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Ahh!
01:35
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40 hour weeks to stay in debt
Live for the weekends and pay the rent
Like Eleanor Rigby, alone ‘til death
Where do we come from? Belong?
What's next?
And if life is what happens when you're making other plans…
Then do we get what we planned for once we're dead?
If you're burdened by logic
That doesn't make sense
Heaven is a fairytale
Hell is a life of regrets
Aah ahh!!!
What would you do with 24 hours left?
Would you apologize and make amends for every little shitty thing that you've grown to regret?
Or, on behalf of the world, would you take revenge by murdering the Rothschilds and their gang? Save the world! Expose their plans? Or
Gather all your friends and get high as hell!
Go out on top, you might as well
Aah ahh!!!
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2. |
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Welcome to inside my mind
Its ok, its not great, but it will have to do
The line between sane and insane is fine
I’ve come to realize it’s fun obscuring the two
My Dad killed himself because he had a broken heart
and I’ve had one, so I can’t blame him
But I’m fucking confused inside
I’ve lost my mind
But I’d lose my nuts if they weren’t in a bag.
The wombie doesn’t help but I’m sure that it does
I wanna be alone but I wanna I’m in love
If you think you’re not going to survive
Remember you made it this far alive
So wake the fuck up and clear your head
And cheer the fuck up and get out of bed
If you think you’re not going to survive
You’re probably right
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3. |
#punchin'
02:43
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You must have millions of dollars and no next of kin
You've got a head like a robber's dog, I'm telling you you're as ugly as sin!
How you pulled such a babe is a mystery to me
You must bang like a pro
You must be packing heat
You're punchin’ way above your weight
Did you hypnotize her to get a date?
Are you famous and I just don't know?
Is it poor taste or is she a little slow?
You must be really nice?
You're not so easy on the eyes
I guess she's not a shallow bird
And you must have a way with words
She could do much better
She's super heavy weight and you're as light as a feather
Are you famous and I just don't know?
Is it poor taste or is she a little slow?
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4. |
I'm Alright
02:01
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Too much time off, depression had a hold of me.
Fall off, climb on. I won’t let this be the end for me.
I’m alright!
Too much of not enough, desperation had a hold of me.
Swept it and took it’s back. I wont let it get the best of me.
I’m alright!
I believed in Dad’s bad news, I had the Kurt Cobain blues.
Chin down, hands up. You can push through.
It’s never too late but start right now my friend.
You’ll be alright. See, I’m alright.
Don’t give up on your battles.
There’s more to life than its downfalls.
Tomorrow could be the day that you’re glad that you’re awake.
I’m alright!
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5. |
I Wanna Sell Out
03:01
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I wanna sell out but I kinda suck
at writing tunes and my voice is fucked!
I can’t play hot licks, but I want hot chicks.
I was destined for fame and I was born to be rich.
I’d do anything to have it all
Well, I mean anything other than hard work.
I don’t have much talent and I don’t wanna practice.
It’s easier to plagiarise from Top 40 Hits.
Destined for greatness but I’m not great
Playaz gonna play, Haters gonna hate!
Good enough to play 4 chords
So sing along because you’ve heard it before
‘Save the world’ and such romantic bids
Scratch that! Apathy it is.
Not in it for the money
But it’s impossible without
I’ve had my faith and now I have my doubts
Destined for greatness but I’m not great
Playaz gonna play, Haters gonna hate!
Good enough to play 4 chords
So sing along because you’ve heard it before
Time is running out
Too old to be content with just having fun
When the funds run out
The fun is now none
I wanna sellout
I wanna do it right now
Time is running out
Too old to be content with just having fun
When the funds run out
The fun is now none
I wanna sellout
But I don’t know how
All the good songs already exist
Decades of recyclable hits
You’ve heard it before
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6. |
Fall Apart 2
03:50
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Been trying to make this stone bleed for far too long now
How many candles can we burn before they’re all out
And we’re left to ponder why we didn’t try when we could
And we’ll say that we should have given more, took that chance
Made them sing, made them dance…
But the memories are good…
We’ve waited patiently. Let’s get shit done
Before we’re old and our teeth are long
This song means one thing
If you’ve heard it we’ve struck big
So when we’re dead and gone, our souls are in these songs
At 22 Nikola complained that he was far from his dreams
Compared to him I haven’t done a thing
Our hopes get tainted by our fears.
The carni rolls in and I’ve wasted another year
It’s not just bad luck
We’re lazy cunts too
It’s not all unfair
No credit. None due.
We wait patiently. It’s surprisingly fun.
Grow up. Move on. Fuck that. That’s wrong.
This song is a promise to always stay honest
So when we’re dead and gone our souls are in these songs
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7. |
E.H.B.
00:35
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Hey girl, you're a princess
a totes beb, a really special one
Yeah girl you're a standout, a perfect 10
I'm gonna lick your bum!
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8. |
N Word
01:40
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I wanna use the N word but I don't want to be a racist cunt.
I'm sure you've all heard how cool it sounds when said by Biggie and Pac.
I wanna use the N word but I don't wanna sound like a shmuck.
When used to lift people up, not put people down it sounds cool as fuck!
Pop culture has made it a staple in today's vernacular
But years of oppression is a serious matter
Treat all human beings with respect and love
I wish I didn't have to worry about a slip of the tongue
I mean it with positive connotations
I want a hall pass for everyday conversation
I wanna use the N word but I don't want to be a racist cunt
I'm sure you've all heard how cool it sounds when said by Kendrick Lamar
I wanna use the N word but I don't wanna sound like a shmuck
When used to lift people up not put people down it sounds cool as fuck!
Fuck the KKK, fuck the National Front
Fuck every single racist cunt
T.H.U.G.L.I.F.E.
Let's turn that frown upside down, turn the insult into love.
I like to use the N word and I'm telling you I'm not a racist cunt.
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9. |
Ya Dickhead Mate
03:20
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On the nights when inebriation isn’t enough
and everyone else is feeling the buzz
He feels the need to act tough
If he’s not acting tough, he’s talking it up
Chewing the ears of everyone
Chewing his lips off while he’s at it too.
Everyone has one. He’s ya dickhead mate.
On the nights when the majority is having fun
Spirits are high.
Bottles of rum, cartons of beer and casks of wine
She feels the need to have a cry
Attention please! Please look at me!
Spew in her hair, but she swears she’s sober
Everyone knows her
She’s ya dickhead mate
She’s ya dickhead mate
Start of the night I’m feeling fine
On top of the world and looking nice
If anything, I’m most sober.
Hours pass by. Time does fly
Bucky arrives. It’s me in disguise
I recognize the look in their eyes
They’re staring at me. It’s no surprise
You know why. I’m their dickhead mate.
Everyone has been there before
Sure as shit will be there again
Until then, we’re all good friends
We’re all dickhead mates
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10. |
Revolution days
03:52
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As the days go by and the nights pass time
we get dumber as a race I know
But, realise there’s hope in us to find
a solution to the mess we’ve made
Look at the TV screen
Look at your phone, don’t look at me
Spend your money on the shit that you don’t need
I can dance & I know you can
So lets dance for all the people locked inside
Join the rally - this is revolution!
Join the rally - this is happening today!
Look at the money spent on all the policies in place
so that you can work until your 65
but don’t tax the rich man or the fucking 1%
Let me open the door for you!
We know that this cannot sustain
Gold & gasoline and the mess corruption decides…
We know!
Join the rally!
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11. |
Prima Effin Donna
04:53
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We'll keep this up until we're bigger than Yeezus
And sipping red wine at weddings with Jesus
I'mma be rackin lines off Miley's tits
And she’ll be twerkin up on my lips
Kanye storming the stage
Snatch the Grammy from Beyoncé
"This belongs to The Effins"
All the girls be gettin jealous
Katy Perry be like "I kissed Hallsy and I liked it!"
Y'all like us a lot
Y'all want what we've got
Don't dare say that we're not
The biggest babes in punk rock
Illuminati gang signs on all our merch
Labels arguing over who can sign us first
We’ll take you to school
and take you to church
Heaven, Hell, then back to Earth
Bono and Peter garret will be bragging that they got high with us
Y'all like us a lot
Y'all want what we've got
Don't dare say that we're not
The biggest babes in punk rock
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12. |
Song By The Streets
03:31
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I thought about writing this song slow
But it couldn't help but come out fast because it's from the heart and for at least 15 years my hearts been beating do ba do do ba do beats
You couldn't take it anymore
I was too young to understand
You had the biggest record collection that I've ever seen
Now I'm a grown man
And I'm making one of my own and you'll never hear it
Easy to forgive. Impossible to forget.
There's this song that's by The Streets that says that
You left behind me
To remind me of you
I know that it's true
from the things that you did that I do
Coz you left me behind to remind me of you
You gave up on life and
You left your family behind
And forever since that day I've had to convince myself that you didn't really want to die
And now I'm a grown man
And I'd love to be your friend
I think we'd get along just fine
Tell me you'd rather be alive
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13. |
Winning
03:15
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As the sun takes its final bow and we realize we wont see light again
And our host kicks us all out.
No lollie bags, not even a ‘Thanks for coming, a pleasure as always”.
We’ll be oh so glad we made the most of what we had
Savored every second, wasted every blessing
Taught hate to the children
At least there are some that made trillions.
“It’s just a ride… Take all that money we spent on weapons and defense each year and instead spend it feeding, clothing, and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and WE CAN EXPLORE SPACE, TOGETHER, BOTH INNER AND OUTER, forever ... in peace!” – Bill Hicks
It’s lucky we have technology to help us out.
What a fortune to have religion to ease our doubts.
Good thing that we killed everything that we could.
Most importantly;
My footy team won, not the one that I played in, the one that I watched
I made a few bucks on stocks
Gave 10% to ‘God’
I got drunk a lot
My car looked hot
We all get what we want!
We’re winning
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14. |
Who Dafuq?
04:24
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I've heard he's dead. I've heard he's alive. I've heard he taught Shakespeare to write
And Lance Armstrong to ride
People lining up to slap up high fives!
He checked into the hotel Cali with the Eagles
Legend has it that he's the fifth Beatle.
I've been told that he once told Ali to “float like a butterfly and sting like a bee”!
Who the fuck is Matty Effin Morison?
The truth hurts and the lies are true!
Who the fuck is Matty Effin Morison?
The name is familiar like déjà vu!
Word on the street is he once had a dream. When he woke up he told Martin Luther King.
He had this theory that it's the fittest that survive.
I've heard he's dead. I've heard he's alive...
WE ARE GOD!
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