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Finding Veins
04:42
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You will be calling our names
You will remember them in danger
You will be calling our names
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television.
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers.
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance.
Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.
You will be calling our names
You will remember them in danger
You will be calling our names
You will remember them in danger
You will be calling our names
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home
Nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves.
Choose your future. Choose life…
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else.
And the reasons? There are no reasons.
Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?”
What’s my name?
Find my vein!
You will be calling our names
You will remember them in danger
You will be calling our names
You will remember them in danger
You will be calling our names
You will remember
You will be calling our names
You will remember them in danger
You will be calling our names
You will remember them in danger
You will be calling our names
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Pretty Boy$
03:35
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Boys are going big time
Yes indeed, the future is pretty, pretty
Boys are going big time
So pretty, where can we find them
I mean, so pretty, pretty
I see them hanging round the block just waiting to be seen
Birds flown out of their nest sad mothers left with broken dreams
Days go by and we try to hold on to every straw we see
Let working class become pretty class and you’ll be pretty just like me
Pretty Boys are banging hard while I slouch in my room
Still doing circles reaching that well known point of no return
Everyday is long long grind I would kill for nine to five but
Being pretty it’s not easy and it makes world go round and round
They’re just pretty little boys
They don't know about it
I see a bunch of weary boys
They don't talk about it
All those pretty little boys
They don’t cry about it
We don’t we don’t we won’t cry and so our days go by
No point in hiding, senseless driving cutting through the scene
Nightlife and cruising ups and downs living life on trampoline
Winds are blowing, time to rest and be honest
I'm sure it could’ve gone better
But I can firmly say thats what Ive always wanted
No one boy, someone boy, deep inside you’re screaming boy!
Clocks are ticking, check my pulse and stop breathing
It’s true I’ve bought some but there’s no sight of internal bleeding
Why are you running from me come reveal the answer please
There’s no much time for waiting left I’m calling jazz police
Motherfuckers casting spells crucifix we should call on priests
Pretty boys won’t bow their heads like soldiers won’t accept defeat
They’re just pretty little boys
They don’t know about it
I see a bunch of weary boys
They don’t talk about it
All those pretty little boys
They don’t cry about it
We don’t we don’t we won’t cry and so our days go by
They’re just pretty little
They don’t know about it
And all the bunch of weary
They don’t talk about it
And all those pretty little
They don’t cry about it
We don’t we don’t we won’t cry and so our days go by
(Boys are going big time, so pretty)
Birds have flown out of their nest left their mothers cry
(Yes indeed, the future is bathed in light)
We don’t we don’t we won’t talk and so our days go by
(Boys are going big time)
Birds have flown out of their nest left their mothers cry
(Yes indeed, the future is bathed in light)
We don’t we don’t we won’t talk and so our days go by
(Boys are going big time, the future is bathed in light)
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3. |
DIMM
03:43
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Ooh, ooh!
(Breathing)
Don’t know me from the mountain
You never will you never did
Wind carrying the ashes of a town long gone
That has melt into concrete
Gods have been fighting over Sabbath and his instrument
Much longer than they usually do
And we listen to their quarrel whilst frozen in a drawer which is
Bursting with the smell of ripe fruit
And I've been wondering…
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
It's getting very very dim
And my mind has been wondering
If you, ooh
You, ooh
Feel like giving it a spin
And let their bodies be our sovereign
Abandoned by the law and abandoned by the king
Poor Mary lost her lamb
Many lost days, many lost nights
Bearing her own cross she couldn’t stand
From five to seven all the Gods in heaven
Freely roamed upon our bed
And we hold on to the ritual with minor metal skeleton
Our hell is whole again
Our hell is
Longing for a purge
Our hell is
Longing for a purge
Our hell is
From five to seven all the gods in heaven
All the gods in heaven will be ours in hell
From five to seven all the gods in heaven
All the gods in heaven will be ours in hell
And I've been wondering…
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
It's getting very very dim
And my mind has been wondering
If you, ooh
You, ooh
Feel like giving it a spin
And let their bodies be our sovereign
And I say
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
It's getting very very dim
And my mind has been wondering
If you, ooh
You, ooh
Feel like giving it a spin
And let their bodies be our sovereign
Now stars above are shimmering
Our bodies are covering in dirt
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4. |
As Times As Goes
01:56
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As times as times as times as go
I feel I'm losing the control
Everyone else seems doing fine
And maybe I'm just getting old
As times as times as times as go
I feel I'm losing the control
Everyone else seems doing fine
And maybe I'm just getting old
As times as times as times as go
I feel I'm losing the control
Everyone else seems doing fine
And maybe I'm just getting old
When I see sparks
In your eyes
It makes me want
To take it slow
When all the night
Falls on us
There’s no other place
I want to go
As times as times as times as go
I feel I'm losing the control
Everyone else seems doing fine
And maybe I'm just getting old
As times as times as times as go
I feel I'm losing the control
Everyone else seems doing fine
And maybe I'm just getting old
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Gates of heaven have been closed
Who will be the first to confess was it me it sure was yes
I saw you waiting for a storm
Hammer of Thor suggesting his hailing might may be our only guess
Her flesh is like a mouth
Garden in need of watering golden sun that will never turn to dust
That’s why we chose this route
Two lovers in a bed grow into vines
Nobody cares nobody does
When I grow into you I love you more than now
Lower your eyelids and let me pour and pour into your rain
There will be no one else telling us how to make love
Your eyes are filled with blood like wine I drink when I think of the time
Endless turn to dust
Nobody cares nobody does
Brány do neba sú zatvorené nik tam na nás nečaká
(Gates of heaven have been closed)
Bezčasie nech obráti sa v prach, večnosť ktorej nikto nerozumie
(Let endless now turn to dust)
Her body is like a song
Silence blossom chattering old mantra that will never turn to dust
How could we ever go wrong
Two lovers in a bed grow into vines
Nobody cares nobody does
When I grow into you I love youI love you more than now
Lower your eyelids and let me pour and pour into your rain
There will be no one else telling us how to make love
Your eyes are filled with blood like wine I drink when I think of the time
Endless turn to dust
Nobody cares nobody does
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