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Bored Of Math
02:11
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Can i get a scream, from all the back row?
A teeth shine and a bloodied chorus?
A 'help me, I'm sailing of the edge of fucking feeling,' ?
I really really really need forever
All the days I spend in my youth
A black lung, a black time
A generation bored out of their minds
Its a long dead thing
God loves a dealing fiend
Its a long dead thing
God loves a screaming queen
Its a long dead thing
God loves us gold mine kings
Its a long dead war.....
Time to start sniffing glue again
Punk rock needs you again
Time to start spitting blood again
Punk rock needs you again
What a dirty war?
Generations over and done
A black lung a black time
A generation bored out of their minds
Punk rock needs you again
Generation X is dead
Punk rock needs you again
Generation X is dead
Lets Ride!
Light a match for the fires of hell
Damn right!
Generation X is dead
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2. |
Left For Dead
02:46
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Back door, through the club
I'm sick of seeing all the same kids at shows
Fall in by the bar
Burn down the one you love or trust
Strike one, strike two
Drinking whiskey never was quite like you?
Strike three, strike four
Stop your fussing put your feet to the floor
she screams, 'baby know that I'm way to much for you'
she screams, 'baby boy am i not enough for you'
what is it were looking for?
have i left this way to late?
i'm sick and tired of all these jokes running round putting out
what more can any one really say?
what is it were looking for?
have we left this way to late?
i'm sick and tired of you
we've just been left for dead
we've been left for dead
we've been left for dead
this time, it's said
all my live i've been left for dead
this time, it's true
all our lives we looked up to you
what is it were looking for?
have i left this way to late?
i'm sick and tired of all this drama bubbling over
what is it were looking for?
have we left this way to late?
i'm sick and tired of you
we've just been left for dead
we've been left for dead
we've been left for dead
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3. |
Up To You
02:52
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right now!
lock up your doubt
ride out!
all five are here for you
fight now
bury you hurt
ride out!
five young punks for you!
how come its always up to me and you?
neon
lights in our eyes
fear us!
we're not afraid of you!
black out!
tear us apart
riot!
we fighting here for you!
how come its always up to me and you?
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4. |
New Toy
02:57
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well is come in fits and waivers
black swarm wallows in the base of her spine she speaks
funny little passes at the dead and the incomplete
say?
Whats that, you've got an answer for time
tick tock tick tock tick tock think of yourself
it's not a sensible failure.
chrome and blood and finger waving
shiny little fuckers in their shiny little cars
buffing up your buddys like you under a microscope
say?
whats that, you've got an answer for time
tick tock tick tock tick tock think of yourself
its not a sensible failure
baby's got a new toy, in a green purse
baby's got a new toy, in the back yard
(back down idiot, back down turn left run right)
say?
whats that, you've got an answer for time
tick tock tick tock tick tock think of yourself
its not a sensible failure
baby's got a new toy, in a green purse
baby's got a new toy, in the back yard
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5. |
Black Art No 1
02:47
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what a cunt this world
what a difficult feeling
to have swift right hand
and never have the left to cover the bleeding
I know, but you know, why let the feeling / show it son
I know, but you know why let it go? So?
Please you got to give us more time
My god its the end of the world
Set phasers to stun
at the heart of the sun
with an ice pick raised
in an arc over what we've done
I know, but you know, why let the feeling / show it son
I know, but you know why let it go? So?
Please you got to give us more time
My god its the end of the world
Put my hopes beside the river, lay them down,
Let the water hold them under
Please you got to give us more time
My god its the end of the world
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6. |
Married To The Sidewalk
02:33
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Allies, come on baby give us a try
Villian, you know girl we only come out at night
Cool, beat it down, you know the nightmares only begun
Good luck, good night, fair well!
You know that,
Know that baby
Stalking around,
Got this demon walk,
Got this demon talk,
Been married to the sidewalk all night long,
You know that,
Know that baby
Stalking around,
Got this demon walk,
Got this demon talk, been right with you whole time
Burn down all your fucking neighbours
Burn burn every single trap door,
We need all your fucking heroes stripped back down to all there
Bones and babies, weeks and dailies, bones and babies,
We see what they see.
You know that,
Know that baby
Walking around
Got this demon walk,
Got this demon talk,
Been married to the sidewalk all night long,
You know that,
Know that baby
Stalking around,
Got this demon walk,
Got this demon talk, been right with you whole time
Yeah, all my live
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7. |
One For The Road
02:12
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Pull out the pin again
A nail bomb in the heart of this city
But all we ever seem to hit: posers
We dance around our camp fires
As cowards we're dangerous
But all we ever seem to get: roses
Heres the future
Haven't you heard,
Heres the future
Ghost unit coming for ya
Truth is we're faltering
Why we scream not why we sing
But all we ever need from you: devotion
Heres the future
Haven't you heard,
Here the future
Ghost unit coming for ya
Lights out, lights down, communication always breaks down
Lights out, lights down, yeah.
Lights out, lights down, communication always breaks down
Lights out, lights down, yeah.
We learn the new tricks in our days off
We build our gravestones with our day jobs
Lights out, lights down, communication always breaks down
Lights out, lights down, yeah.
Lights out, lights down, communication always breaks down
Lights out, lights down, yea
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8. |
As They Breed They Swarm
03:48
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My battle, slips through the back door
But it doesn't make a difference to you
My battle's over rated
Got my throat slit, in 47
Lay me face down eyes on the stars
Let me sleep in safe abandon
Yeah,
Like we know,
Because we know, yeah?
What makes a difference to you?
Yeah,
Like we know,
Because we know, yeah?
My battle, can you hear it?
Baby (softly) no ones caring
Marriage means less that is ever will
Blood boils up through the storm drains,
One in three kids split the difference
Too many jackals end up in this bad
Yeah,
Like we know,
Because we know, yeah?
What makes a difference to you?
Yeah,
Like we know,
Because we know, yeah?
Stabbed with your own sword
Confetti follows the blow
We've got the head phones
But were not listening to you
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We've got monopolies in weapons and denial
I've got a pocket full of love and engine oil
This is where the fight begins
This is where the fight begins
This is how our lives begin
This is how our lives begin
We've got a bone to pick with you,
We've got a throne to steal from you,
I'm gonna pick my teeth with you,
We got a throne to steal
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 on and on and on and on
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 on and on and on and on
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 on and on and on and on
Lets ride, alright, lets ride into the fight!
We've got a bone to pick with you,
We've got a throne to steal from you,
I'm gonna pick my teeth with you
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We'd swim through a million quagmires
To xxxx the last xxxx of what ever just fucked you
My baby rocks back and forth tonight
This dance lasts a thousand years
Moonlight sparks off the bodies of friends
And my heart fades as we dig graves
For songs we'll never sing
We the dead weight, in the life raft
Teeth float round mingled ash
Celebrate art, celebrate all
The things we'll never have
Yeah, every heart beat sings the new beat
Thank god we're gold
Oh no what have we done
Gone and lost the minatours son
Straight news lines, broken times
Keep hands inside the car
Vagrant waylines for our own crimes
Jesus christ is a playing card
But as the car slips down in the river
Lungs fill up with shredded paper
Yeah, every heart beat sings the new beat
Thank god we're gold
We sing the chorus, we sing the stars, we sing whatever we are
Power arrangements, five as one, we're dead weight
Yeah, every heart beat sings the new beat
Thank god we're gold
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