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Legal Highs
02:33
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I didn't show up drunk but I was out till 1am. And if you did this 10 hours a day I'm sure you would do the same. The smoke breaks aren't frequent enough. Scalpel marks. Hands cut and rough. China White III. Suzuki Swift. A long drive home. An income missed. And if I get get rich I'll buy a car from you pricks. And I'll line the whole damn thing with your stretched out (peeled off) skin. My doormat is piled high from all the bills I've missed. If I were my landlord right now I'd sure as hell be pissed. But your flat smells like damp and mould. No wonder I'm always ill and cold. Don't open post till last warning. Can't pay a bill that I've not seen. And if I had my pride and wit I would've lit that cigarette.
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I Probably Would
03:07
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It was a mess. It was the best. It was a self-destruct path. It was an understatement. Doing lines. Smoke joints in the bath. Boundaries to break. Self-loath and hate. Six years in the wait. Maybe just fate. But now it's fucking dead and the floor's covered in glass. I'm not a free pass to fuck with. I'm not a dog that will nod yes. I'm not a loan or some shared wealth. I'm not abusing my own health. It's not a Punk Rock thing. Got bread to win. Gotta have a career. It's not an understatement. I've worked hard to be right here. Once a fuck up. No job's enough. I've had it rough. Is this true love? Don't talk to me about living your life in a state of fear. Perhaps all those guys that you're messaging online will devote their attention to you? Give you all their time. And if you hear this song and see it as a personal attack I recommend you ask your friends what they say behind your back. Go ask your friends. That girl she really ain't all she's cracked up to be. Watch her, she's downing pills to twist your sympathy. And yes I am a wreck but I'll get over this. She's mourning her relationship in a graveyard in Norwich. Yeah I saw those photos and so what if I checked? You express pain like a GCSE D-grade art project.
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N.M.A.
02:38
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Your music is an extension of your personal brand. Glued to the sofa with a king skin in your hand. The clothes you wear, the stuff you buy. Can't separate your work from life. Stop talking about work, I'm just trying to have a beer. It's after six, I need a fix. Quit preaching in my ear. You are just a business guy. Work's an extension of you. Stuck to your office chair like a Teen that's sniffed some glue. The house you own, the car you drive. Can't take it with you when you die. Stop talking about strategy, I've finished my commute. It's half past eight, I'm drink in Yates and this task does not compute. Your piss is all luminous cause you're taking supplements.
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Death Ride
02:10
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I am not selfish. Just having a bad day. I always bend backwards for your needs anyway. Not drilling no more holes or hoovering no more floors. Not mounting your photos up on your new flat wall. And she said; "Oh you're in a band? Would you ever write a song about me? My ex did that once and it was cringeworthy." And I said; "Girl, trust me, you don't want me to write a song about you, because if that ever happens Dear it will be because we're through." Death ride. Anxiety hit me as I was passing Diss. My commute from work has never felt quite like this. Deleting your photos and all your contacts too. Ain't gonna take the risk of drunk dialling you. And when I said I was in a band, and you asked if I could write a song about all the beauty in your eyes and how they look reflecting under the moon. And I said; "Girl, trust me you don't want that, because if I ever do it won't be romantic. It will be because we're doomed." I collect broke relationships like collect empty cans. Five months in your company and I will know exactly where I stand.
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Reptillian Toilet
02:46
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Here I am again and for once I'm doing fine. Even though I think that they could do with air con on this line. Bus > train > work > train > bus > home > sleep again. When all your drinking's social you don't question where you're staying. I'm holding out in the city. These rural trips taking it easy. It's a drain on all my time and it's eating all my income but I'd rather be a poor man who's just trying to have some fun. All these folks around me. They're so focused, goal driven. Wonder how they'd get by without any motivation? Never stop, appreciate you've achieved more than what you said. I'm surpassing myself each day if I just get out of bed. This train is now my church but I can't see a single smile. I would stop and pray for you but there's standing in the aisle. My phone is dead, my eyes are red and commuting takes too long. I remember when it only took an hour to write a song.
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#BSEDIY
01:35
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I've got no one to please now. I've got no egos to keep down. You can get fucked once you've taken a bow. You will never kill us. We will never die. I've got nothing to play for anymore. As if we did on our record before? I've got a thousand words but none that fit to this riff. I've cut back on my drinking and I've ran out of myths. When did this genre go lose all it's edge? Where is that sound that a council house fed? White privileged kids from a suburban hell. I'd even count our band in that bracket as well. Another song about depression and suicide. Can't convince you even if I'd have tried. No broken home sound and no voice from the street. We've never struggled to put shoes on our feet. We've never struggled to find something to eat. Just a Conservative middle-class town. We're Champagne Socialists dragging the system down.
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I Am Your Demons
04:13
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Your Father was no saviour. Your Father was no Saint. Turning lepers into blind men. Had no cross to taint. You could have been so different and you could have built that bridge but when it came to your creation you were moulded in his image. If Satan is a sinner then Jesus ain't my friend. Skip the bread, I'm drinking wine for breakfast again. We both have the same hymn book but we're singing different songs. I'm closing mine until you see that all the words are wrong. My coin pocket is empty. The beggar strikes again. I'm giving up my good will. I'll take your name in vain. If your house of worship's open I'm staying in the lurch. If loving you is holy I'm burning down the church. I've spent too long a brainwashed pawn and everything's my fault (but I've escaped your cult). One lash for your own mishap. Two Devil's out the blue. 3am lost confessions. For all my trust in you. I've seen my Goddess laying on her final resting bed. Such a shame that she woke up. I wish that she was dead.
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