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Crappy Days
00:56
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Again and again, day after day,
Spent the whole week just waiting for the end,
Trapped in this job, this way of life,
Smoke, grind, drink and thrash!
Crappy days, smoke and grindcore,
Happy days, drink and thrash!
We’re built for speed, and we live for the smash.
Surviving on blastbeats, weed and buckfast.
DIY or die, live to go fast,
Smoke, grind, drink and thrash!
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Sharing's Not Caring
00:41
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Filter the bullshit, brain to mouth,
Review your life while looking at the floor.
No one cares about your shit,
You're acting like a fucking prick
Throw your toys out of the pram
Just make sure that everybody knows,
Your petty problems always front page news
You just can't take it anymore
Just make sure that everybody knows
Your petty problems always front page news
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Climbing For Dollars
01:31
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Our demo CD cost us nearly a grand,
We’ve not even played our debut show,
It’s all cut and paste ‘cos we can’t do it live,
But our stage moves are all well rehearsed.
Check out our new music video (woah-oh)
We’ll make it big one day.
We paid for our song on a magazine CD,
Look we are on track seventeen!
We paid to be on this forgotten band’s tour,
Look we are on just after doors...
Check out our new music video (woah-oh)
We’ll make it big one day (our manager says)
We have a cool promo photo (woah-oh)
Yeah we’re a pretty big deal (check out our weekend long tour)
Metal to the masses, battle of the bands
Please vote for us, please vote for us.
We’ll show you our new song if we get a hundred likes,
Please vote for us, please vote for us.
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Shameful Self Promotion
00:36
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Where’s our petrol money?
Where’s our vegan curry?
Where’s the crowd you said?
Where’s the cymbal stands?
You dragged us here to fuck us about
Your mate’s band is still playing their shit fucking riffs
Not said two words to us all night
But determined to claim you ‘support the scene’
Four hours home
You just fuck off
Weaken the world
With your shit attitude
Fuck off!
Fuck off!
Fuck off!
Prick!
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5. |
I Wish I Was Dead
01:09
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Fueled by a hate over nothing at all,
Just shit bedroom riffing and angst.
Chasing an image 15 years out of date,
Clown-faced camoflage prats.
I wish I was dead, wish I was dead, wish I was dead.
My band is the best, we headline the shows,
Our drum rack is second to none.
We’ll turn up late, go home once we’ve played,
Got work in the morning you know.
A hundred guitars all in pointy shapes,
I wish I was Dimebag or Max,
My dorian scale is totally tight,
But my riffs they all fucking suck.
I wish I was dead, wish I was dead.
I wish I was dead, wish I was dead, wish I was dead.
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Scum and Villainy
01:06
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Right wing ballbags, fascist bully boys
Polishing their skinheads.
Used to be an alright haunt,
but now I wouldn’t be caught dead.
Shitty fucking metal, shitty fucking politics,
Scum and villainy
Right wing ballbags, fascist bullyboys,
Polishing motorbikes.
That band sounds like Lamb Of God,
Everything's gone to shit.
Recycled rock and karaoke,
Blood & honour oi oi dicks,
Nothing personal you understand,
We just don’t like right-wing pricks.
Scum and villainy.
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Old Green Bottle
01:09
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I went to the doctor, 'cause I was unwell
He said "my boy, you're all shot to hell
I'll write a prescription for sweet tonic wine,"
an hour later, everything's fine.
Old green bottle, she's done me in
Sweet fifteen, a right state I'm in.
I've drunk it all day, and I've drunk it all night.
Old green bottle, light up my life.
Pick me up, make me sick.
Up when I'm down, then down in a ditch.
Break my heart, come back for more,
That yellow dress, knocks me to the floor.
Old green bottle, she's done me in
Sweet fifteen, a right state I'm in.
I've drunk it all day, and I've drunk it all night.
Old green bottle, light up my life.
I am in prison
The light never shines
I can't see my bottle
So dark is the night.
Old green bottle, she's done me in
Sweet fifteen, a right state I'm in.
I've drunk it all day, and I've drunk it all night.
Old green bottle, light up my life.
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Gorillas in the mist, bashing people for no reason
Pissed on Spectra, piss-stained jeans
Just. Fuck. Off.
It’s the beginning of the end if the knuckle-draggers win
Low forehead
Shit for brains
Stink of puke
Staggering
Judgement has been passed
You’ll get what you deserve
It’s the beginning of the end if the knuckle-draggers win
They can never win
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Hanged and Banged
02:01
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I cannot see, the light burns my eyes
I cannot live, sold my soul to the bar last night.
Banging my head to some crucial thrash
Two bottles of bucky and I’m feeling fine.
Back at home monging to some heavy doom,
Oh fuck no what have I done.
Hangover bangover!
I can’t live no more.
Hangover bangover!
I can’t live
Falling asleep with a mouthful of crisps
I’m hanged and banged.
Can’t turn my head to the right or the left
I’m hanged and banged.
I can’t live.
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10. |
Grief Thief
00:39
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Made up propaganda, falsified accounts
Gather up the gullible, perpetuate the lies
Likes equal prayers, a click to show you care
Think that pictures show the truth, choose what to believe
Facts and figures cloud your judgement, make sure they succeed
Likes equal prayers, click to show you care
Don't care if it's real, just show them that you feel
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11. |
Die In A Fire
00:32
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Who cares if you wrote new riffs,
I’d do better with no hands
I just took a shit on your dreams
I’m the king of all you dicks
Die in a fire
Die
You’re a stain on humanity
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Goodbye Cruel World
00:30
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Rumbling death
Punk messiah
The choice of our generation
Fight to be free
Play it faster, do it again
Play it louder, leap from the stage
Headbanging freaks
Legacy eternal
Goodbye to the cruelest world
Live again
Play it faster, do it again
Play it louder, leap from the stage
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