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O'Boy
03:16
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O'Boy, Get out from outside
* life's not a game, life's not a ride
* you gotta lotta lessons to learn
and with it, bridges burn
I don't wanna go to work today,
I don't wanna go to work today,
I know how it feels to get underpaid,
I don't wanna,
I don't wanna,
I don't wanna,
Oh child, I'm gunna make a man out of you,
Use your hands, use ur hands,
I'm gonna make you a brute,
You betta listen, If you want to learn,
No half-cut-slack-tshirt-boy,
Ur gonna get burntttt
I don't wanna go to work today,
I don't wanna go to work today,
I know how it feels to get underpaid,
I don't wanna,
I don't wanna,
I don't wanna,
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Lisa
03:16
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Hello Lisa
Hello Lucy
Hello Deborah
Hello Judy
Hello Tom
Hello Sam
Hello David
Still don't know how it feels to be a white man
You migh think it's the stress,
That's causing the lines on my forehead,
Or the whole fuckin' mess,
Of what's been told and what's been said,
But better yet..
Surrounded by these friends,
That are wearing coats and mirrors,
At the range at the other end,
They're wearing books with glasses- arms out, let's make this balance..
Hello Lisa
Hello Lucy
Hello Deborah
Hello Judy
Hello Tom
Hello Sam
Hello David
Still don't know how it feels to be a white man
I've seen him take advance,
Of women in grimy places,
Oh yeah, but it wasn't that bad,
Hold your tongue you little shit- I wouldn't count on it.
Hello Lisa
Hello Lucy
Hello Deborah
Hello Judy
Hello Tom
Hello Sam
Hello David
Still don't know how it feels to be a white man
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3. |
Honey Drunk
02:59
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Smooooooooooth< --> Honeydrunk
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Bootscum
02:50
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Bootscum eats feet, tempering the head,
Finding the centre, rest, go to bed,
Rest and breathe, tell ur body, stow and sleep,
Bit the machine, be brave, go to sleep
Slay the hee-rro, slay the hero,
Stay well fed, rest, go to bed
Rest and breathe, tell ur body, stow and sleep,
Bit the machine, be brave, go to sleep
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5. |
Linedrawer
03:44
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Well I found a golden pool of water, and it'd make me hot to think I could keep it myself,
And I got a pair of arms and shoulders, so let me know if you ever need a hands help,
Cold nerves keep me from biting what the dealer has dealt,
And I'm getting pretty good at fighting, in my head, against myself.
Who made the first factory, who made a he, who made a she?
Who gets the privilege of drawing the lines of what the truth is meant to be,
And when the truth keeps on changing, like needles falling off trees,
U might find this linedrawer is tattooing their own favourite fantasy.
Big-bang get's the kickback, don't have to be sugar(kane) to be sweet,
And I started putting my foot back, or down, or wherever it needs to be,
Cause I'd walk for ages, till I become all wrinkly,
And a wrinkly lad Is what I'll be if that's what I have to be.
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Copper
05:28
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Don't ever call me by my last name,
My head's already strung out by the lack of base/bass,
by the lack of taste, by the taste of shame, with a touch of hate.
Cool, keep calm, keep cool, keep in a dry place,
Breaking things to see if they will bleed,
I'm the callous king, and a king's-got-too sing, when the king can't feel a thing.
Papa, time to forget about me, papa
Papa, time to find ur own peace, papa,
Papa, I want to care for you and you for me, papa
Papa, but this love is not a thing to lease, papa.
I got no greyback fantasy, you see,
You see the coldest part of me, freezing,
I'm made of copper for conductivity, I'm made of copper,
Papa, we're making electricity, I'm made of copper
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Hole
04:52
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I found my religion,
A religion bout earth,
Not a Pagan religion,
A religion that works.
I lost myself,
He was better than me,
But there's something quite fulfilling,
About feeling empty.
Dragging your feet from the bed,
Kissing shit slowly on top of it's head,
Learn to drink wine and eat olives,
So you can fit in to a crowd of hi-vis.
I bend metal, I watch it curl
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