1. |
The Telephone Man
04:56
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I’m the telephone man
I can’t understand
The things you’re doing to me
Sh-sh-sh shaking my confidence daily
I can’t leave you alone
What might you do when I’m not home?
I’m the telephone man
Which man? How could you?
I’ll defy you and deny you
Can’t believe a word you said
While devils leave their stains
Inside our marital bed
So I weave myself inside you
Surrender myself to you
I’m the telephone man
A fake, forsake, remade make man
Friends aren’t what they’re supposed to be
Can’t be had for love or money
It’s my plan deceived me
I hate you, believe me
Shall we sit and watch TV
While I question you again
Shall we get screwed up on drugs
Where dya put them? - how corrupt
It’s stupid, it’s madness
This weeping in shackles
Its far behind passion
In thought, in action
In jolty re-reeling of yesterday’s worth
And I never forget how
You always let me down
Where nothing’s ever at
Maybe just seems like that
If I terrify you, it’s all because of you
If I ever hurt you
It’s all because of you
If I ever fail you
It’s all because of you
Kneel baby, thats good
That’s real good
Kneel baby, I forgive
Kneel, kneel
Work, crawl
Rub you in it all
I'll never forget how
You always let me down
Where nothing's ever at
or maybe just seems like that?
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2. |
Born Without A Purpose
04:04
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Born without a purpose
In a world without style
I spent a pretty penny
And walked a crooked mile
Too dark for the blacks
Too strange for the queers
So what the fuck
Are you doing here?
Put your hands up
You bunch of fuckups
Your visible life signs
Barely show up
Your dodgy storylines
Never showed up
Running out of reasons
To exist at all
Running out of seasons
To exist no more
Degenerating reason
Disintegrating laws
Put your hands up
You bunch of sad cunts
Without a purpose
Without a clue
Without a purpose
What else could I do?
Born without a purpose
In a world without sin
A more successful failure
There has never been
The walls are too small
The floors are too thin
The climate conspires
To do you in
Born without a purpose
Or a reason, or a clue
You couldn’t make it stranger
So what else could I do?
Born without a remit
In a senile fucked up scheme
A sleepwalking abortion
In a post pandemic dream
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3. |
Kill Your Darlings
04:05
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We made you
Betrayed you
Fucked up
And then mislaid you
In here now
It’s clear how
It ends
sometime around here
Heartacres, Ballbreakers
Homemakers, Kill your darlings
Split hair triggers
Lowlife liggers
Klu Klux niggers
Kill your darlings
They fill you
Instil in you
The triumph of their will
Drive nowhere
Through thin air
Work, shop, school
And back again
The rat race
Fills blank space
The boot forever
Stamping your face
The war on you morons
Terror drugs maim your children
They serve you
Unnerve you
You get the cunts
That deserve you
They pay you
Enslave you
Bribe and then
Disembrain you
Dogwalkers, Celebrity stalkers
Credit default hawkers
Kill your Darlings
Self haters, collaborators
Your fate just ate us
Fill your darlings
Who cares about it
Unfair you shout it
Don’t laugh about
Go mad about it
Be sad about it
Kill your darlings
Insaners, ingrainers
This band mere entertainers
Kill your darlings…
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4. |
Incitement To Arsonate
02:48
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Die on your feet
Live on your knees
Repeat yourself endlessly
Look out the window with me
What kind of life
What kind of life do you lead
Just another cog
In this great society
The Olympian dream
Of a pygmy imagination
Fucked up the ass
Of this disunited nation
What kind of life?
What kind of life for me
Shopping city dreams
And futile future families
Mere minions of this idiocracy
QE2 a living corpse decrees
Head prefects rule
And you are the fags to please
Divide and rule
Wank with your property
What kind of times are these
Your houses are tombs
Your life is diseased
Fight back
Burn it down
Don’t just occupy
Object, subject
Self medication
Keeps you down
Dulls the Imagination
What kind of lies are these
Die on your feet
Live on your knees
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5. |
Profits of Old
03:28
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Seeing not believing
Or being there at all
I have no sense of feeling
Uncertainty is all
The aftertaste was bitter
The memory sublime
Like I met you once before
In some god forsaken dive
Last chance in the previous next life
Last chance for the prophets and exiles
Last chance for the wise and the puerile
If this is life, did you get what you came for?
If this is time, get it over with quickly,
The race is fucked & The planet is sickly
If this is life, did you vote for it really?
If it turns out shite, just swallow it meekly
Last chance for the fuckwits and retards
Last chance for the peasants and no marks
Last chance in this ultimate fake life
Last chance to end this strife
The life you waste
And the lies you made up
Looped flashbacks of the faces you fucked
Blessed unbelievers
With their idols made of clay
Long before I met you
I never knew your name
We were never lovers
We never played that game
To avoid having to lose you
I lost you all the same
I have a hot ass so they say
Narcissistic pessimism helps me through the day
Last chance, the planet is on fire
Last times in this tedious empire
Last chance for the clueless and senile
If this is life, did you get what you came for?
If this is time, get it over with quickly,
The race is fucked & The planet is sickly
If this is life, did you vote for it really?
If it turns out shite, just swallow it meekly
Last chance for the fuckwits and retards
Last chance for the peasants and no marks
Last chance to surf this mess
Keep keeping on The struggle is endless
Lost in procrastination
All I do is wait
Narcissistic pessimism is the only way
Throw open the asylums
Hear the madmen say
Narcissistic pessimism is the only way
In quaint suburban ghettoes
Plastic gangsters play:
Narcissistic pessimism each and every day
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6. |
Hangin' With The T-Girls
03:23
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We’re your chicks with dicks
Your cocks in frocks
I’m your T-girl, me girl?
A fox that shocks
I’m your go to, never say no to
Good time bad time girl
After dark, you might find me
Hanging with the T-Girls
When your wife says no
And it feels like sin
She won’t let you in
The place the tradesmen have been
When love lies limp
Who needs a pimp
C’mon and slip one to the T-Girls
Love us, laugh at us
Analyze, discuss
Showbiz, surface
The packaging, you love it
You can’t see beneath the surface
The contempt behind our smiles
When love lies limp
C’mon and hang out with the T- Girls
I’m you bit part, fit tart
My menu is a la carte
Feast your eyes on me
Abuse my body, You won’t touch me
After dark, you might find me
Hangin’ with the T-Girls
You closet tranny fuckers
Just wanna hit the town
And hang out with the T-Girls
So come down and worship us
When you can’t get it from the real girls
Or face up to the real world
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7. |
So Long, Shadowman
05:15
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I am all that glitters
You prefer bullshitters
Conformists, yes men, clones
To decorate your comfort zone
So long Shadow Man
I don’t think I can
Live like other men’s
Half lives in this shadowland
Here I dream of new extremes
Out of time it seems
So long Sad Old Man
I don’t think I can
Live lives like other men’s
Half lives in this shattered land
So long, can’t go, won’t go…must go on…
One footstep, another last breath…
Been alone so long
Stranded in my own mess
So long sad old man
I don’t think I can
Tell lies like other men
So long shadowland.
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