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Undying
02:27
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Just a little bit of patience
Just a little bit of patience
I lost sight of all the little reasons to keep on going in the world today.
Cause I can't find my pay
And I don't know what the boss'll say tomorrow.
"Just another child trying his hardest, sometimes falling flat."
Ain't no hand coming down, ain't hand coming down
Cept your own the ground
And you never know when you gonna get that money
When you going to get the sings you need
You're not sure what the boss'll say tomorrow.
Just a little bit of patience.
They say, a little bit of patience.
But I lost sight of all the reasons that keep me going.
You ain't free
You ain't free
You ain't free
You ain't free.
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2. |
Truncheon
03:44
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I got no lover (kill) I got no cover (kill)
to keep me warm in this hard rain.
And I can't recognize my own blood brother (kill)
in the day of rage.
Yeah I'm a curmudgeon don't deny me my truncheon.
I'll be okay.
Disdain, Disdain, Disdain, Disdain x2.
I seek no shelter from the bomb falling on my house.
And I will be a shadow imprinted on the wall.
So don't deny me everlasting love, that's my Truncheon.
I'll be okay.
Disdain, Disdain, Disdain, Disdain x2.
(We can make it up, if you really want to.
We can give it a try, if you really want to.
Or maybe you're happy with another guy?
Maybe it's just easier, maybe I'm dead serious.)
I got no lover, I got no cover
In this hard rain.
I can't recognize my own blood brother in the day of rage.
So don't deny me my Truncheon, don't deny me my Truncheon.
And I'll be okay.
Disdain ~x50
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3. |
Catapult
03:42
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I can see the sea I can see through the grey and these cranes.
There a smoking teens on a promenade.
We are all just actors on the stage.
Never stood a chance, Never stood a chance.
Never never never never stood a chance.
I felt strange when I realized how we dance of this stage
Unreal the earth stops spinning
(Such a strange life when you have a tough time making friends in the world)
And we are flung across the solar tides
charred and naked (woof) onto some foreign moon.
Sense a trail of grace, there myself a throwing stone
Anna drop from her head.
Her love is a catapult.
Never stood a chance, we never never stood a chance
Never never stood a chance.
Never stood a chance, never never stood a chance
Never never stood a chance.
Never stood a chance, we never never stood a chance
Never never stood a chance.
It's so strange the way we'll dance off the stage.
A million worlds wouldn't... how's the words?
(Never gonna see you again.)
I felt strange to see her leave again. And I'm dropped from her head.
Her love is a catapult.
Her love is a catapult.
Her love is a catapult.
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4. |
Bloody Knife
02:58
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Got a bloody knife and I'm spoiling for a fight.
Growing up in the suburbs is not punk rock.
I always hated the playground.
I always preferred my books.
And my looks are shit.
Got a bloody knife it's my own.
And if you're punk rock you haven't heard it.
Cause punk rock is friendless and deserted.
Anxious Kids Make Good People they will never try to be your equal
got a bloody knife?
I'm gonna drop it.
And run away or fly a kite.
Let my dreams fly free on a string in there Elysian summertime.
I always hated my playground.
I don't like to see and look.
And the world is shit.
I want to fight it.
And the world is shit.
I want to fight. x2
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5. |
C Satre
03:36
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I see myself a foolish romantic, unwanted pedantic.
And I am running, and you're a pass a part.
A beautiful character, a quizzical Satre.
And I'm not down, I'm not depressed.
I think my happiness would kill you.
Once I smashed my head into the shower wall.
Bone on tile and a click.
I woke up and got my shit.
I think my happiness would kill you.
No matter what I say not matter I do I will never be good enough for you.
No matter what I say not matter I do I will never be good enough for you.
If I was caught in the camera eye with its blistering stare
I can't imagine I'd be unbreaking.
And you're a porno actress, but so much more than that.
A beautiful character, a quizzical Satre.
And I'm not, I"m not depressed.
I think my happiness would kill ya.
No matter what I say no matter what I do.
I will never be good enough for you. x4
And I'm not down, and I'm not depressed
I'm a hollow boast, a walking corpse.
A spreading shade the lead in the chest the ice in the gut.
And I don't care, cause I'm not down, can't you see?
I see myself a foolish romantic, unwanted pedantic.
And I'm not down, I'm not depressed.
I think my happiness would kill you!
No matter what I say no matter what I do.
I will never be good enough for you. x2
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6. |
You're So Cool
04:32
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It was so cold that night, and I couldn't see anything but stars cold and lonely like me.
Lost in the world without a friend, I sat there for a time.
A wet bench at 2 a.m and I fractured my mind.
(It's so cool.)
Helen of Troy I don't wanna destroy or war with myself.
Gotta get with it, gotta get with it.
Gotta get a peek through the looking glass
I'm a white sheet floating on a sea of grass, under serpentine clouds.
It was so dark that night.
We're so cool.
And everything was in its place.
(And it's so cool, we're so cool)
And everything was in its proper place, a hole for every man.
Wanna wash the pain in the sweet summer rain
I wanna see the light of a new day, gotta keep knocking on doors.
So maybe I can find my way.
And I don't need to roam through the circlin'(7x) miles.
Or just incredulous smiles
and the strange faces
they seem to be happy to see me.
Love's a distant strange, and I know I'll never change her.
I know I'll never change her, I know I'll never change her no.
I'm a Trojan soldier (it's so cool) moving to my end (It's so cool).
Gotta with it (it's so cool) Pale Horse (your so cool)
Gotta get with it, anything.
My kingdom, my kingdom, my kingdom for some horse.
Failed host, a shell with a slacker ghost you got no host you got no owner.
Looking for a dream maybe I'd be so much bolder.
I never had a chance, I never had a chance, I never had a chance, never had a chance.
White sheet floating on a sea of grass.
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7. |
Calamity
01:21
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8. |
Teenage Insurrection
04:37
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I don't get what you are talking about half the time.
Hated my graduation.
Does it hurt your feelings?
To be clumped together?
Okay boomer.
I don't have the opportunity to look for a better life.
I can't get a better life.
I can't get a better life.
I can't get a better life.
I can't get a better life.
So don't lie to me.
Be with me unconcealed a flower.
My grandfather always said hit back when you are attacked.
Here it comes.
I am the king of wilting flowers, scattered from your hand.
I cannot eat the rich, cause the rich would make me sick.
Don't be fooled grab your bricks they're planning.
Take your guns and lay them at mercy.
Empty em out' or a leave a bullet for me.
It might be our only hope.
Dance for me unreal in the garden.
Come to me, unconcealed new power.
Punch drunk love on the bleeding edge.
A shot for you and me.
A bomb for the ghouls.
A shot for you and me.
Teenage Insurrection.
Teenage Insurrection.
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