1. |
0.33
03:10
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Life’s a bitch said staring at the witches broom that I am forced to hold
Life is crap, my future’s mapped and I am getting old I’m getting old
And everything to me is feeling cold.
Nobody listens as apathy glistens to me
All is bleak the only peak of my day is the end.
And all parts of everything just seem to fucking send me round the bend.
Some days I could live without, life itself
Someday maybe someday I could be my self
Some days I could live without, life itself
Someday maybe someday I could be my self
Nobody listens as apathy glistens to me
All is bleak the only peak of my day is the end.
And all parts of everything just seem to fucking send me round the bend.
You’re not the first but you’re certainly the worst my parents said
It drives me so fucking crazy that I know some days I could throw myself out a window
And I can see that life really blows
Some days I could live without, life itself
Someday maybe someday I could be my self
Some days I could live without, life itself
Someday maybe someday I could be my self
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2. |
New One B
02:39
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Nothing I wanna do
Nothing I wanna say
I’ll just sit
And watch some more tv
And the world aint getting any better
All I know is I’m fucking bitter
Waste away in the suburbs
Do nothing with your lives
You talk to cops and parents and preachers
They’ll tell you it’s the right way
I just don’t wanna
Use my brain
Someday soon
Its gonna fade away
But I’ve got dreams
When I’m asleep
Though I can’t remember when I awake
Waste away in the suburbs
Do nothing with your lives
You talk to cops and parents and preachers
They’ll tell you it’s the right way
I just don’t wanna
Use my brain
Someday soon
Its gonna fade away
Let’s conspire
Let’s pretend
Let’s keep going
To the bitter end.
Waste away in the suburbs
Do nothing with your lives
You talk to cops and parents and preachers
They’ll tell you it’s the right way
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3. |
Kevin's So Small
00:10
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Kevin’s so small
Shaves so you can’t tell
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4. |
Nat's Song
01:51
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They’ve wormed their inside you head
Telling you that you’re better off dead
They’ve got your mind
They’ve got your mind
You’re educated to wear a suit and lie
Have three kids and then you’ll die
They’ve got your mind
They’ve got your mind
You’re a product can’t you see
Bought and sold a commodity
They’ve got your mind
They’ve got your mind
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5. |
New One C
01:57
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I can see right through your eyes
To the mind that lies inside
We built it all on alibis
The truth too much to ask
Lime light shades of anarchy
Disguise foundations of society
I only want to see
The truth too much to ask
The whole world I cannot stand
I hate it all don’t need it man
Life or death is in my hands
I don’t know what to do
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6. |
Bo Diggity
02:30
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I am on the edge
I’ve been pushed to a ledge
Don’t want a nation fed
On lies and even death
I know I am so left
Fuck that, fuck this, fuck you.
You feel only greed
No time for human beings
Heroes I have no need
They’ve all got false lives to lead
But I’ll watch someone bleed
Fuck that, fuck this, fuck you.
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