1. |
Scrub Up
03:52
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This is life
Passing by
Why you waiting for a better time?
We all want security.
It’s all fine.
Stand in line.
‘Till there’s nothing shaking on your mind -
We’re the kings of banality .
Whoo -haa!
Hell yeah
Scrub Up put your fists in the air
Whoo-haa!
Hell yeah
Scrub up put yourself in the middle of it
Be the Thorn
In the side
Or sleepwalking through a quiet life
We all want some certainty .
Can you find
Peace of mind
In the dust and ashes left behind
Your dreams are complicity .
Whoo -haa!
Hell yeah
Scrub Up put your fists in the air
Whoo-haa!
Hell yeah
Scrub up put yourself in the middle of it
We’re waiting for the sun to shine - a planet on fire.
All drowning in the summertime
Complaining how you feel the heat .
You better make yourself feel good.
With a thorn
In your side
You're sleepwalking through a quiet life.
We all want some certainty.
Whoo -haa!
Hell yeah
Scrub Up put your fists in the air
Whoo-haa!
Hell yeah
Scrub up put yourself in the middle of it
Scrub up
Scrub up
Scrub up
Dancing in the middle of it
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2. |
Bury The Day
03:41
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What you say we let some blood?
what do you say we fuck things up ?
Bury the day ( x3)
What do you say we rise above?
fall in the shit or fall in love?
You know with every drop we drink we’re never filling the cup
Bury the day ( x3)
What do you say we turn a trick ?
What do you say we all get sick ?
And now with every hit we take we’re never getting the fix
We just want this day buried
What a beautiful day to be alive.
We just want this day buried.
What a beautiful day to be alive.
What do you say we change our ways?
what do you say we grab that spade ?
Bury the day x 3
What do you say we hit the town ?
painting it shades of grey and brown
because in every circus someone gets to punch the clown
Bury the day ( x3)
So what do you say I save your soul?
What can I say to make you whole?
Feels like I’m taking a piss on your honour role.
We just want this day buried
What a beautiful day to be alive.
We just want this day buried.
What a beautiful day to be alive.
Increase the pressure
To feel alive .
Now sing it.
What you say we let some blood?
what do you say we fuck things up ?
When will it ever be enough ?
When will it ever be enough ?
We just want this day buried
What a beautiful day to be alive.
We just want this day buried.
What a beautiful day to be alive.
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3. |
The Gods of Rock
03:51
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When you’re bowing to kiss the ground
You’re really learning to shut your mouth
Opinion’s not a currency we lend.
( we got it we got it yeah)
And your investment’s not allowed
It’s like you’re pissing on hallowed ground
And no one cares about your shit song
We’re just waiting for the end.
So at the altar of the crowd
Denominators can be found
There’s no distinction in your endless friends
(we want it we want it yeah)
Another spoke inside the wheel
So if you’re looking for something real?
Then I suggest all introspection might be bullshit
in the end.
The Gods of rock hate you for this ( x3)
And hating is a business.
The Gods of rock hate you for this ( x3)
And hating is business.
So hold on
Check myself just a little bit
Ghengis Khan is so sick of it
Every song is a lie.
It went wrong
Gave it up to the idiots
Barry Chuckle’s so sick of it
This song feels like a lie
The Gods of rock hate you for this ( x3)
And hating is a business.
The Gods of rock hate you for this ( x3)
And hating is a business.
The Gods of rock hate you for this ( x3)
And hating is a business.
The Gods of rock hate you for this ( x3)
And hating is a business.
Point and click - Hate’s taking over.
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4. |
Trevor
05:21
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My name is Trevor whoever
At school they said I’m clever
Where’d that get me?
Flat in Stepney
With a wife and kid that left me.
Eat my supper a sucker
My single serving dinners
A night worker who’s neighbours
They scream in foreign patois
I wash dishes feed my fishes
And then I take a shower
take the letters I’ve written
I put them on the counter
Turn off telly I’m ready
My face says in the mirror
Pick up package and bag it
Yeah the ticky tocky wreckage
All the scrapple and metal
My internet researching
Lock my door wonder who for?
And the thought it gets me laughing.
Walk to the bus stop and get it
The one that comes from Mile end
Watching commuters work routers
Yeah the suited and the booted
As they scurry and hurry
Their lives so convoluted
Feel the city above me
All that whirring and the hooting
Palms are sweaty I’m heavy
The feeling of the package
As I exit I’m walking the middle of the racket
Sit on hard steel of benches
In the heart of this commotion
People around me are smiling
Life’s moving in slow motion
Light is upon me
It’s on me
And telephones are ringing
Ain’t it funny all that talking yeah
And no one’s ever listening
When you needed some feeling
To know that you existed
Were persisted and listed
Acknowledged and were gifted
Well you’ll see any minute
I’ve started up my message
Ticking ticking it’s not stopping
And I’m looking at your faces
While I’m grinning and rocking
‘Cos in my head there’s cheering
Yeah the future’s a game and no one here is winning
The future’s a game and no one here is winning.
So sing Aristotle
Going bubble to bottle
Going Bottle to battle
We can’t live how we want to .
(repeat)
Don’t say I’m dead.
I can’t believe it.
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5. |
Ruin Your Youth
03:16
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Well it’s hard to decide
Which face to wear this week
Contentment’s like a fire
And your smile , smoke it leaks.
Just like desire
It smoulders under -
The words that you hear
When you’re looking for help
I’m the voice in your ear
When you sing to yourself
That says
Just let us,
Just let us
Just let us
Ruin your youth yeah.
( X 4)
You’ll swallow the pride
And you’ll taste the sweet relief.
You’re feeling so resigned
Ungrateful in defeat.
Just like a knife
It cuts you deep
We’re the stab in your back
We’re the tongue in your cheek
We’re the plastic that rides on the waves of the sea.
Just let us,
Just let us
Just let us
Ruin your youth yeah.
( X 4)
It was there for the taking (x2)
You’ll accept the decline
The erosion slowly creeps
Embracing all the signs
That your beauty was skin deep
Until you realise
That there’s no forgiveness
For germs in the host
You’re the least not the most
Like the words that are lost
as they choke in your throat.
Just let us,
Just let us
Just let us
Ruin your youth yeah.
( X 8)
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6. |
Ici mon decree
02:19
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Zut alors, Zut alors c’est combien?
Il Abhor il Abhore le chasse.
Tu peux voir Tu peux voir en mon visage -
Je suis l’esprit des escaliers - Yeah
Voici mon Decree
Ici ils m’ont décrit.
Ecoute moi , Ecoute moi Bon Ami
Je suis un homme qui a perdu le chemin.
Prends un risque, prends un risque et aime moi -
Je m’en fiche peut-être mais je te paierai bien.
Voici mon Decree
Ici ils m’ont décrit.
Voici mon Decree
Ici ils m’ont décrit.
Zut alors c’est combien?
Zut
Zut
Zut
Zut
Zut
Zut
Zut
alors.
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7. |
Away
03:50
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Tarmac feels like a blanket for the dead almost
No fathers for the spirits or the holy ghosts
Well at least we don’t worry who we hate the most
These days.
Footsteps inside the valley of the nondescript
Nobody thinks for free you gotta pay for it
As we skip
to the beat of the sound of defeat
It’s all attack or decay.
So take me away.
Away.
The way.
The way
I don’t believe.
Tension plays like a bass line in a comic strip
Load bearing calculations on my rapier wit
I wanna offer you redemption but I’m full of shit
you see.
Put faith into the glory of the written word
If the content of the message doesn’t get you first
Will you sleep
To the sound of the weak in defeat
It’s all attack or decay.
So take me away.
Away.
The way.
The way.
I Don’t believe.
x 3
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8. |
Bad Instinct
04:18
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Bad instincts stay
Let’s kill them off
We must invest
To feel better off
Just reach out and take what you need.
Bad instinct .
You keep me down.
Yeah.
Bad instincts stay
its not my fault
I never knew
Hey !
you wont get caught!
You keep me down.
Yeah.
Just reach out and take what you need.
Another mistake we’re led by instinct.
I’m not a mistake we’re led by instinct.
It’s the fear that kills you off.
Bad instinct .
Another mistake we’re led by instinct.
I’m not a mistake we’re led by instinct.
It’s the fear that kills you off.
I am STD.
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9. |
The Load
04:43
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This whole world’s afraid of you
As you try hard to take the news
That corporate business caught the blues
And we all wear the same white shoes
You Just see what you’re s’posed to see
You gotta Play your part in my belief
If I explained it all to you
Would you see things the way I do?
‘Cos in this world there’s one thing true
They only want the load on you
On you.
So gather round and dance again
To hear about the why's and when
Inhaling lies and pathogens
As ministers sit on their hands
And no one tells you what to do
Asylum for the chosen few
We’re All victims of our circumstance
You better mind your mouth and wash your hands
If I’m to blame then so are you
For doing what we’re told to do
Cos in this life theres one thing true
They only want the load on you
On you.
This is how the world got cold
Better not be poor and don’t get old.
If history’s right the young are fools
So if you just sit tight we’ll get to you.
Just seeing what you’re s’posed to see
You gotta play your part in my belief
If I explained it all to you
Would you see things the way I do?
‘Cos in this world there’s one thing true
They only want the load on you
On you.
They only want the load on you .
On you.
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10. |
I Am The Algorithm
04:38
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Yeah won’t give it away
Won’t quit it yeah
Until you hurt like I do (x 2)
I wanna pick through your thoughts whilst you sleep
I said I’m gonna pick through your faults whilst you sleep
‘Cos all your dots can be connected
Scrutinised and then infected
I’m gonna pick through your faults whilst you sleep
Yeah won’t give it away
Won’t quit it yeah
Until you hurt like I do
The tracks that you leave will tell me what you are
I said the tracks that you leave will tell me what you are
I’m gonna lay out a map and it’s plain to see
That all of your roads lead back to me
The tracks that you leave will tell us what you are
Yeah won’t give it away
Won’t quit it yeah
Until you hurt like I do (x2)
I am the architect of everything you see
A president un-elect of everywhere you’ll be
You’re static caught in a space where you feel free
No decisions to make ‘cos you are we
But I’m gonna burn your house down Just you see.
Yeah won’t give it away
Won’t quit it yeah
Until you hurt like I do (x 4)
Bow down again to your overlord master
Algorithm hates all your good behaviour (x2)
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