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Burn It Down
03:22
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I say who's lurking in the dark
Show us your scars man
Show me how far
And oh you think you can dance
But when you cut a shape babe
You sliver like a snake
Do you remember who's the first one to ever make you come so hard you felt like your whole world had come undone
When we sin till the sunrise
Who's the first one to ever make you shake like the stuff of legends baby I know you like it deep
But not always from me?
Damn
She use to love me but now she's a junky can't be dragging me down no more
So I will
Burn it down
Build again
With someone else
Who can keep there head
You mess around
On higher ground
Running through heartache baby
Get the fuck out of my house
You know
That I know
That he knows
Theres something here
If you see my baby tell her I've packed up all her stuff
Put it in a big brown box and set it on fire in our backyard
When her darkness wandered I would shower her with love
But my words would rarely work because I was just a mistress to the rock
She use to love me but now she's a junky can't be dragging me down no more
So I will
Burn it down
Build again
With someone else
Who can keep there head
You mess around
On higher ground
Running through heartache baby
Get the fuck out of my house
So I will
Burn it down
Build again
With someone else
Who can keep there head
You mess around
On higher ground
Running through heartache baby
Get the fuck out of my house
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2. |
Jailbound
01:32
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Oh well I'm jail bound and I'm going down
My mama aint stopped crying since the verdicts out
Coz I was drug fucked, pill popping dumb slut
Ohh, that bastard judge and jury showed no mercy for me
I feel, Alone
Yes I feel, Alone
Oh well I'm jail bound and I'm going down
Those crack-spiders be creepin they'll be licking their lips by now
Coz I'm to young and pretty, yes I'm too weak and skinny
Do what Sammy says and stay out of it just sit in my cell and widdle a shiv
I feel, Alone
Yes I feel, Alone
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Heathen & Whores
03:16
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Everything you want to be is easy when its imaginary
Following a prophecy in the hope you'll find your God in the Grave
Preach to stone to death all the sluts and the faggots
If they just got on their knees then baby they could pray to be saved
All of your vices, don't be enticed
The pathway to freedom is living your life locked in a cage
No matter the cut of the cloth it is always corrupt,
Suffocate your conscious, shut your mouth and learn to behave
You've got your preacher
I have my heathens and whores
Out on your doorstep
Howlin' out for more
They always howlin' with me
Fuckin' baboons and banshees
Cultivate your culture
Weed the insanity
The world is a hive and we are insects and ants
Under a petulant child with a magnifying glass
All the corporations ain't even in the A-leagues
Our product is invisible and the profits are all tax free
You've got your preacher
I have my heathens and whores
Out on your doorstep
Howlin' out for more
They always howlin' with me
Fuckin' baboons and banshees
Cultivate your culture
Weed the insanity
Kill your imaginary friends
Kill your imaginary friends
Kill your imaginary friends
Kill your imaginary friends
Kill your imaginary friends
Kill your imaginary friends
Kill your imaginary friends
Kill your imaginary friends
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4. |
So You Got a Job
04:53
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You resisted opportunity to drink and play was always your plan
When you were young you told your mother you were going to play guitar in a band
But now you're getting older and the drinking ain't as fun as before
All those song and all those gigs you thought would soon pay off and open the doors
So you got a job
Now work as hard as you can
So you got a job
Now work as hard as you can
You trade your soul to work in management to maybe get a home of your own
You start to move on up the ladder because you numbers they are setting the tone
You're getting smug you think you're loved you say the girls at work all think you the shit
You got the job, the praise, the balance with some time to spare to start getting fit
But the mornings getting harder and you're questioning is this really it
All your progress takes a turn and all your dreams are just to simply fit in
All your dreaming wasn't noticed but the dreams the fuel thats feeding your soul
without some wishin' its a mission and admission has now taken its toll
So you got a job
Now work as hard as you can
With all your passion gone
All the hatred sinks in
With your white picket fence it just makes no sense
Life is slowly passing you by
So you got a job
Now work as hard as you can
So you got a job
Now work as hard as you can
With all your passion gone
All the hatred sinks in
With your white picket fence it just makes no sense
Life is slowly passing you by
So you got a job
Now work as hard as you can
(inaudible growling)
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The Attention Seekers Melbourne, Australia
1 part Johnny Cash, 1 part Garage Punk. Put together to create one eccentric mess.
The Attention
Seekers are about to launch their sophomore EP ‘Knee’ – still retaining the manic punk/western/folk/pop concoction that makes you scratching your head thinking how does it all work together.
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