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Hoots
05:39
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Help me understand the problems you’re facing, never caught the tail you were chasing
We can double up and double our chances, yeah – with feeling!
Maybe there’s a group for victims of torture, sit around, discuss the horror,
You can look away or you can move closer, yeah – let’s hear you
Sing, for your supper, for your troubles, for your life – take it by the throat
Now, will you listen, will you give in, to the truth – taking off the mask
I’m not taking off the mask, I’m not living in the past, I’m not polishing the brass, I’m not drinking from the glass,
Go now, make your voices loud, step out from the angry crowd, right now I couldn’t be more proud, I’m not taking off the shroud
Talk me through the plan including the detail, see the world by hanging on coattails
Gonna make a mark by making a copy yeah – no secrets!
No one’s gonna pay for what they can get free, low fruit hanging on the pear tree
Trade in those guitars for shovels and dig a ditch – no future!
Here, lies your future, in the sewer, in the dark, running underground
You, with your vision, with your pictures, with your heart, - taking off the mask
One thing, before the day runs out, stock up, prepare yourself for drought
March on, toward the distant spring, old hope, you carry in a sling
These days, defined by endless grind, all those confessions left unsigned
I'm not taking off the mask, I'm not taking off the mask
I never paid for those mistakes
I didn’t need to draw my blade
I never thought those thoughts would fade
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Say That Again
04:11
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I’ve ruined this time today, I got nowhere left to go,
I’m not so easy hired, these days I’m being let go
Go on say that again pal, I’m listening, it’s sickening
Help now, give me a hand pal, cause I’m moving it, and I’m losing it
Fall back, look at the back pal, they’re doing it, we’re losing it
Up top, top of the hill pal, they’re burning it, they’re learning it
I’ve made mistakes, from door to door
Their argument has no bedrock, I’m cutting out all the deadlock
Say that again, I’ll double my fee, your alibi without witness,
Give in, give in, given, given
I heard this guy today, he said God protects the brave
I said such big results are measured from grave to grave
I saw this sign today, it said ‘No signs are allowed’
For such a useless drip, your parents must be proud
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Bumpkin
03:33
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I’m not like the people round here, they’re walking on webbed toes
The gene pool dried up round here, the evolution froze
Swivel-eyes are watching me, cause I’m not like them,
They don’t like bright lights round here, they can’t count to ten
I’ve gotta run, I’ve gotta get out of here, I gotta find the new folks who are open minded
They chased away the good ideas round here, attacking reason is the fight that gets these simple folks united
There is no conversation on the streets, there’s just the reek of ignorance from the prejudiced obstructions
There’s got to be somewhere some life on this Earth, I gotta leave this place today each day I pray for an abduction
And last night they knocked at my door, they were high on the beans
For too long I’ve lived round here, I need to quit this scene
They didn’t have much to say last night, they didn’t make much sense
They don’t like bright lights round here, they can’t count to ten
Anyway, step up then look away
Set up, and let’s play maybe we
Separate, hold on I’ll try again
Tell me your name again, what can you recommend
Signed with a borrowed pen, reaching the very end
Of the road you’re taking a bullet for a team you were told
That they don’t care if you rise or fall but you feel big with that weight in your paw, oh yeah
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Slip Groat
04:16
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So long my sweet, we had a good run, squashed those elites with a metric ton
We’ll toast the Earth a million miles away, where we observe (I’m sure we heard?) a very slight delay
So long my sweet it’s time I leave, I’ll call you when I’m there
I’m walking out with my hands up my hands up in-the-air-with-no-intention
This danger, on paper, undersigned by allies of the evil empire
These changes, on pages, overseen by masters of the friendly fire
Those pledges, dual edges, carving out the lines across an oily desert
Those borders, dark corners, they’ll be sure to suffocate your every effort
Don’t wake the kids until they’re ready, learning the steps until they’re steady
Your stone embrace with no affection, in those mistakes you’ll find perfection
Don’t tell the kids about my troubles while I’m in repair
I’m walking out with my hands up my hands up in-the-air-with-no-intention
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Grimace
04:24
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I’m not happy with the service today, I think I’d like to make a complaint
An excuse to broadcast my views, a servant that I need to abuse
I’ve been working each of the week, I’ve paid for an expensive seat
I’ll be sat here judging your show, I’ll tell you how it’s gonna go
We are the audience, we pay your wages
We’ll give a bad review, if you don’t fill us with cheer
We’re offended, by poor performance, we are protected by,
Infancy and terrible beards
History doesn’t really exist, nothing that I’m likely to miss
And They mention me in the news, my channel got another few views
I’ve been swinging from mean to mad, never wanted something so bad
In the end we reap what we sow , I’ll tell you how it’s gonna go
How many more years? Till the hive disappears
Selling up, while you’re conscious, getting out while you can
I’ve been working on an exit plan, something that you’ll understand
When the time is right then you’ll know, I’ll tell you how it’s gonna go
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Minkerton
02:32
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Dear doctor my ship’s sinking, I can’t change my way of thinking
I was on an even keel now I’m stuck inside a hamster wheel
And the world is full of fools of which I’m one
And the war was never won
Dear doctor, I’ve been patient, tell me why I feel so ancient
Each morning is a curse; each day I feel a little worse
And I worry that I worry too much
And I’m feeling so out of touch
I’m not looking for a miracle cure
I just want a frame of mind that’s pure
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Port Valour
04:02
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I need to clear the deck, of all the burning dreck, there’s guests coming round, to sleep on the ground
Tonight the stakes are raised, and past mistakes erased, the horror beneath, stares up at the wreath
If you want results, then you’ve got to…
Tame that beast that preys on prayer
Those seeds of doubt need clearing out
We’ll navigate by stars, and mark the land in yards
A place in the queue, that never seems to move
I’m glad I had the chance, to see the line advance
They’ve closed up the wounds, the battle resumes
Set the world to rights, over several nights
Setting up the guides, don’t travel alone
Don’t pick up the stone, let go of the straws
Pause for the applause, walking on your hands
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Mustard Hop
03:17
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I’m in line with the wretched condemned, at the gates of a hellish inferno
I’m accused of a terrible thing, earned a place in a torturous limbo
Had I risked everything to the hilt, a full commitment to grim behaviour
I’d be welcomed to the palace of pain, brush my teeth with a rusty razor
I was foolish to think you’d let me join your club of demons
I tried so hard to live a life of sin, not pure and decent
I played it safe, I’ve got myself to blame, another weed in the feral grasses
I’ve been returned to the realm of the dear, a life of hell among the witless masses
Waving you down, going to town
Stifling heat, pleasure to meet
Hitching a ride, cross the divide
Heading back home, paying the loan
Making a deal, steering the wheel,
Eyes on the road, paying what’s owed
Clearing your feet, back on the street
Watching your back, cover your track
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Knitting Nancy
03:41
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I was hopeful for a new proposal, you were kneeling looking unappealing
Leave a token of appreciation, show a gesture of your admiration
These forms are making all of us ill, we're filling out another form to get another form to fill
These rules will be the death of us all, we're gonna need a knitting nancy if we want a voodoo doll
Stick another pin in the crisis, stick another pin in the pie, stick in another pin in the privates, stick another pig in the sty
They were saying you were overpaying, it’s an error for the big spender
Early dining, served with silver lining, they were reeling from the debt ceiling
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Fracker
03:30
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Go ahead, go ahead and cast your vote, I don’t mind if I’m left without a choice
Sell it all, sell it off, do as you please, carve it up, wrap it up, claim every voice
Living with consequence of poor results, you decide on the side the penny falls
Far away from the fray, you make your mind, hide yourself, ducking out behind those walls
I don’t think those mindless beasts should, be allowed to go outside
What’s the use in building bridges if, you can’t reach the other side?
The tyranny of mass hysteria, rocking on a broken chair
What’s the use in waking minds up if, no one seems to really care
In the end, in the they pretend to give you choice, every week, more deceit is what they give
Take a look at the state the state is in, who can pay for the way they want to live?
You were taught to despise the foreigner (aliens?), a quick route to the root of all your ills
Will you learn from mistakes made in the past, will you breathe on the land without those gills?
I’ll choose my answer slowly, I’ll take my time with this
A token plastic trophy, a judgement based on risk
The benefits are endless, those fields of gold do shine/are mine
We promise nothing reckless, we’ll toast/save the summer wine
I’ve got another reason
It sounds so unappealing
I’ve got a burning question
It’s such a bad impression
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