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Header
03:20
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I don’t know what I know
Yet I know what I don’t
It’s much easier to cry over
Cold rice and booze than to love myself
You don’t know what you got
‘till you die and you rot
Don’t regret, don’t neglect, don’t reject
Don’t be late to your funeral, son
My sweet angel
Sweetest angel
My sweet insect
Buried Incest
My sweet angel
Sweetest angel
My sweet insect
Buried Incest
I’m just half of a brain
I’ll be dying in vain
Try to read and I’ll ask you to leave
I’m not part of a filigran
Love the sunshine my friend
Says the man on again
As he leaves with his plasticine child
In the back of a high speed train
My sweet angel
Sweetest angel
My sweet insect
Buried Incest
My sweet angel
Sweetest angel
My sweet insect
Buried Incest
I’ve seen love on televised fiction before
But I think my head
Might be in love with the war and the hate
Yeah I’ve seen love on televised fiction before
But I think my head
Might be in love with the war
Might be in love with the hate
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2. |
Got No Patience
04:38
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I’ve got no patience, won’t you leave me alone
I’ve got no cigarettes, girl can I bum a smoke
I’ve got no stakes, gonna jump the gate
Have myself a free little ride on the metro
I got no space to rehearse for the show
Ah, the show
Slow it down
Slow it down
You’re driving quite fast for a girly boy
Slow it down
Slow it down
You’re driving quite fast for a girly boy
I’ve no connections according to my foes
Over with the cultural establishment at home
I’ve got convictions on which I don’t act
I just go out back to the balcony and smoke
But I’m still trying not to jack off the bros
And take a piss from the podium of the Status Quo
Rectify
Specify
I’m making more enemies than I accounted for
Rectify
Specify
I’m making more enemies than I accounted for
Rectify, specify, rectify, specify
Rectify, specify, rectify, specify, rectify
(Screams)
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So Raw
05:13
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My daddy’s gonna pay for my fridge and stove
I was a rich man’s son before I was born
Now I don’t have a job and I can’t be poor
My mama’s worried that someday I’ll get bored
I’ll starve myself to live next door to the bar
Where all the rich man bands deploy their guitars
The Rickenbackers, they don’t make you a star
Just give me something that’ll make me hard
I sound like everything you’ve heard in your car
And I know nothing, I don’t work very hard
I kick on everything to make you go “Ah, ah, ah”
So raw, so raw, so raw
I sound like everything you’ve heard in your car
And I know nothing, I don’t work very hard
I kick on everything to make you go “Ah, ah, ah”
So raw, so raw, so raw
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Piss Stained Hands
05:07
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Break your heart in two
I don’t have no glue
But that’s what I do
Don’t stick up for you
I dissected my best friend In a painting I just made
Used my piss stained hands
To paint his face
Paint his face
Paint his face
Paint his face
Paint his face
Never say a word
Never be absurd
I’ll just find myself
Respecting
Respecting
Respecting
Respecting
Respecting
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5. |
What Do You Want
05:34
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What do you want
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
What do you got
Gotta say, gotta say, gotta say
What moves your heart
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Never had
No time
To find out
Some hope, some pray
For a world, for a wide hippy ending
No wars, no stars
No cars no bars no walls, no
Empire state of mind
Surrenders itself so kind
Swallow blind
Pay the bill
Get killed Got
I fell on my T.V.
The channel’s stuck on Grey’s Anatomy
What do you want
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
What do you got
Gotta say, gotta say, gotta say
Just don’t want no part
In a play starring me as an extra smoking pot
It’s not a game
It’s all we’ve got
I know you wanted more
You wanted everything
But that ain’t gonna roll on
This ole highway
Maybe baby, you’re gonna ride it
And turn that silly little ride around and
Walk the paved ole way
I know you wanted something better than the best
God knows you wanted something great
But now you’re gonna look away
Never gonna wake up
Never gonna pay
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6. |
Psychose
03:15
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What
Do you
Think
Makes a man?
I don’t really see what’s wrong with me
I don’t really see what’s wrong with Jenny
All I see are symphonies
Of beauty, freedom and relief
When Is it
Gonna die
This human centipede of right wing scum?
I don’t wanna pry, I don’t wanna pry
Into your sad motherfucking life
Just stay the fuckin’ hell away from mine
We’re all tryna have a good fuckin’ time
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Snowcore Power Trio from so-called Montreal, QC
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