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McLembas
03:10
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To ride, shoot straight and speak the truth
Go to work in the morning
Straight to the fucking polling booth
Home in the evening
Drink beer, my fountain of youth
Hell or high culture
I listen to punk
I'm a social vulture
Martyr complex crippling me
I'm never leaving my factory
Fight the righteous fight like a canary
I will die for your sins
All singing, all dancing crap of the world
Still in shackles
Together we burn
Destroying art won't fix this barren womb
Do you think that you’re good and true?
Just walk it off
Hear violins playing just for you?
Walk it off
Refrain from luxury
Drink it off (smoke it off)
Drive a tesla to the factory
Walk it off
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2. |
Bug Out Bag
03:49
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Science, don’t you fail us now
Nothing burns brighter than books
In the middle of the city?
Some might say it's a bad look
Can we please not Mad Max
And think a little bit?
But why?
I don't need to get you
All I need is the truth
Do you really wanna do this?
It's gonna be a ruse
Science, won’t you save me now?
I burn everything in view
Oh yeah
I am the fire
I need to let loose
This is not my first rodeo
I've burnt all kinds of stuff before
Electric cars with gasoline
Credit cards with kerosene
The flames will lick us clean
Wash away the ugliness
In the middle of the city
Gonna leave a skeletal mess
In the middle of the city
I burn everything in view
Oh yeah
I am the fire
Always burning true
So true
I’m always lit
I’m gonna burn you
I’m lit
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3. |
Campfire Chemist
04:25
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There’s an itch in her soul
That she can’t quite scratch
Now she’s out of control
Cooking up a new batch
Noxious fumes sets her face on fire
Even death can’t take her higher
Dressed in perspiration
Shaking like a wet retriever
Straight up jubilation
No one is gonna believe her
A neon ooze accents the moonlight
And for a moment the world seems all right
Just enjoy the ride tonight
How much dope is dope enough
To keep the skies afloat?
I wanna know
How much smoke is smoke enough
To hide the leaky lifeboat?
I wanna know
Yeah, I wanna know
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4. |
Bachelor of Puppets
03:18
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Tonight, I’m gonna get plastered
Wipe the shit out of my third eye
Become a full-blown disaster
A street urchin
A chemical tardigrade
Zero sum game
Always well played
Breakfast up the nose
Just a trivial dose
Beaujolais, chips and cheat codes
Tonight, I’m gonna master
Forbidden geometry
Ritual misery
The bourgeois wouldn’t get me
No gods, just bastards
This is the way
It tasted like a vat of acid
From the moment it was lit
This beryllium-laced bong rip
Will send me on a final trip
This is the way
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5. |
Keep it R'lyeh
02:55
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There’s two ways out of this pigsty
So turn that noose into a neck tie
Aim high, don’t be small fry
Who cares how many others die?
You must not be heard or seen
Moonlighting as a human being
Carve a throne from your obscene dream
And rule the Anthropocene supreme
I don’t know, but I’ve been told
The road to hell is paved with gold
I don’t know, but I have heard
That those who do not build shall burn
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6. |
D-Beatles
02:45
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Don’t Gimme Shelter
Give me Helter Skelter
A bonafide Fucking face melter
An initial spark
A high-water mark
Who are The Stones
But an obsolete blues harp?
D-Beatles
I’d rather listen to
D-Beatles
What would we do without you?
Where would we be at all?
Keep it loud
And keep it dirty
The wildest shit
Since the thirties
When Mr. Johnson
Sold his soul
Paved the way
For Sabbath’s mountains of blow
What would we do without you?
Where would we be at all?
D-Beatles
I’d rather listen to
D-Beatles
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Illiterati
03:38
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You can sink to the bottom
Or you can float to the top
Well, treading water in the middle
Is the best option we go
Mistaking movement for progress
In search for plastic zen
An infinte regress
Run the simulation again
Now we’re all preaching to the choir
How to put out this dumpster fire?
Don’t run it again
I’m not a ghost in a shell
I’m just a one
A zero
None
1-0-none
Now we’re all preaching to the choir
How to put out this dumpster fire?
Let’s put out this dumpster fire
Just because you read
Well, it doesn’t make you well-read
A steady diet of binaries
On a screen-lit deathbed
Now we’re all preaching to the choir
How to put out this dumpster fire?
Now the situation looks dire
How to put out this dumpster fire?
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8. |
Blackout Yoga
02:24
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I don't wanna go to sleep
One more shot, last show
Køddtrekk, what the fuck
Had enough?
Guess I could talk to someone
Yeah, I should talk to someone
Instead I'm wrong
Lights out
Light it up
No sleep
Brain won't stop
Fucking tired
There’s nothing to eat
Smokes let's go
Can't deplete
A true scientist
Always find a speck of light
A drinking buddy in the night
Hella way to live a life
Lights out
Light it up
No sleep
I don't sleep
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9. |
Squat Walker
03:26
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They say that there’s nothing to save here
But they’re wrong
Stop looking for reasons to quit
And find ones to go on
They can’t ignore us forever
So make a sound if you’re still alive
I can be a part of progress
A noxious brute
Suit up to stay alive
Rotten to the root
I’ll pull you under too
Wake up and smell the coffin
The nails are still loose
We should be singing songs of joy
But instead we sing the blue
Tell me who guards the guardians?
On repeat like a broken forty-five
You can be a part of progress
A noxious brute
Suit up to stay alive
Rotten to the root
I’ll pull you under too
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All cloak and dagger
They’re in the walls again
Now paranoia
Is my only friend
The rats have moved out
The fear has moved in
There’s no coming back
From where I’ve been
Just a washed-out shadow of a man
Die by my hand
Make these bastards understand
You’re my Vietnam
Already born
When the first bombs fell
Already dead
When they poisoned the well
To hell with these spinner of words
Destroyer of worlds
No reveille
Will wake the sleeping herds
I found a foxhole in my skull
It’s where all the light leaks out
Not post-human, but compost
A host for every single worm about
Just a washed-out shadow of a man
Die by my hand
Make these bastards understand
You’re my Vietnam
All cloak and dagger
They’re in the walls again
Now paranoia’s
My only friend
The rats have moved out
The fear has moved in
The rats have moved out
The fear has moved in
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11. |
Dung Lung
04:06
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This little piggy pushed junk
To jumpstart a career
All ‘em piggy's shitty
Always right in their own mind
Took a while to see
I’ve been so blind
Heaping the blame on drugs you gladly took
While we still hooked
I ain't shook you halfway crooks
Cooking the books
Liars and thieves
Hell is where your heart is
(When) your vision comes to fashion again
I'll come and visit your viper’s den
‘Cus this machine kills
Rednecks with morals from hell (Hillbilly's)
Cut us deep
Sisters of no mercy
Deserve dung lung sleep
I heard them bitches speak about a
"Fat fuck who married the wrong chick"
Ain't even your own brother's keep
You gaping dicks
You always wanted a song
Well, now you’ve got one
At far din ble ganna
Ka faen tror du d kommer av?
I’m done
Thirteen years
God damn
I’m gone
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