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I got memories of tomorrow
Obscured by the past
Eyes of constant sorrow
These tears will not last
I feel acceleration
As I join in the celebration
‘Cause I feel, I feel alright
Cause I feel, I feel alright
A blind deer in the headlights
Never ever panics
I’m staring at the sunlight
I thought it was romantic
I feel acceleration
As I join in the celebration
‘Cause I feel, I feel alright
Cause I feel, I feel alright
A victim of my yesterdays
Looking for a future
In a constant haze
My heart’s coming through the suture
I feel acceleration
As I join in the celebration
I feel acceleration
As I join in the celebration
I join in the celebration
I join in the celebration
I join in the celebration
I join in the celebration
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Give me a cigarette ,and a blindfold
Although I never smoke
Another shot of whiskey please
To kill my disease
Another spliff as a parting gift
It’s time for me to drift
There’s no point in being dull
Upon the razor’s edge
Give me a cigarette ,and a blindfold
Although I never smoke
Give me a cigarette ,and a blindfold
We can act like it’s all a joke
Give me a shot to numb this pain
To watch the world go insane
Vampires on a jugular vein
Taking the last thing they can drain
Someone else has just been slain
No one can explain
Sometimes it feels all in vain
I can no longer be restrained
Give me a cigarette ,and a blindfold
Although I never smoke
Give me a cigarette ,and a blindfold
We can act like it’s all a joke
Give me a cigarette ,and a blindfold
Although I never smoke
Give me a cigarette ,and a blindfold
We can act like it’s all a joke
Give me a cigarette ,and a blindfold
Although I never smoke
Give me a brick and some gasoline
My picture in a magazine
Another shot of whiskey please
To kill my disease
Give me a day on a beach
I just need to relax
Give me a cigarette ,and a blindfold
Although I never smoke
Give me a cigarette ,and a blindfold
I can’t breathe when I choke
Dammi una sigaretta e una benda.
Sono stufo di questi fascisti.
Dammi una sigaretta e una benda.
Perché non vaffanculo.
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3. |
The madness is upon us
03:43
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The future of nostalgia is looking pretty bleak
The struggles that we make to get us through this week
The Crime and punishment
And the punishments a crime
The clock upon the wall rips away the time
I’m pretty sure it’s madness
Of course it’s fucking madness
I’m pretty sure it’s madness in my mind
Yes it’s fucking madness
the future of nostalgia is looking pretty bleak
The struggles that we make to get us through this week
Crime and punishment
And the punishments a crime
The clock upon the wall rips away the time
I’m pretty sure it’s madnes
Yes sir no sir
Yes sir no sir
Yes sir no sir
Yes sir no sir
Yes sir no sir
Yes sir no sir
The clock upon the wall rips away the time
The clock upon the wall rips away my mind
The madness is upon us
The madness is upon us
The madness is upon us
The madness is upon us
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4. |
The wasteland
02:53
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Wasteland , where children play
Wasteland , where mothers pine away
Wasteland , where the profits are made
Wasteland , where the bodies are laid
Wasteland
Wasteland ,where children play
Wasteland ,where mothers pine away
Wasteland ,where the profits are made
Wasteland , where the bodies are laid
Wasteland
We will
Stand and fight
We will
Stand and fight
We will
Stand and fight
We will
Stand and fight
Through concrete jungles and urban forest
Voices lift up in an angry chorus
The blind children have their parents eyes
Another generation, hypnotized
They are the men who steal the smiles
Throw broken bodies upon the piles
Have you seen the mirrors that you have broken?
And all the children you have woken?
We will
Stand and fight
We will
Stand and fight
We will
Stand and fight
We will
Stand and fight
The spinelesss worms and the maggots
Crawl out from the shit of America’s consciousness
How can you be woke when you’re already dead
Mouthing words that others have said
They are the men who steal the smiles
Throw broken bodies upon the piles
Have you seen the mirrors that you have broken?
And all the children you have woken?
We will
Stand and fight
We will
Stand and fight
We will
Stand and fight
We will
Stand and fight
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A wasted man
in a waistcoat
Wasting away
His wasted life
Worried about the future,
While dwelling on the past,
Not living today
Just wasting
And the leper asked me
to hold his hand
said he’d be back for it later
But he moved to Japan
And the wasted man
In a waistcoat
was on the fence
About building a wall
And a wasted man
in a waistcoat
clings to a past
that he’s already killed
As his nuclear family
Starts to explode
He says the sky’s not blue
It suffers from depression
And the wasted is wasting away into exponential decay
Shot at close range, while waiting for his change, his killer’s face is out of range
And the wasted man is outta his head clinging to a pass that’s already dead
I can still hear the noise in his head
And I was getting things straight
from the contortionist
Who drew a straight line
During the earthquake
She bakes the loaf
Just to earn the money
To buy a slice of bread
While her boss eats cake
The wasted man
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6. |
Hey Margherita!
03:24
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Hey Margherita
You’re like a pizza
‘Cause your so cheesy
And Oh so sleazy
I wanna eat you
My Margherita
Yeah Margherita
I met you in Madera
You were wearing cheap mascara
You were lying on the beach
You were oh so out of reach
But I’m still awoke
cause I did all your coke
And you know that I am broke
playing in a rock roll band
Hey Margherita
You’re like a cocktail
Intoxicate me
And masturbate me
Hope you don’t hate me
My Margherita
My Margherita
I met you in Madera
You were wearing cheap mascara
You were lying on the beach
You were oh so out of reach
But I’m still awoke
cause I did all your coke
And you know that I am broke
playing in a rock roll band
I met you in Madera
You were wearing cheap mascara
You were lying on the beach
You were just out of reach
I’m still awoke
because I did all your coke
And you know that I am broke
Because I play in a rock n roll band
Hey Margherita
You’re like a pizza
‘Cause your so cheesy
And Oh so sleazy
I wanna eat you
Hey Margherita
My Margherita
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7. |
Cops
01:38
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Blood on the streets of America
A Civil War replica
Clouds of teargas passed me by
Helicopters in the sky
Fuck you all , you fucking cops
She was going to the store
Got knocked to the ground and called a whore
He got kicked in the nuts
A rubber bullet to his guts
Fuck you all , you fucking cops
Fuck you all , you fucking cops
Fuck you all , you fucking cops
Blood on the streets of America
another Civil War replica
Clouds of teargas passed me by
helicopters in the sky
Fuck you all , you fucking cops
She was going to the grocery store
Got hit on the head and called a whore
A rubber bullet to his guts
Another one got kicked in the nuts
Fuck you all , you fucking cops
Fuck you all , you fucking cops
Fuck you all , you fucking cops
Fuck you all , you fucking cops
FUCK YOU!
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8. |
Candy for breakfast
02:12
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I hate you
you know i want to
Wanna leave you
You know I ought to
Your name’s my
only bad tattoo
Don’t miss you
Although I still do
Out of my head, out of my mind
Looking for all the trouble I could find
I came here for the art and revolution
I stayed here for the drugs
give me candy
candy for breakfast
give me candy
candy for breakfast
give me candy
candy for breakfast
give me candy
candy for breakfast
Out of my head, out of my mind
Looking for all the trouble I could find
I came here for the art and revolution
I stayed here for the drugs
I hate you
you know i want to
Wanna leave you
You know I ought to
Your name’s my
only bad tattoo
Don’t miss you
Although I still do
Out of my head, out of my mind
Looking for all the trouble I could find
I came here for the art and revolution
I stayed here for the drugs
give me candy
candy for breakfast
give me candy
candy for breakfast
give me candy
candy for breakfast
give me candy
candy for breakfast
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I’m so fucked up over all of this
I’m so fucked up over all of that
I’m so fucked up over all of this
I’m so fucked up I’m feeling bliss
I’m so fucked up over all of this
I’m so fucked up over all of that
I’m so fucked up over all of this
I’m so fucked up I’m feeling bliss
I’m so fucking fucked up I don’t give a fuck
Who can give a fuck when you’re so fucking fucked up
I’m so fucking fucked up I don’t give a fuck
Who can give a fuck when you’re so fucking fucked up
I’m so fucked up over all of this
I’m so fucked up over all of that
I’m so fucked up over all of this
I’m so fucked up I’m feeling bliss
I’m so fucked up over all of this
I’m so fucked up over all of that
I’m so fucked up over all of this
I’m so fucked up I’m feeling bliss
I’m so fucking fucked up I don’t give a fuck
Who can give a fuck when you’re so fucking fucked up
I’m so fucking fucked up I don’t give a fuck
Who can give a fuck when you’re so fucking fucked up
Fucked up over my circumstances
And I’m fucked up over previous romances
Fucked up over the loss of friends
Fucked up wondering when it will ever end
Fucked up over my circumstances
And I’m fucked up over previous romances
Fucked up over the loss of friends
Fucked up wondering when it will ever end
I’m so fucking fucked up I don’t give a fuck
Who can give a fuck when you’re so fucking fucked up
I’m so fucking fucked up I no longer give a fuck
Why should a fuck?
And fuck you
And fuck you
And fuck you
And you too
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10. |
Memories
02:58
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I’ve become so fucking bitter
Don’t think I would reconsider
A cast of doubt I am without
Every move is well thought out
And the world is falling apart
Memories seem to break my heart
I’m not happy enough for pain
They hate the cops and support the pigs
Cheap liquor and even cheaper cigs
Don’t follow leaders you’ll get lost in their glory
Your names omitted names from the story
And the world is falling apart
Memories seem to break my heart
I’m not happy enough for pain
And the world is falling apart
Memories seem to break my heart
I’m not happy enough for pain
And How many times have I said thank you
When All those times I want to say was fuck you
And I feel just like a fish out of the water
Who can not breathe through the stench of slaughter
And the world is falling apart
Memories seem to break my heart
I’m not happy enough for pain
Take your knee from my fucking neck
take your boot from my face
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442 music Detroit, Michigan
442 Music is the label for the band Detroit 442 and various Detroit punk compilations.
Detroit 442, musically described as a cross of The Dead Boys, Hugo Ball, The Damned, Maneki Neko,and a broken amp.
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