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Go Bricker!
02:29
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The price admission was brutal circumcision
- then we got the Brits involved.
We used a Titian for the room's partition
- split it for a glory hole
And I'm thinkin'....
This could be Rotterdam or anywhere, anywhere at all.
Slink back home lunchtime and get fed
Pressure from a palm can still crush a rat's head
Skin crawls the walls of alleyways at sunset
Cherry blossom smells like the first time you got bet.
Your sister's broke, here, let me fix her
Pour the buckfast in calpol as mixer
Hertz rental car with the AK turret,
No mask on but the camera's'll blur it, screaming
I'm going bricker baby, I know it's sick but maybe
This could be my X-ian soul your saving (x2)
I want out.... (x2)
You built a prison from you indecision
- then you got your sins absolved.
The last decision came after a vision
- an apparition of Kristen Schaal
and I'm thinking....
This could be Rotterdam or anywhere you want it to be as long as it's alright with me.
What's between me and you is a cunt's hair
Punched the clock now fist's got time spare
Next one to step up and say this shit is unfair
Their camo turns reverse this is Class A Warfare.
It's everything that you wanted to see
Four lads going bricker in an APC, oh come on,
Hold a minute, let me call my dealer
Ten dope boyz in an 18 wheeler - screaming
I'm going bricker baby I know it's sick but maybe
This could be my X-ian soul you're saving (x2)
I want out (x2)
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So Solid Snaake
03:33
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And in this recess, we get spit out
To protect the guilty - all names will change
That exoskeleton - it can't die right
Take 'em out and shoot 'em down - pucker up and bite down
Waiting to populate this lobby scene
Take 'em out and shoot 'em down - Pull them up and water down
It's inessential - it haunts my dreams
You were a tree - no one around
I was there you didn't make a sound.
Now if there's some money we've got to have it
-we trade this guilt in for another one-
Head shop living's given me a habit
-we pay the fine for the second son-
It took the rose elf to reach out and stab it
-there was no choice 'til we decided one-
Been living in a cave and fucking Pat Rabbitte
-there was no choice 'til we decided one-
-there was no point 'til we provided one-
-get in line for another one-
-and pay the fine for the second son-
And the things we learned from the copies we burned
Of "Rip It Up And Start Again" with misappropriated zen
It feels endemic to be let down
Through the lapse of your broken crown
Align your thumbs and push down
'Cause if there's some money we've got to have it
-we trade this guilt in for another one-
Head shop living's given me a habit
-we pay the fine for the second son-
It took the rose elf to reach out and stab it
-there was no point til we provided one-
Been living in a cave and fucking Pat Rabbitte
When in doubt - WWDBFT3D
When the summer ends - WWDBFT3D
When you can't move out - WWDBFT3D
When you've done it all - WWDBFT3D
WWDBFT3D WWDBFT3D WWDBFT3D
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Tea
03:05
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i know i'm your whole life, but you deserve to die
and the flies around your face are giving me the eye
i don't know if it's the drinking, or maybe it's the blood
that took your teeth and buried them in the snot green mud
and if i could fill your lungs up with tayto and lyca mobile cards
watching your face rot away wouldn't be that hard
and if i could grind your skull into powder and rub it on the scars
watching my life ebb away - i could finally start
a stained kaffir and matching dreads
her mouth tells me she's very articulate
spectres i stalked on the bus to town
comatose, feral fuck,
turn the screw after school and press your luck
and all my ghosts they still go down
and if i could fill your lungs up with tayto and lyca mobile cards
watching your face rot away wouldn't be that hard
and if i could grind your skull into powder and rub it on the scars
i'd recommend it to my friends and i would tell them how it came apart.
i can't afford you
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