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Car Park
02:17
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I don't know why he can't see it our way
It's written in a big book that's been read for years
Walking down the alley of the cold cobbled street
Ducking stares and glares of those who feel complete
When I walked through there no one offered me a seat
They told me non-believings for the weak
Clutching at my crucifix
Weighing me down
Weighing me down
It's weighing me down now
Clutching at my crucifix
You ask me how?
How can I banish my sins and live in the now?
Clutching at my crucifix
Weighing me down
Weighing me down
It's weighing me down now
Clutching at my crucifix
You ask me how?
How can I still sin and make it to the clouds?
I see all you people sitting in the church
Putting your hands together, praying to the God in the sky
And I try so hard to understand but all I can think is why?
Well I'm clutching at my crucifix
That shit ain't helping, it's just weighing me down
Staring at the people of God
Calling me out now
I see that cross hanging round your neck
All high and mighty, kept in check
Bet it was choked round your throat last night
Rough sex is fun but don't tell J C right?
You should take that frown turn that shit upside down
See that cross on your neck, flip it around
You should take that frown turn that shit upside down
Tear that cross from your wall, onto the ground
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2. |
Snakes
04:49
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All of you people are shallow
All of you people are shadows
All of you people are shallow
All of you people are shadows
You take no risks, and give too many shits
You take no risks, and give too many shits
If I ain't living
Then I may as well be dead
So quit stalling now
And crack my fucking head
If I ain't living
Then I may as well be dead
So quit stalling now please
And crack my fucking head
In the land of the snakes
You gotta be the king fucking cobra
In the land of the snakes
You gotta be the king fucking cobra
In the big blue world
You sell it for what you're told
In the big blue world
You sell it for what you're told
I used to be, such a romantic
Till I learned that ain't shit
Now I'm solitary, and I'm loving it
Now I'm solitary, and I'm loving it
When it begins to feel good
To make others feel sad
That's when you gotta question yourself
When it begins to feel good
To make others look bad
That's when you gotta ask yourself
Do I just want what they have?
In the land of the snakes
You gotta be the king fucking cobra
In the land of the snakes
You gotta be the king fucking cobra
In the big blue world
You sell it for what you're told
In the big blue world, you sell it for what you're told
Wanna make my cash before I’m old
All of you people are shallow
Catch you hanging from the gallows
You take no risks
Hiding in the shadows
All of you people are shallow
Catch you hanging from the gallows
You take no risks
Hiding in the shadows
In the land of the snakes
You gotta be the king fucking cobra
In the big blue world
You sell it for what you're told
In the land of the snakes
You gotta be the king fucking cobra
In the big blue world
You sell it for what you're told
In the land of the snakes
You gotta be the king fucking cobra
In the big blue world
You sell it for what you're told
In the land of the snakes
You gotta be the king fucking cobra
In the big blue world
You sell it for what you're told
In the land of the snakes
You gotta be the king fucking cobra
In the big blue world
You sell it for what you're told
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3. |
Lucid
05:39
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I don't know why
You put me through this every damn night
You said you didnt wanna wait outside
I said baby, it's alright
Why?
Did you never say goodbye?
I don't know why
You put me through this every damn night
I said if I were the dark, then you'd be the light
But still you push, and we fight
Why?
Did you never say goodbye?
You could have lied
Why?
Did you never say goodbye?
Why?
I still question why
You put me through this every fucking night
Today I sat and thought “oh this world is full of shit”
What is there for me to do, but sit and smoke this spliff?
I question this, question that, i really got no clue
So why are you sitting here, asking if I love you?
The proof is in the pudding
The proof is in the pudding
The proof is in the pudding
The proof is in the pudding and you swallowed that fucking shit whole
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4. |
Skibb
03:05
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I never said it was a good idea
Just didn't care if it was a bad one
I tried humouring you, tried fitting in
But it was ill fitting, clear bullshitting
Now I'm back to my old ways
Strung out, I haven't slept for days
Smoking joints in Skibbereen
Yeah those lot love their green
Necking dark in the park for hours
Can't be seen, oh the guards can't see me
Now I'm back to my old ways
Strung out, I haven't slept for days
And now I'm smashing out 8 balls like
Like they're going outta fashion
And i'm pulling you all in
With my uncompromised passion
Fill your nose, blow your throat up
Fill your lungs until you choke up all the good stuff
Copper's stop coming in my dreams
Seems like they’re a constant theme
Well don't you know I've got a gun on me
I'll blast your face to smithereens
Ain't no rest for the wicked
But the wickeds having a rest now
So walk away, don't say shit
Don't care if you're happy now
Play with the wolf
Get your hand ripped off, big time player call yourself
Brick top, I have good days
And some bad and this one surely
Feels like the latter
It feels like the latter
Clog your nose, blow your throat up
Fill your lungs until you choke up all the good stuff
Copper's stop coming in my dreams
Seems like they’re a constant theme
Well don't you know I've got a gun on me
I'll blast your face to smithereens
I said I'm gonna blast your face off cunt
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