1. |
KO
02:41
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You're full of delusion
Confident malaise
On the scene of the hard done
Knowing nothing of pain
And you got red eye
Cos you're sleeping too much
So take a walk on a railroad
And get KO'd
Get KO'd
Get KO'd
Plug in a guitar man
Clap your hands and say yeah
Apathetically speaking
I don't even care
So just sing two notes
Stay behind the curve
Gonna fight 'til I'm skinny
And get KO'd
Get KO'd
Get KO'd
So just sing two notes
And play three notes
Just sing two notes
And play three notes
Just sing two notes
And play three notes
Just sing two notes
And get KO'd
Get KO'd
Get KO'd
Get KO'd
Get KO'd
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2. |
Vs & Gs
03:09
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Precious heartland set me free
Don't know a thing about liberty
Defending all I have until it's dust
Breathe in, breathe out, repeat
Vs & Gs is all I got
To tell the world of my fathers
A love story of the West
You pay your money and you get undressed
I'm ready to blow
And I get to let you know
I want to run away from fear
Away from this glass-eyed jungle
I want to run away from greed
Away from your thick slick adverts
Stamp out the family name
Wage war on contradictions
Trade time and energy
For coffee and diabetes
I want to run until my heart beats fire
Solid gold through my veins
I want to run until my heart beats fire
Like a feeling I can't explain
I'm ready to blow
And I get to let you know
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3. |
Digging
02:30
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Thin-tyre bikes
Blood suede shoes
Rich kids laugh
At rich kids laughing
Perfect skin
And Hollywood smiles
Super fake
You're super fake
We're digging for gold
Twenty four seven
In ghetto slime
Watch the geese
Flocking downtown
Run your mouth
And sell a scoop
White trash chic
It's super fake
We're digging for gold
This world's got me digging for gold
This world this world
Has got me digging for gold
This world
Has got me digging for gold
This world this world
Has got me digging for gold
This world
Has got me digging for gold
Thin-tyre bikes
Blood suede shoes
Rich kids laugh
At rich kids laughing
Perfect skin
Hollywood smiles
Super fake
It's so par fait
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4. |
Droners
02:57
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Cut me up and throw me out into the sea
Just feed me to the sharks
Carve me up and throw me out into the ocean
Just feed me to the sharks
Love lives
You've got to build them up and then you break them down
Love lives
You've got to fake it babe you've got to fake it
Fairytales starts before a golden eve
You're more than just some make up and a mouth
Crystallised icicles in a cave
Just drip away until I'm almost done
Love lives
You've got to build them up and then you break them down
Love lives
You've go to fake it babe you got to fake it
You've got to build them up
And then you break them down
You gotta fake it babe you gotta fake it
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5. |
Burn
03:13
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I'm a singer in a band
But that's okay
I've got the guitars to the left
And the drums with the bass
Going up to North Korea
With the hooch and the lace
Hot dogs and 47s AK butts to the face
I'm gonna ride on down
I'm gonna take the crown
My middle name is money
Can't you see
And it's all about the tourists and the refugees
Going down to South Africa
Where the LEDs, canned food and dehydration is my misery
I'm going to ride into this town
I'm going to burn this party down
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6. |
Virgin
03:03
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I'm sorry if I'm pushy, selfish or even just depressed
A combination of the three, a chemical imbalance
And you see those drive-by movies
Where the Oceans swallow up entire towns
And parked cars gently rock
With steamed up windows palm prints turned it white
It's okay to be a virgin
It's okay to be uncertain
It's okay
Swamped by counter culture
It smacks the legs of our slim youth
And if make-up ain't your thing
But the bull dogs let you sing in their first band
And who knows
Where we're going
Or where we've come from
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7. |
OK
03:05
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So you want to look sexy
And you want to take off all your clothes
Did it get to where you wanna
Did it make you feel rock n roll
Is your mama cooking reddish goo
And your papa is never they know
You're a long time dead
So live a little while you're soul
So you want to wear make-up
And you want to be on your own
Did it get to where you wanna
Did it make you feel rock n roll
And you're always feeling homely
Does it fill up all behind your eyes
You're a long time dead
So live a little while you're soul
It's not okay
But maybe it's just what we need
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8. |
96
02:46
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Limousines full of frats
Going down to the party
Cut a boy into light
Hit the breaks let it fly
Walking into the red sea
96
Drop out of school
Complain it sucks
And play it cool
Leather coats, whiplash eyes
Like a scene from The Lost Boys
If you know what I mean
I'm doing backflips on the cheap seats
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9. |
Salt
03:19
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I’ve been waiting for some soul direction
I’ve been waiting for a moment to fly
Get together and watch me struggle
You were gone by the end of the night
Cos I’m just a guy trying to make ends meet
And you’re just a girl who always lands on her feet
I need a little death and destruction
I need a little sage advice
Too much salt is going to kill you
Leaves me needing more every time
I’m just a guy trying to make ends meet
And you’re just a girl who always lands on her feet
I’m just a guy trying to make ends meet
And you’re just a girl who always lands on her feet
Oh baby doll
Too much salt is going to kill you
Leaves me needing more every time
I’m just a guy trying to make ends meet
And you’re just a girl who always lands on her feet
I’m just a guy trying to make ends meet
And you’re just a girl who always lands on her feet
Oh baby doll, oh baby doll
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10. |
Vitamins
03:28
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Get up and go to work
Think quick and act smart
Get a cab and go running
And get old
Breathe dirt and get sick
Vitamins and buy jeans
Get bored and get loaded
And get old
HEY!
Give me some soul!
Give me some soul!
Give me some soul!
Give me some soul!
Solo, solo, solo…
Get up and go to work
Think quick and act smart
Get a cab and go running
And get old
Give me some soul!
Give me some soul!
Give me some soul!
Give me some soul!
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DANCEHALL London, UK
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