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Scenes
02:07
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Ain't your face that bothers me
You've got no personality
Locked behind the shopping till
Chain me to the radiator grill
Out of breath I think I'll swim
You've got the time, the lights are dim
I wonder why I feel high
You see double I wonder why
Scenes [x4]
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Square Peg
02:44
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I feel so wrong
I'm like an empty block of flats
Look in the mirror
There's a stranger staring back
I feel so lost
I'm like a beetle upside down
I'm standing still
But the room keeps spinning round
Stuck inside all the time
Feeling sick but I don't know why
Ain't got a job, ain't got no one
Circle around until we're done
My head's so fried
It's like I left it in the sun
Feel my past behind me
I pick up my feet and run
I feel so useless
Like some kind of missing link
The way your eye shifts
Makes it hard for me to think
Stuck inside all the time
Feeling sick but I don't know why
Ain't got a job, ain't got no one
Circle around until we're done
I feel so great
It's like things never changed at all
I chainsmoke cigarettes
And ignore all my phone calls
I take the pamphlets
Off the evangelicals
I cut and stick them
All over my bedroom walls
I'm a square peg [x4]
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Limited Facility
02:54
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Slurry's gonna hit the concrete floor
I'm having a good time but it's such a fucking chore
Everybody's watching you in this town
They're in the gutters when I'm not around
Future's in my hands and that only makes it worse
Won't take death easy, think I'll break out of the hearse
I'm not a tortured artist, but art is fucking torture
Everything I say and do just ends up in disorder
Never been smart, don't want to be
Cuz knowledge ain't salvation to me
The money's gone and we're shit outta luck
And I can't get the baggage out the back of the truck
Future's in my hands and that only makes it worse
Won't take death easy, think I'll break out of the hearse
I'm not a tortured artist, but art is fucking torture
Everything I say and do just ends up in disorder [x2]
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Read It and Weep
02:48
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There's a way out but I don't care
My brain is scattered everywhere
I'm breaking everything I touch
Cos I'm too clumsy, don't think too much
There's a bad taste in my mouth
That's just the way things are
Revolution starts in your house
But it never goes too far
Read it and weep
Read it and weep [x4]
I'm at home, no place to go
Do I bite my fist or smash the window
Ignorance is bliss, they said
But that don't mean I shouldn't turn my head
You congratulate yourselves
You're just stuck in the past
Now you're gazing at store shelves
Do your ideals really fade that fast
Read it and weep
Read it and weep [x8]
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On Tenterhooks
02:59
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I'm hanging out to dry
On tenterhooks
And I can't even lie
I'm shit outta luck
I'm a brick wall to talk to
but I got a nice colour
And I don't even know you
But we're still talking to each other
There's writing on the wall and it's neon green
You still can't tell what I mean
Don't ever try to call me on the phone
You're more fun to talk to when I'm stoned
I'm lying face down
Glued to the concrete
I see the way you walk around
Like you own the street
And I don't know shit
I don't know my name
I know you're wearing it
I know it ain't the same
My body's in the city but my head's in the drain
I'm still living just the same
Gonna throw bricks through your windows
Leave your trash out in the road
I couldn't tell you what I think
Cos it all just goes straight down the sink
I'm feeling alright but you know I'm stuck
Hanging out to dry on tenterhooks
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7. |
Failed State
02:35
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Every road's a one way street
I spend another seven hours in this seat
I don't know what I came here for
But I'll figure it out once I'm out the door
I'm a number on a chart, I'm a name on a sheet
I'm watching people collapse in the street
I'm gazing through the bus windows
With my eyes shut tight and the windows closed
It's a failed state
We're human bait
It's failed state
Were we born too late
Everywhere I go cars pass by
Spewing out shit that could get you high
I get funny looks everywhere I walk
Cos of the way I move and the way I talk
I'm a number on a chart, I'm a name on a sheet
I'm watching people collapse in the street
I'm gazing through the bus windows
With my eyes shut tight and the windows closed
It's a failed state
We're human bait
It's failed state
Were we born too late
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Roo Stafford Leicester, UK
lesta rock n roller makin rock n roll tunes
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