1. |
Just Add Water
03:21
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I'm busking off to nowhere
Hoping to hear you there;
I need to see some originality
Fucking somewhere.
I've been rooming with the mice,
I've been taking their advice,
"Your world could be some frontier, but that future ain't so clear;
So spin a chance, and roll your dice.
Imagine how free your life could be
Don't lose your humanity
I know just what you need
Just add water, and a healthy dose of anarchy."
My praxis has been slippin'
Yellow teeth from too much sinning.
Modern life is like a cult, and I'm hoping for revolt
Any second.
Slaving away to your labour
And you barely know your neighbor.
From the squatters to the schools, every genius, all the fools,
Breaking free, and breaking rule.
Imagine how free your world could be.
Where is our humanity?
I know just what we need.
Just add water, and a healthy dose of anarchy.
Imagine how free our world could be,
Reclaim your humanity
You know just what you need
Just add water, I said, just add water,
Abolish hierarchy!
Just add water, I said, just add water,
Prepare the guillotines!
Just add water and a healthy dose of anarchy!
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2. |
Punks on Parade
02:59
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Let me share a tale with you from human history,
The day the leaders choked and broke society.
That's 99% for them, what fair economy.
Pledging allegiance to the world of love and bigotry
A Fire, oh a pyre, burning up the land;
They knew revolution was at hand.
Stomping in the rain, the blood boiling in their veins.
You've seen the signs, I think it's time
The punks go on parade.
Burn our eyes with pepper spray, pour fuel upon our flames.
We wanna change society, black flags leading the way.
Shove a knife into the gut of the land of liberty,
You cant deny, don't even try
The punks are on parade.
A Fire, oh a pyre, burning up the land
They knew revolution was at hand.
Stomping in the rain, the blood boiling in their veins.
You've seen the signs, I think it's time
The punks go on parade.
The Punks are on Parade.
A Rebellious Masquerade.
With Drums like thunder
And 3 chord wonders,
An invitation to you all to break your chains.
A statue of the bigot stands for everyone to see,
Remind us of the reasons why we're taking to the streets.
Cornered in their offices, they won't look us in the face.
I'll tell you son, the day will come,
We'll put them in their place!
A Fire, oh a pyre, burning up the land,
They knew revolution was at hand.
Stomping in the rain, the blood boiling in their veins.
Now one more time, we've got to fight!
The Punks are on Parade.
A Rebellious Masquerade.
With Drums like thunder,
And 3 chord wonders,
An invitation to you all to break your chains.
The Punks are on Parade.
A Rebellious Masquerade.
With Drums like Thunder,
And 3 chord wonders,
An invitation to you all to break your chains.
An invitation to you all to break your chains!
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3. |
Heartbreak Kid
03:00
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It's half past 3, I'm still in bed,
It's been pitch black since everyone left.
Nothing's more fragile than my self esteem,
And I'm late to every place I gotta be.
Tryna keep it together as I crumble apart,
Every dream I have's another crack in my heart.
Feeling alone is all I've ever known,
And why is there a hole in every sock that I own?
In the end things are what they seem,
I've dream't a thousand broken dreams.
The grave's been dug, the eulogy writ:
Here he lies- the Heartbreak Kid.
If there's no god, that would make sense,
There's no way he'd ever create such a mess.
You hear my laughter, its just a disguise,
I see disappointment in everyone's eyes.
I fell on the ground and I'm covered in dirt,
I try to get back up but it never works.
Sleepless nights and cigarettes,
I failed you all, go hedge your bets.
In the end things are what they seem,
I've dream't a thousand broken dreams.
The grave's been dug, the eulogy writ:
Here he lies- the Heartbreak Kid.
How many names have been forgotten?
I can't begin to explain.
But I remember everything. (Everything)
How many lives were lived for nothing?
Can't reap what you don't sow.
So many died without a home. (Without a home)
In the end things ripped at the seams,
I can't take one more broken dream.
Lower me down, the headstone read:
"Here he dies, the Heartbreak Kid!"
In the end things are what they seem,
I've dream't a thousand broken dreams.
The grave's been dug, the eulogy writ:
Here he lies- the Heartbreak Kid.
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4. |
Bitchtits
02:25
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You didn't really ever think this through,
How dare you fuck with me and my crew?
Your story's getting really hard to follow,
I hope you choke on every fucking pill you swallow!
This bitch fucked up and now she's out of luck,
She screams for help but I don't give a fuck 'cause
No one can hear you so shut your rotten mouth!
My knife, your cheek, let's cut that pretty face up!
I treated you so right, you fucking wrecked my life!
I want to watch you bleed, so give me what I need!
I need to see your bones, tell Mom you won't be home!
Bitches get stitches, and they wind up in ditches!
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I'm a breath of fresh air, that will make you choke;
The last shred of despair, before you tie your rope.
Though I won't ever obtain, you're the attention that I crave;
And in my heart you will remain, in case I ever feel afraid.
Don't put your blame on me, I've done all that I can.
Promise me that you'll never leave, or let go of my hand.
Don't put your tabs on me, I'm not a soda can.
All I want is to be free, if you will not take my hand.
I'm gonna need some help getting through this constant pain;
When I feel like I'm in hell, you're the calming drops of rain.
Fighting my fear from within, can you feel my apprehension?
Walking a line that's so thin, still seeking your attention.
How many days have passed, I just can't tell, the sun never seems to shine.
Round and round like a carousel, you're stuck with me on this ride.
Left alone with thoughts on which to dwell, only myself to confide
Lock the door to my prison cell, but yours is right next to mine.
What kind of tricks did you forget to teach?
Did you hide them up your sleeve?
Sovereignty was always out of reach,
But you bit off the hand that feeds.
We'll open every cell when we steal the keys,
Or at least that's the plan.
All we want is to be free,
Do you fucking understand?
Do you fucking understand?
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