1. |
August Sidewalks
03:02
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I got sicky sick
Last nite strollin’ down broken sidewalks
I saw pieces of meat
Selling heart, all so, so very cheap
I saw flashin’lights
Flash lights, traffic lights shining so bright
Coming over coming tight
Come on over, hit me hard
Pieces of souls everywhere
Having fun, poison in the brain
Come down walk the august sidewalks
They will bring you fun all night long
You can feel the concrete chewing
Let’s all feel the august sidewalks
EAT
EAT us alive
EAT EAT us alive
Lust burning between our legs
Perverts suckin’ in the shades
Pelvis shaking down street drains
Til’we all can feel the same
Come down walk the august sidewalks
They will bring you fun all night long
You can feel the concrete chewing
Let’s all feel the august sidewalks
EAT
EAT us alive
EAT EAT us alive
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2. |
Bullseye
04:03
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All the skilled pros in the company
Sipping coffee mad on punctuality
Bonus and incentives that are made to please
Million dollar robots always pumped with grease
Clockworking pros of the company
Oooh
They’re so scary
Cause they’ve got black belts and they’re managers
If you don’t do what you’re told to ll´get angry
Ooh scary
All the skilled pros in the company
Killing dying for the new promotion tree
They all worship the brand that has made them pleased
And in their conventions socialize and drink
Even though the pressure chews up their kidneys
Oooh
Are you happy ?
Cause if you don’t do what the blue oval people tell you to
They’ll come and get yer
Ooh scary
Six Sigma Fuckin’ hierarchy
Major comments, Sarbanes Oxley
Mr Henry, stuff in them Prozac
Mr Henry, stuff in them grease
The shares go down but the production never cease
Hey mister Henry!
Clockworking pros of the company
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3. |
Somedays
03:09
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Panic in the early hour
Insomniac eyes seem to pop out
Heart pumping like an alarm clock
I can’t live without
Crazy lonely days to come
My life feels so numb
Scream, breathe, run away from this
Get los t in the sound
And some days
Have no escape
Have no songs
Have no sound
Just the empty
Of modern anguishes
Of arrogances
That pierce us inside
Ibsen, Aguilar, Pollock, Nazar, do you feel the same ?
The feeling of being trapped in this
Get lost in the colours
Colours that wash way the grey
That help ease the pain
The feeling of a great escape from this
Get lost in the sound
And some days
Have no escape
Have no songs
Have no sound
Just the empty
Of modern anguishes
Of arrogances
That pierce us inside
Help me, help me scape from here
And some days
Have no escape
Have no songs
Have no sound
Just the empty
Of modern anguishes
Of arrogances
That pierce us inside
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4. |
Look Back And Shine
04:13
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The seasons come
And wash away the way things are
And on goes life
Life’s ups and downs
The saddest things were torn apart
Since you came by
Looked back with shine
Feet into sand
Sea sun and endless days of love
All in one
I wanna be you
Forever you the one who heals with fingertips that burn me up inside
You are the reason that I smile
Beautiful one
Take what’s mine
Fill me with the joy
I see in your eyes
Help me survive
Look back and shine
With gold, lips sapphires
Look back and shine
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5. |
Waste
02:56
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Here am I again
Afraid from all my pain
And I hate you for wanting you
I want you just to kill you
For I have many wounds
That’ll never ever ever heal
I’ve many reasons, to never ever ever kneel
I’m happy with perfect lies
Lie to me while I cry
I search for slaughter
I search for highs
I wanna waste, my wasted time
I search for slaughter
I search for highs
I wanna waste, my wasted time
Wasting time
Here am I again
Afraid from all my pain
And I hate you for wanting you
I want you just to kill you
For I have many wounds
That’ll never ever ever heal
I’ve many reasons, to never ever ever kneel
I’m happy with perfect lies
Lie to me while I cry
I search for slaughter
I search for highs
I wanna waste, my wasted time
I search for slaughter
I search for highs
I wanna waste, my wasted time
Wasted time
Waste, waste, waste…
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6. |
Underground
03:05
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Little Bubby Loo likes dressing up in styley freakey
Gearing to go for another sunrise through the buildings
Stolichnaya, a pill will go fine and tasty
Stickin’ underground Clash The Edge for another evening
Then she goes
Na na na na na na na na na na na
No one here is ordinary
No one here is
Just not pretty
Nothing in this world will make us leave here
Pretty Caleb boy likes playing rock star in the city
Hangin’out on arty basements in his world of indie
Lager, candy, mates
All bands are coming this year
Stickin’ underground the way of life of urban beings
Na na na na na na na na na na na
No one here is ordinary
No one here is
Just not pretty
Nothing in this world will make us leave here
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