tellin us where we need to be
The ship is stuck, completely fucked
But you tell that fucker we come in peace...
Data somethings got me! Data! …. Oh shit!
If there’s one thing that I could be
It’s you Jean-Luc, can’t you see?
I lose my grip, I start to slip
I’m slowly sinking into the pit…..
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3. |
Charging Up!
03:28
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Electrician in the field
Don’t need no gun no sword, no shield
Shock therapy, is what we wanna see
Are ya rubber boots in motion, are ya coming with me?
Ready up, ready up and…...
Ready up, ready up and
Charge up! Comrade is it done?
Charge up! No it’s only just begun…
Charge up! I got 2000 volts coming up
Armageddon, is here.
The end is at hand, they’ll run in fear
Rockets in the sky, riding high, you know there’s no place to hide
And I’m ready to roll, through your mind control, so lets go!
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4. |
Maybe It's Me?
03:01
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At what point does shoegazing just become rude?
You’re too cool to care, I am left to conclude
Is it even pop-punk, if they don’t mention pizza?
It’s like the whole scenes got, musical amnesia
I had my heart broken by a band, they couldn't take a joke and didn't want us as fans
Their lyrics were awesome and their tunes were sick
But the bassist’s a pube and the singer’s a prick
Im not bitter, but maybe its me?
That aint what they recorded, now I feel defrauded
What happened to bands being there for each other, being supportive?
When I think of ways to, uplift this tune, I think of the people who
helped us to get here to play for you
So maybe this music scene aint quite so bad, and maybe this dickhead thing, it’s just a fad
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5. |
Rest In Pizza
03:04
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It’s been a long day, playing on my games
The boss is on my case, but I aint got no shame
So if this is the end, I promise you I did my best
Don’t let it go to waste, just bury me with the rest?
If I die, bury me, with my pizza, and something on the side
There aint no way, it will keep another week so if I die.... bury me with my pizza
I rang to make sure, and now I’m sitting on the floor
I was picking my toenails, when there’s a knockin’ at the door…
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6. |
Crime Scene
02:53
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Somebodies seriously screwing with me
Taking advantage of my hospitality
I’m not sitting here and taking this its driving me insane
I need to get professional help, I hope they can explain
Where were you on the night of the crime?
The stuff we’ve got on you, it aint off the grapevine
We’ve evidence placing you there at the scene
Photos and videos, now’s the time to come clean
I’m not trying to fake this, its not a glitch in the matrix
Already told you before, this ain’t something to ignore
So lets go back to the basics
Don’t lie to us sonny we can see it in your eyes
It’s the easiest case since ‘who ate all the pies’
Your skill with a screwdriver is something to behold
And you boss every level when you’re in control
You forgot one major thing my friend, we’ve got you now
you’ll see
You left prints on the weapon and your silence is the key
No comment only goes so far, what you needs an excuse
You mark my words, you’re done for now, so why not tell
the truth?
Who the hell changed my strap knobs, was it you?
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7. |
Stop This
03:20
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When the time takes it’s toll on the sands
Some find themselves with power in their hands
I’ve tried and I’ve tried to resist, but just listen to this
I can see the last cavalry charge
And the first nuclear war
so make peace with your maker
‘cos I don’t see how we’ll stop this any more
So the living will envy the dead
The since departed, your mates full of lead
I try and I try to forget, but it never relents
Your friends are dying around you in a field
You came with conscience but you’ve had to yield
I try and I try to refrain, but I can’t take the pain
They charged line abreast
But the guns cut them down
They thought it was best
But they dropped to the ground
This life was not to be
They’ve whistled the go sign
Sent from a man like me
Not here on the line
Madness,
This is madness
And so it’s time to end the war
Go over the top to settle the score
Ill try, yeah Ill try my best, but its a bitter request
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8. |
Another Way
02:27
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Went and found the open road,
Got no cash, nothing to show.
Now I’m out here on the run
have I become a rolling stone?
I have to find another way
Live to fight another day
I got a feelin’ we’re gonna be ok
Made my move on an autumn day
my world fell down as I walked away
As Bob would say I’m a complete unknown
here I stand no direction home
The open road is mine to own
the path we choose we walk alone
With every choice comes a different face
to meet again in some other place
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9. |
Truth Be Told
01:56
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I remember things you’ve probably forgotten
And think about you every day
Back then we were wholly besotten
But fucked things up along the way
There’s an echo of you there in my mind
Dunno if this is what I’m trying to find
It’s easier said than done
Giving you up in front of everyone
Because it’s your fault, by default
I’m not the one to blame
It's my fault, truth be told
But I don’t feel ashamed
Shakespeare’s got a lot to answer for
‘cos R&Js a load of shit
Real life’s shades of grey at it’s core
And loves the biggest lie inside of it
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10. |
Out In The Sun
03:18
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I lost a piece of my mind down in the alleyway
Not for the first time
I got to get back where I was there only yesterday
but I’m not the turning kind
I’m pretty sure it’s nothing more than just a predilection
To go for what I know
The trouble is I’m more than this, it’s just a work of fiction
Telling me where to go
Here and now,
I’m standing up today. Anyhow.
I’m gonna get through this dreary attitude
I’ll get out in the sun and run
With you there by my side
I’ve got no need to hide
I’ll get out in the sun and run
I know how this ends I try to run away
And then get hit by lightning
And wake to find myself there in your doorway
And kick the fucker right in
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Guess who’s back in town
Been a couple days since she’s been around
Self educated point of view
Look at her eyes when she’s talkin’ to you
6 foot six, big ol’ tits
Little black dress so hard to miss
Talkin’ shit, and she sounds like this:
Ello darlin have I met you before?
You can go and buy me a drink or four
Then if you’re lucky, you can take me home
Im pretty sure, since ’94, I’ve never slept alone!
She’s not that bright
And shell keep you up all night
But she looks alright, in a certain light
It wont be long, until the break of dawn
She knows its wrong, but shell be up and gone
Guess who else is here
That beefcake prick with potato ears
Is it attention that he wants?
Or does he have a rod up his arse?
6 foot six, eyes are fixed
Stupid tight shirt so hard to miss
Talkin’ shit, and he sounds like this:
Ello Darlin have I met you before?
Let me buy you a drink or 4
Then if you’re lucky, I’ll take you home
But if not then you’ll still be the hoe
He’s not that bright
So he’ll keep you up all night
But he looks alright, in a certain light
It wont be long, until the break of dawn
He knows its wrong, but he’ll be up and gone
Is she better than me?
With her plastic sociology degree
All she seems to hear, is what she wants to hear
Is he better than me?
With his friends lunar landing philosophy
All he seems to hear, is what he wants to hear
What she wants to hear
What he wants to hear
What she wants to hear
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12. |
Ainsley
03:04
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It’s time to give your meat, a good old rub
With a pinch of salt and a big old lug
of olive oil in a Tupperware tub
Its time to give your meat a good old rub
We love a bit of Ainsley,
we love a bit of Ainsley
I only wish he’d rub me,
we love a bit of Ainsley
I’m feeling spicy, I’m feeling spicy
Ainsley’s on the TV, and I’m feeling spicy
So Fuck off Heston, fuck off Heston
You know you’re not the best one,
so fuck off Heston
So Heston can fuck off
And stick his bacon ice cream up his arse
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13. |
If Only We Were Serious
03:42
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This run aint been too bad
But we need to be more bland
If we want air time
Add more reverb and more delay
For adds and likes and plays
A victimless crime
We’ve been putting up a fight
But we’ll never get it right
If only we were serious
Well there’s not much left to say
We'll keep the swearing at bay
What have we become?
Why bother to break the mould
All the stories have been told
So write the same song 13 times and call it done
In a world full of cardboard bands
And a paucity of fans
Don’t you shed a tear for us
We’ve been putting up a fight
But we’ll never get it right
If only we were serious
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