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intro
01:52
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FIGHT, FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE
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2. |
feet as brakes
04:00
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feet as brakes
my body aches, i'm sore, i'm sure
i'm losing my way
crease lines where i need to go
sun's in my eyes
no lines on the road
ma, i've grown my hair all out
the salt collects all in it now
my eyelids turned, inside out
but all i see is your let down
dust cloud swarms around my throat
i'm blind, i'm burnt
breathe into my lungs
black tree ash, i'm riding past
grew up too fast
why'd you leave me for the sea
ma, i've grown my nails all out
they get the dirt caught in them now
my feet they got, all worn out
but all i see is your let down
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3. |
boring
01:38
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4. |
king hit
02:14
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life is a bum and i am the hole
this shit is passing through me
and a crack is my whole world
life is a shit and i am the bowl
the flush is out of order and the shit
is piling on
life is a king hit
gets you when you least expect it
kicks you when you're on the ground
bangs your head into the pavement
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5. |
old bird
03:25
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where did the old bird go to die
where did the old bird go to die
i've been to the sea i've looked to the sky
oh, where did the old bird go to die
hag, spinster, slag, saggy bag
that'll rustle away with the wind
cry now, lie down
where are the people who had your back
your skin, paper thin
fly on wicked witch
where did the old bird go to die
where did the old bird go to die
i've seen her and her eyes were wise
oh where did the old bird go to die
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6. |
truckers hitch
02:44
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i'll stay awake till it gets light,
i'll drive your head all through the night
you don't know my history
you'll never know where i have been
we'll talk some shit about your wife
yeah you miss her, yeah that's nice
i'd rather sleep out, it's not cold,
it must get lonely on the road
don't tell me i could disappear
i know that i should live in fear
of everything in all the world
just coz i was born a girl
but i know that i am enough
this world is ours and we are tuff
I DON'T WANNA DIE
I DON'T WANNA DIE
I DON'T WANNA DIE
AT THE HANDS OF A MULLET
i look like i don't have a cock
that don't mean i cant fuck you up
slide my hands into my pants, grab my knife and steal yr truck
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7. |
dirty spoon
03:06
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i am growing in aggression towards all of my possessions
and i'm feeling, agitated in regards to education
i have always been aware, of this system that we live in
but today, it's it me harder than tsunamis hit the beaches
if you watch an episode of this series of your life
would you cry, if you saw you're watching tv every night
feeling feelings for the victims in a show thats based on fiction
with unrealistic depictions and no admirable convictions
if tv don't tickle your fancy, there's plenty of other addcitions handy
buy some stuff or snort some stuff
until distractions just aren't enough
buy a phone you won't need friends
they're all out there spinning interwebs
work all day
till you get paid
then go and piss it down the drain
my mum always told me to finish my food
but i don't want my freedom fed to me on a dirty spoon
i found the answers to my dark labrinyth that sits within
the worst thing isn't inside where this begins
we're branded on our arses from such an early age
and we're born into a world
in which everyone's a slave
and the teachers lock us up
to the confinements of a cage
and then they swallow down the key
and then they tell us to behave
my mum always told me to finish my food
but i don't want my freedom fed to me
on a dirty spoon
i saw a selfish boy take up two seats on the bus
but the bus was overflowing, full of people standing up
and i wanted to correct this, i wanted to shout
but conformity was sworn to me
and i couldn't move my mouth
we;re not all alone, that's what they wnt you to believe
if we spread the eggs around
if we help to plant the seed
if we don't see everything as our own property
then we might have a fucking chance to actually be free
my mum always told me to finish my food, but i don't want my freedom fed to me on a dirty spoon
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8. |
fuk u u fuks
03:13
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today my boss she told me
that i walk too loud, i smell too fucking bad
and my head's in the clouds
she said, put on a bra
my clothes i should fold
i said well fuck you you fuck i won't do what i'm told
now i ain't got a job, so i;ll plan my escape
from the sould sucking city
and the looming skyscrapes
from the asshole who tell me
my legs should be shaved
that my hair should be did
or else i won't get paid
i said, well fuck you you fuck i won't do what i'm told
fuck you you fuck i won't do what i'm told
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why do I keep coming back here
to patches of grass and dirt in my teeth
I crawled out of you and onto my knees
Crawled out of the hills and into the streets
Crawled out of the shallows and into the deep
I lost my voice when I lost my feet
If only you had the tounge to speak
You walked into an empty room
You filled it up, you spoke to soon
I sat with you till skies went red
Your brain and tounge just only met
Why do I keep coming back here
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10. |
grounded
02:20
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sometimes when i feel my body is out of control
or when i think that my head is about to just explode
i lie down on the earth and hope that it will be okay
i breathe into my lungs and know that it will go away
and sometimes when i feel like my heart will come out my chest
my insides and my outsides all get tight and hurt and stressed
i try and think of all the things i like about my life
instead of all the silly things that sometimes cause me strife
lying horizontal in the dirt brings me to earth
lying horizontal in the dirt brings me to earth
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