1. |
Born Sick
02:23
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I’d love to hang out, but I’m chasing my shadow
A night on the town, but I’m chasing my shadow
I pray to god for a chance, but I’m chasing my shadow
Roll your dice on a cross, but I’m chasing my shadow
Oh God, oh God, a chance I need
Oh God, oh God, take some pity on me
You took my legs, took my arms
Jerk reaction to sin
But I come from your mouth and I just wanna be free
And I’m chasing my shadow
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2. |
You
01:19
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Let it go, be the bigger man
Count to ten, before it’s out of hand
“Come on mate this always happens to you”
Let it go
Fuck that I’m swinging for his head
I didn’t mean to fuck it up again
Look what you made me do
I’m coughing up teeth looking up at you
I know it ain’t me, it started with you
So save me that spiel, you’re back of the queue
I’m just a nice guy, but to tell you the truth
I think that it’s worth it with rats like you
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3. |
Last Smoke
01:58
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Ground is burning, think you know it
Greed is showing, I’m fucking going
Going off of you
Earth is bleeding, smoke I’m breathing
Concrete spreading, never ending
Going off of you
And every day it stays the same
Give me oil to rub inside my head
Beneath my skin Inside my brain
Going off
The future’s dead so drink it in
The bell has rung, last orders
and Britain’s sinking
Going off of you
I don’t like you, I don’t care
Just gimme a rope and I’ll hang in there
God won’t save you, nothing will
Gimme the poison, gimme the pill
Going off of you
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4. |
200mg
01:31
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My head is fried, I’m getting high
A social reject to leave behind
So take take take, I need a breather
50mil of mind healer, I need a breather
Take take take, I need a breather
I’m crawling out of my skin
I wanna take it all in
Another pill, another day
Chew them all up and the pain might go away
You’re still talking
I’m sleep walking
The night is calling
So take take take take it all
I need a breather
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5. |
Austerity Kills
02:03
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20 quid a week ain’t nothing to them
Ignore the desperation, it’s the lions den
Eton boys pulling on the leash
There’s nothing on the shelves, nothing to eat
But I found love in a Tory state
And I hope it works out for austerity’s sake
Full of adoration for you
Holding hands in the food bank queue
Bozza likes his Women, the fucking cheat
But you’re the only girl in this country for me
Cos I’ve found love in a Tory state
And I hope it works out for austerities sake
Work 40 hours a week and 50 on your feet
But top up your wage and you’re a fuckin leech
Don’t dare to moan we’re all in the same boat
‘Cept yours is in the channel, Priti’s aiming down the scope
Bills are on the up and there’s sulphur in the air
You’re paying someone’s mortgage and they’re never fucking there
The paint is old and peeling, the heating never works
Your walls are full of mould, but they say it could be worse
But I found love in a Tory state
And I hope it works out for austerity’s sake
Full of adoration for you
Holding hands in the food bank queue
Bozza likes his Women, the fucking cheat
But you’re the only girl in this country for me
Cos I’ve found love in a Tory state
And I hope it works out for austerities sake
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6. |
pH Test
02:13
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Big smoke, don’t choke, street checks
[With a hand around your throat]
Glad I left, for the best
I still miss the rhythm
Don’t know about the rest
Some mates, some not
Don’t get yourself in trouble
[They’ll leave you there to rot]
New town, still down
The drugs don’t work, I still hear the hounds
The dogs are calling to me
I’m good, still free
You’re all lying to me
Fuck you, I see
This drinks on me
And I still want to believe
This faith ain’t nothing
God left, I stayed, you left, I caved
The dogs are calling to me
I’m waiting for violence
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Biting The Heel Brighton, UK
Hardcore Punk from Brighton/London, UK
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