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Like A Dog
00:38
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Like a dog hit by a car
Steph slopes off, shirtless and sweaty and shamed
His pointed prick, between his legs
Another dire display of how little we have to offer
Like it or not, that's just the business you’re in
A bad time to be a bad guy
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Jollies With The Boys
03:04
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All your formless aspirations
Coked up jollies with the boys
But all that misplaced indignation
Is still reason to make some noise
666
Evil hands make for happy hands
Man we made so much of it
Drowned out every sorry, sissy sap
Slow clap all the slowest kids
Then take everything they have
666
Evil hands make for happy hands
So play it like you mean it
Or don’t play it at all
My balls bulge at the very thought of it
The violence en route, the violence back home
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Slab Thick
02:57
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The man’s slab thick and willfully so
Nervous eyeballs lock in the bedroom
Taking a handjob in a headlock
The things I’d do to feel that held
Oh well
Another room, another circle of hell
Bodies writhe like snakes in the kitchen
Cutting conversations with a bread knife
In an hour I’ll be just like them and just as well
I’m chained to it
Whatever it is
You’re chained to it too
It’s hard to paint an ugly picture
When the horror comes so perfectly formed, and it does
“Rings true with violent intent” and we’re spent
I’m chained to it
Whatever it is
You’re chained to it too
Steph says- I’ve given years
To the idea that something will come along and break me out
But for now, this is all that we have
Enjoy it like the first time and buy a little more time
It's hard, to paint an ugly picture when the horror comes so perfectly formed
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In My Wires
03:09
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I hardly think
It's something worth getting down about
But whatever it is
its unimportant in the here and now
So sit up and suck it in
It’s everything you ever dreamt it’d be
And man, I think I lost my phone again
I’d like to say it doesn’t bother me
But that’s our ticket to the stars
Without it we’re nothing
Just floating in between the bars
Aching for some ascension
I can feel it in my wires
So now’s the times to make good
On all the evil things we said we’d do
Instigate some misdirection
Sink to levels we said we’d never go
I can feel it in my wires
I’m rubbing gums with all the right people
God it feels so blissful
Trading numbers with some real up-and-comers
Some genuine heavy hitters
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5. |
Grisly Visions
03:00
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Metallic words from another grisly vision
Hums in my heads like the sound of a spaceship
There’s no harm done
After David spikes the last remaining pints
A sincere gift given in earnest
‘To be honest boys, I think you deserve this’
That much is true.
Think we lost the connection
Around 3 or 4, I really can’t be sure
I slip so quickly, it’s hard to tell
Exactly when or where it all goes wrong
I get into the wrong car
Speaking to the wrong man
Still come out with the stuff I came in for
There’s no harm done
And if anything, we’re all the better for it
Spread so thick our pockets our bulging
There’s no love lost losing gear in the Leadmill
Or so I assume
Think we lost the connection
Around 3 or 4, I really can’t be sure
I slip so quickly, it’s hard to tell
Exactly when or where it all goes wrong
So do it or don’t
It shouldn’t be this hard
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6. |
Just A Holiday
02:57
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(Cut out the lumps, flush the fluid through)
I think they’re coming around to the idea
That nothing’s ever going to change
You’ve got to learn to stay in your lane
The sooner that sticks
The sooner we can get a fix
The sooner that we can leave
Man, we’ve got places to be
Clawing out my insides
The sooner we get fixed
Tied up
I think its grinding them down
Nothing but nubs
I don’t think it's worth the concern
Besides, we’ve got money to burn
Blood hits my brain like a hammer to glass
Shards ripping through that slow, dark sludge
That builds up and congeals Monday through Friday
Sticks at the sides and refuses to budge
It's just a holiday, just a little time away
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Losing The Whip
02:48
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There’s a gulf between the gang
End to end it spans the full length of the club
Prowling purists and noxious freethinkers
Stripping the pleasure away from the art
A knot of cheerless students lead the way
Engaging in some skittish attempts at coercion
Both sides try to field the call
But someone’s always pipped to the post
Come on, Show a little comity
You’re losing the whip
Some bleary-eyed, no-necked monolith
Spills a drink and suddenly we’re away
The weekend’s rifts forgotten in an instant
Brothers in arms, and fists and teeth
Or at least until some Darcy and his entourage
Ask for a joblot to last them for the week
Frantic thumbs in wallets and pockets
Tripping over bodies to seal the deal
Come on, show a little comity
You’re losing the whip
It’s the same however you frame it
It goes around and around and around
once you’re privy to what goes on above you
It hard to ever go back down
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All Bets Are Off
02:52
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Eyes flit like birds around a bloated body
All skittish and florid
Scratching at the cracks for scraps of something bigger
But Big never comes
Days after nights, on such heroic doses
Man, you look so ghostly
When you snake your head around the door
and beg for what's left.
Yeah, I’m legitimate with an asterisk
Built it up from nothing
And some private investments I could hardly say no to
Can you knock the hustle?
When the hustle is this fucking muscular
The crowd they agree
A hulking testament to sleaze and debasement
All bets are off
Steph wakes up with his eyes swollen shut
No recollection between the bus stop and the pouding throb
But there’s magic in the murk
There’s glamour in the mystery
Of how two grand just goes missing
Its dirty work but someone’s got to do it
I for one and proud
Of all the strung out loopholes
We somehow slipped in through
All bets are off
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9. |
Doom Logo
01:08
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The crust punks are putting off the punters
The ones who put the money in the tills
I know you said you didn’t but its crystal clear you know I know you did
He does it properly, Doom logo tattooed on his neck and that I respect
But business is business
And as it stands, you’ve stolen more drinks than you’ve bought
I can hardly let that slide, when you’re using the toilets like an office space
Show some respect
For your home, your habitat
its crumbling into nothing more and more every day
Don’t you have anything to say?
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Who's Got Guts?
03:49
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Big says:
I can see right through
Every patch of nice, new skin
And where you’ve been
I’m not impressed
Unwieldy arms and a tiny head
I want the best, not what's best for you
Or the pigs that you call friends
That lumpen fuck with the dented skull?
He’s got nothing to show for every rupture, blow or break
Who’s got guts?
When i say guts, I mean the real stuff
Not fall in and fall back out as soon as things get grim
Who’s got guts?
Big backs
A different view of what's to come
And what that means for all of you
And that awful company you choose to keep
It gets worse week on week
The consonance is killing me
Brooding over computer screens
Waiting on some fatal event
Something that actually penetrates
My fully-furnished existence
But i'm still sitting here
Every day ends the same
It's hard to find the drive to mind
Soft Action
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11. |
Every Future
03:48
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Every future
Looks exactly the same
It always did and it always will
I slip so slowly
A glacial descent
It's hard to find the reasons to give a shit
Travelling at that pace
I can only see down
But down is still a direction
You’re still going somewhere
There’s nothing you can do about the way that it’s done
So knuckle down, knuckle drag
Help churn out the muck
The slow, sticky slap of
Congress with the best of a bad bunch
Everything’s harder
If you just want it to be
Large ideas got no one anywhere
At Least not anywhere I’d go
It’s my reputation
The one that’s on the line
At Least I’m consistent, half the time
Syrup slow, with nowhere to go
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12. |
Planetary Feeling
03:06
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If you don't know by now
Then man, you’re a philistine
Waiting in line for the next 7 nights
Big Twenty believes
For the first time in years
That its something integral
Something truly essential
And that’s the reason why
It's packed every night
And the fights sputter out
Before they’ve ever had the time
To get outlandish and grisly
I don’t think I’ll miss them
Now i'm kissing heads and making amends
A synthetic ceasefire
A good 6 hours of peacetime
It’s slow and creeping
But it's all-pervading
A planetary feeling
That I cannot unknot
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Ugly Reunion
03:09
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An ugly reunion between
Everyone who has ever done me wrong
And now that David’s gone, it's a fitting gesture
The funeral didn’t feel a thing like him
I think maybe just to spite him
This is the sound of a life lived underbound
Splitting at the seams, seeping into the muck underneath
The wake feels more authentic
The blood up the walls
The calls for immediate supplies
It's hardly a surprise when Big bursts in
To deliver reserves and say a few words
Not one of them nice
Went direct from the beds to the box, burnt black in both
What seemed sinister at the time, now seems cloying at most
So I’d like to make a toast to all the backhand decisions
self-serving deals and deep, deluded visions
Of something that never existed and probably never will
But I suppose the further you go man, the more intensely you feel
That you’re owed something better for the smidge of effort that you put in
And I put in so little, It only takes a fraction to go all in
So give me your PIN man, and I’ll get out the cash
I know a man, man. independent, no strings attached
What Big doesn’t know won't hurt us at all
Because when you’re knee deep in it
It's really not that far to fall
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Ali did good to get out,
To disassociate but never fully forget
Never enough to feel separated from the struggle
Ownership doesn't mean shit
She's back more educated than ever
she can buy her own drinks now and everything
The Front deserves more than she gives it
So Grant sniffs - they pass it around and she passes
He moves the conversation to nights back at Ruth's
Bodies convulsing and cum in the cracks of the sofa
Summer clearly lost its appeal, she doesn't buy into nostalgia
There's always something bringing us down
It's rotten on the inside and I for one am cutting it out
Before it spreads below the belt.
"If you write the way you talk"
There's some guilt in her silent judgments
Ali checked out some time ago and she won't look back
She passes for better than she had
All the while grants been assembling
Cause the people aren't bad it's just the systems that kept them
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