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Greenface
03:08
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You couldn’t own anymore
You say you care about all things worth fighting for
And you want us all to know
How much you need us all to help you fight your cause
“Dig deep in your pockets find cash to help us save the world “
You want us to help you when we can’t even help ourselves
I know intentions are good
We appreciate here what you are trying to do
One thing you’ve not understood
Is that you can do way more than all of us ever could
We’re trying to get by
With the little they give us
The little we give up’s more
than we can be giving
The things that we go by
Just to make a living
In the places we live in
Now
You want our money to help YOU deal with your disgrace
You want to be a hero, but it’s all for your ego
You’ll look in the mirror happy as you see your greenface
You give up some of your time
While other people have to give up that and more
And I feel all this is a sign
Of who in the world is really giving their dollars and dimes
We’re trying to get by
With the little they give us
The little we give up’s
more than we can be giving
The things that we go by
Just to make a living
In the places we live in
Now
You want our money to help YOU deal with your disgrace
You want to be a hero, but it’s all for your ego
You’ll look in the mirror happy as you see your greenface
You’ll look in the mirror happy as you see your greenface
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Friends are precious
02:23
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I remember back in 2010
Her life was coming to an end
I was lucky enough to be there then
And so were a few of her friends
She said grandson come to me
There’s something that I want to tell you
You’ll always have your family
But friends are precious cause you make them
I remember back in ‘98
Going to punk shows with my mates
Sometimes I think those days are gone
But deep down I know my mates are not
She said grandson come to me
There’s something that I want to tell you
You’ll always have your family
But friends are precious cause you make them
make them
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Baby shower
01:57
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The planet’s over populated to the brim
But what we need
Is to really spread your genes out
There’s Seven point eight billion people in this world
And what we need
Is to give birth to more children
I’m pretty sure that’s what we need
Your life choices are yours to make
But lets not pretend
That I even care
What you do to celebrate
Doesn’t matter in the end
Cause I’m not going nowhere
For your baby shower
For your baby shower
You’ll look at me and ask
Me when will I have kids
And you won’t understand the why of my rejection
It’s not like the world’s fucked enough
Your life choices are yours to make
But lets not pretend
That I even care
What you do to celebrate
Doesn’t matter in the end
Cause I’m not going nowhere
For your baby shower
For your baby shower
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Out the door
02:25
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All those times you felt alone
You very rarely felt in control
When life choices are yours to make
And you feel you’ve never been there before
Don’t turn around don’t walk out the door
Look behind you and turn to us
You know you’ll always have someone to trust
When life choices are yours to make
And you feel you’ve never been there before
Don’t turn around don’t walk out the door
You’ve got the strength to carry on
You can do all this and beyond
Cause deep down you know where you belong
Don’t Walk out the door!
When life choices are yours to make
And you feel you’ve never been there before
Don’t turn around don’t walk out the door
You’ve got the strength to carry on
You can do all this and beyond
Cause deep down you know where you belong
Don’t Walk out the door!
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Puppet strings
03:16
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Spent your life living in the dark
Just doing what you’re told
Just to see everyone around you
Being left out in the cold
From the moment you wake up
Your time has been sold!
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They don’t care about your future
As long as it’s not your own
Just do as they tell you
Be a puppet, be a clone
They’ve owned your ass ever since
the day you were born
You’ve gotta fight this class war
Take control of the system and make it your own
Doesn’t matter who’s in-charge
They won’t care about you
The corporate owned media
Will keep you scared and keep you fooled
If you mindlessly listen
You’re nothing but their tool
Yeah I said
If you mindlessly listen
You’re nothing but their tool
You’ve gotta fight this class war
Take control of the system and make it your own
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6. |
Suertudo
03:30
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This year it’s all gone backwards and upside down
Wasn’t counting on being stuck here, in my home town
I was going to be travelling the world back and forth
But just like you they’ve left me behind and locked up the door
(But)
I should consider myself lucky
And when I stop to look at myself I do
And if you see me tell me how lucky, I am
Cause at least I have friends, I have health, family and I have you
If you see me call me lucky
Never had to spend so much time at home
it could be worse, I could be stuck here, on my own
At least I’ve had time to catch up with friends, new and old
But I’m not going to lie I’m still missing being, on the road
(and)
I should consider myself lucky
And when I stop to look at myself I do
And if you see me tell me how lucky, I am
Cause at least I have friends, I have health, family and I have you
And I shouldn’t complain
I should try to perceive
This has not been in vain
And I’ll be missing these days when I leave
(Cause)
I should consider myself lucky
And when I stop to look at myself I do
And if you see me tell me how lucky, I am
Cause at least I have friends, I have health, family and I have you
If you see me call me lucky
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