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Sugar-Coated
03:42
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I heard it came from apes.
SUGAR-COATED.
I walk Kinshasa Highway. I walk Kinshasa!
I meet to meet Roxanne; what did I ask her?
"How's the vaccine? Are you keeping clean? how many have you seen?"
I don't know where those hands have been.
And cos I won't , it infects us both
As I remove my clothes, I shrug and wait to be exposed.
Sugar-coated ball of protein
Sugar-coated ball.
Guess I'll just die in the meantime
While you try to sell me a cure.
They said you could get it by kissing
They should you could get it by touch
And as I was demonstrating
All the policemen wore gloves.
I'll sell you a pill
100 dollar bills
but you'll still be ill
I guess I'll have to await until
we're somehow saved
or maybe spayed
I can only pray
for 4000 people a day.
Sugar-coated ball of protein
Sugar-coated ball.
Guess I'll just die in the meantime
While you try to sell me a cure.
I heard it came from apes.
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2. |
iFaint
02:16
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Have you seen the shower scene?
Heard the screams through all the steam?
You don't even see the knife go in, the knife go in.
It was not red, just grey and black and white
It that stain blood or maybe just red wine?
I FAINT I FAINT I FAINT...
I saw the blood go down the plug, go down the plug
Chopper cut off his ears, cut of his lugs
Elijah got eaten up by his dog, his dog
I saw a zombie kid go for the jugular
It was not red, just grey and black and white
Defence response is neither fight nor flight
I FAINT I FAINT I FAINT...
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3. |
Music As A Weapon
02:54
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Sunny day sweeping the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet
We wrote this song
so it could be played
to the cons
In Camp X-Ray
Use this as a weapon
Johnny Cash; San Quentin
Alcatraz, a prison
Sleeping gas, don't listen
Come and play! Everything's A-OK.
Friendly neighbours there, that's where we meet.
And I love the smell
of a broken will
A man in his cell
With a dentist drill
Use this as a weapon
Johnny Cash; San Quentin
Alcatraz, a prison
Sleeping gas, don't listen
I've got my LRAD
I've got my LRAD
I've got my LRAD
It's pointed at you
I've got my LRAD
I've got my LRAD
I've got my LRAD
And there's nothing you can do
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4. |
The Easy Tiger
02:42
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Messed my head
Stroked my heart
Like an architect
Combines science and art
EASY TIGER EASY
TIGER EASY TIGER
I'm like a loaded pistol
And if you move, I shoots
Green grass is thistles
When you get right down to the roots
I'll have my cake
And I'll eat it too
It's lucky for your sake
That beggars can't choose
Senses are impaired
Should get them repaired
Like you even care
EASY TIGER EASY
TIGER EASY TIGER
And just to prove I'm serious
I'll read you off my list
Of all of my criteria
Just to prove that she does not exist.
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"too loud for the indie kids, too clever for the punk kids"
Three-piece art-noise-punkrock from Brighton. Like a jerky Hot Snakes. Or an angry Talking Heads...
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