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Mustang
03:07
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Can't capture all the stories
Running round your skin
The snow that crusts the window as I
Let the raindrops in
And watch decaying slush on the
Impatient pavement
The Americans tell me that
I must have been somewhere else
The words that pass between us without
So much as a by your leave
I see them empty happy smiling
Faces through the leaves they plummet
The weather's always changing And I can't
Find the room within myself
I thought I was the centre
But I must have been somewhere else
I must
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Blue tooth dead set
Where do you think you're going?
You haven't cleaned the farm yet
And mother will be home very very soon
Blue tooth dead set
We've got to stick together
I know that your hairs filthy
But your suit is made of leather
The cows are all so angry
They think its their brother
I tell them otherwise
But they don't listen
And don't you go telling me I'm no good
I've got nothing to lose but my acne
And don't you go telling me I'm too young
All I've got to lose is my acne
Blue tooth dead set
We need you so much more
And nothing can compare to the romance
Of fighting in the shit
While the sun goes down behind
Blue tooth dead set
And don't you go telling me I'm not alright
I've got nothing to lose but my acne
And don't you go telling me I'm too young
I'm full of puss and covered in acne
Blue tooth dead set
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Snowblind Saturday
01:19
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This is another rut in the bathroom
Motion white sick stain
Imperial justice doled out on a pounds to kilos scale
My ulcers playing up again
I watching myself in a distance film
And I’ve had the whole thing ruined
Snowblind Saturday
And what happens when the rats will come
And ask me if I love my country
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MAS 38
02:41
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M A S
Just give me one good reason
Thirty Eight
All of Italy and a firing squad
The time is now
Sometimes killing is not murder
I can’t wait to see
Try to run
A hundred ants to mock your statues
Try to love
But nothing comes out except poison
M A S
38’s a national
Cure and I can’t wait to see
All the people in the street will say it’s just good fortune but I know
M A S
The hunter has become the hunted
Thirty Eight
Blood and badges will be scattered round
And how high
Would you like your lamp post
Honey I can’t wait to see
All the people in the street will think it's just good fortune but I know
And all the people in the street the ones that used to fear you I know
And all the people in the street the ones that come to jeer you I know
Call us turncoats
Call us reds
We’ll put a spike into your heads
Call us heroes
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Hey! Rasputin
01:56
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Hey! Rasputin
A bitter snow has covered London
All the creeps are out in force
I rally them with police and circus
The revolution by a rotting door
Hey! Rasputin
Eat your heart out
You don't know what you are doing
Baton down the hatches
The hurricane is here
Eat your free lunches
The hurricane will not disappear or dissipate on impact
Hey! Rasputin
Hey! Jean-Paul Satre
Have you met Rasputin
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Super Cool Rock Kids
00:41
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Television Head
00:26
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What can be politely said
Of stormy television head
Who lifts his limp eyes slowly to the sky
And lets down all the people with a sigh?
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Porcelain Dog
01:57
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St Cola
02:18
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What Pretty Rabbits!
02:44
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On the beacon lost
Sure enough the magnet falls
On our empty peaceful lives
And find home
And find home waiting
Leave us
Leave us be
And find home
And find home waiting
Uuuuuuh
Embrace kids foundation
Helping children with...
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Everything Is Just Okay
00:36
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The trick is to be a little uncomfortable
Everything is just okay
Everything is just... O... K
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The Mara London, UK
"You can never be strong/ You can only be free."
Guided By Voices
I eat spit and make psych shit. Or other things.
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