1. |
Perfect Spot
02:51
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Tell me why you’d better suckin’ on a pill now…
And it’s dry, you’ll drive your demons up the railroad
And that was you
You learn to crawl
‘Cause there is nothing they’ve been setting up
And that was you
You’ll learn to cry on perfect spot
And he’s high, you better rock him on the hill now…
Anytime you cut your demons off the trees now…
And that was us
We’ve learned to crawl
‘Cause we’re not british or american…
That was us
We’ll get to fly on perfect spot…
That was you
You’ll learn to crawl
‘Cause you’re not british or american
But that was you
You’ll learn to cry on perfect spot
You’re gonna cry, you’re gonna fly...
You’d better suckin’ on a pill now
You’re going to paint it on a halo
Perfect Spot...
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2. |
Meet The Girls
02:51
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Trust dirty minds
Move with their kind
And to their metaphors
You’ve turned out green
You stick it clean
She rolls her eyes
Just like a red hair company
Reinventing every week
So guys we must be there…
Hey! We’ll meet the girls
Hey! We’ll meet the boys
You streak it in
But no one wins
Can't catch a break
Crashing your cars at lightning speed
Down at the villa at night burn fat and memory
So we just step and close
I’m begging at the airport
‘Cause I don’t want your love
Because I am the hopeless
I know…
Hey! We meet the girls
Hey! We meet the boys…
Hey! We meet the girls
Oi! We meet the boys
Alright…
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3. |
Magpie
02:50
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How faaaaar..?
Well all 2000s bunch of creeps
You’re going to sing along with us
Stick your phones inside your ass
Be smart, just steal guitars…
A magpie wannabe, a magpie wannabe
A magpie wannabe
Look at me, look at him, look at me, look at him, look at you…
See tall Marc along the way
He’s going to share some news for tips
See that Gab, he’s crazy cool
He never sells himself to hips
A magpie wannabe
A magpie wannabe
A magpie wannabe
Look at me, look at him, look at me, look at him, look at you…
Hold a guitar, let’s go…
A magpie wannabe
A magpie wannabe !
A magpie wannabe
Look at him, look at me, look at him, look at me, look at you…
Piggy’s on the corner, label never sold a hit
Sammy, Mike and Florin play some foos, then bite the beat
And Mary’s always in…
And Robbie’s got to click!
A magpie wannabe
Look at me, look at him, look at me, look at him, look at me, look at him, look at meee
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4. |
Bombs
05:00
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We’ve tried to be best friends
And as love gets to begin
You don’t need now to be clever
You’ve been busted again
Maybe the time has come
And all the things you leave behind
The reasons they should be defined
They’re not mailed-in
Band is trouble and it’s a fact of life
And we’re trouble for the corporate guys
Once you understand our simple plan
There’s nothing more that’s planned to get
You’ve said you want some other friends
But will they love you till the end?
And if they’re wrong we’ll sing a song
It’s just another way to show you how much we care…
We’ve tried to be those supermen
As all those tramps do with their bans
And if they’re wrong we send them the bombs…
Let’s just drop the bombs…
Now you try to get offended
But as long as you’re pretending
There’s a reason to be clever
You feel lost again
Oh maybe time is you
And all the things you want to do
Believe me, what are you going to do?
You’re mocked again
Black dark water on the silver screen
Don’t you know that you belong to me?
Once you understand our simple plan
There’s so much more that’s planned to get
Well you’ve said you want some other friends
But will they love you till the end?
And if they’re wrong we’ll sing a song
It’s just another way to show you how much we care…
So we’ve tried to be those supermen
While they’re driving my dogs mad
Then if they’re wrong
Just send them the bombs…
Send them the bombs…
(And we’re trouble for the royal guys…)
You’ve said you want some other friends
But will they love you till the end?
And if they’re wrong we’ll sing a song
It’s just another way to show you how much we care
So we’ve tried to be those supermen
As all those tramps do with their trends
Be sure they’re wrong
Just throw them the bombs
Send them the bombs
Let’s just drop the bombs
Let’s throw them the bombs…
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5. |
Pray For Today
02:07
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PRAY
I SAY PRAY
FOR TODAY
LOST
I’VE BEEN LOST
NIGHT AND DAY
DRESS UP BABYLON
MOVE TO HARRINGTON
OUR TIME IS RUNNIN’ ON
DRESS UP BABYLON
RAVE
I SAY RAVE
CONTEMPLATE
RAVE
I SAY RAVE
VIOLATE !
DRESS UP BABYLON
MOVE TO HARRINGTON
OUR TIME IS RUNNIN’ ON
DRESS UP BABYLON
PRAY
I SAY PRAY
FOR TODAY
PRAY
I SAY PRAY
FACE THE DAY !
DRESS UP BABYLON
MOVE TO HARRINGTON
OUR TIME IS RUNNIN’ ON
DRESS UP BABYLON
STOP !!!
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6. |
I Don't Know
03:21
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Been thrown myself again in this neighborhood
So don’t you know I’ve been high on the days of june
So here we are, we’ve been loud on the terraces
But chastened now, we’re cryin’ on a wasted land
And it’s a dizzy little freezin’ feeling way thru the brain
It’s a shock wave to the rhythm, It’s a shot to the faith
And it was not back to me because we face it as we’ve always done
(We’ll sit next to the Lords)
And it feels that I don’t know
And it seems that I don’t ever want to
And it seems that we don’t know
We never care about it, don’t you?
When they ask what you’re lookin’ for?
The answer is that I don’t know
Still and clear that I don’t know
Since it’s clear that we don’t know…
Bring me a moon that shines on these naked roads
Don’t you dare… The streets just belong to us
If the rain it’s kissin’ up the railroad
Then we’ll be there glad to dance on its corpse
It’s a funny little feeling when we claim for the rain
It’s a shock wave to the years, it’s a shot to the brain
And it was not back to me because we fake it as we’ve always done
(We’re comin’ straight to the core)
And it’s clear that I don’t know
And it’s been that I don’t ever want to
And it feels that we don’t know
We never care about it, don’t you?
When they say whole lotta love?
The answer is that I don’t know
Still and clear that we don’t know
Still and clear that I don’t know
Watch out, here we go
When they ask whom you’re looking for?
The answer is that I’m not sure
Stick it up that we don’t know
Still and clear that I don’t know…
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7. |
Generate
04:05
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Sons, I’ve got the scars you’ve left for me
Give me another chance to glow
Look, if I’m part of the drama
How could I pretend to fall?
You’re scum
That’s for sure
Fathers, mothers, teen-aged boned
Is this a generation, slut?
I never took a step before…
Is this a generation, slut?
I’m loving you
But you owe me more…
So you try to see, to feed the breeze
Don’t choke back your tears, you’re done
Look, you’re foaming at the mouth
How could I pretend to smile?
Yeah, right, we know the score
Fathers, mothers, teen-aged numb …
Is this a generation, dog?
I’ll let you find the means you want
Is this is a generation, God?
It’s coming at your back, now look out…
Lord… Is this a generation, slut?
The damaged name of Lucifer
Is this a generation, God?
We’re ready for a next u-turn…
Is this a generation, dog?
Remember who you are…
Is this a generation, God?
We’re ready, we’re the sign of times…
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8. |
Rave Up
03:04
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Sign!
Pray the laid kings
I know the man, you know what I mean
I know the spot you’re waiting for
He got no taste, he got no trouble
He likes to live it all at once
Prepare your helmets and learn the scriptures
And take a shot until you’re fuckin’ nuts
I’m going to rave up, babe
He’s gonna rave us, slave
I love the way he moves
The way he wears his boobs
Downtown we just know what to do
I’ve got my smell, I’ve got my treasure
Now celebrate the power
And give the masses some command
I’ve got a date, the assumed fate
He’s got one hundred more to educate
I’ve got to rave up, babe
We’re gonna rave up, slave
He wants to be your Stalin
He wants to be your cunt
And even if we have to lie and fool the sun
We want some more
We need some more
We did the drugs
We drank the booze
We’re going to rave up, babe
He’s gonna rave us, slave
We’re gonna…
Babe
We’re gonna…
Slave…
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9. |
Pristine
03:33
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And what could have been?
Except the almost, Pristine
I’d just lead you there
And what should I have done?
The morning begun and no more left to say…
You walked away
…But something’s burning
And it’s something good
I’ve dreamed of you
Now watch me grow
And what if this have no clue?
We grow roses thrill
And we played stereo ‘til
That’s happening to the chosen few
Beloved is the one
Who’s claiming for fun
And this goes with the multitudes
…But something’s burning
And it’s something new
I see you fulfilled now…
Watch me grow
And what if this has to renew?
We blame on the morse
Then blame on the corpse of an entire lifetime
Bleeping themes…
So what if I die?
Or stuck to survive ‘til we join you in the place you’re drifting in?
But something it’s burnin'
It’s under roots
We’ve dreamed of new life’s growin up
Now what leads the heart to bleed?
What do you think of this?
(What do you give for free?)
What, Pristine?
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10. |
Feed The Hole
04:05
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So bad you’ve drink enough
So mad you’re Dracula
So dead you’re civilized
Hell, tonite’s the time!
And what I’ve made to please you
And what I’ve made to leave you
Cut that shit, swallow lies…
Hell, tonite’s the time!
I’m gonna feed the hole and I’ll feed…
Feed your burnin holes
Feed the hole and I feed, feed, feed, feed, feed…
So glad the end is near
So dope you drove me here
So mad you’re civilized
Hell, tonite’s alright!
I’m gonna feed the hole and I’ll feed…
Feed your fuckin’ holes
Feed the hole and I…
Jesus was a heartbreaker
Full of drugs and heavy mental
In my mind I’m just a faker
In my mind…
In my mind you’re one of a kind
In my mind you’re one of a kind
… So bad, you’ve drink enough
So mad you’re Dracula
So dead you’re civilized
Hell, tonite’s alright
I’m gonna feed the hole and we feed…
Feed those fuckin’ holes
Feed the hole and we…
Feed…feed…feed…
Shall we burn?
Shall we burn?
Shall we burn?
Shall we burn?
...
We’ll burn
We burn…
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