1. |
Here's to Death
02:12
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Dead man walking
9 bucks per pack
and I get nothing
I always get
nothing back
I breathe smoke
I am the ash
I’ve blown into this
dustbowl town
and I tell you
it won’t be my last
if it’s death you want
then I’m your man
this song’s a sky
crashing down
a razorblade in hand
I’ve learned nothing
and I’d do it all
the same again
into the pit
where the dead men lay
gaping in awe
at the lights of god
above the cemetery
if it’s death you want
then that’s what I’ll bring you
the song’s the sky crashing down
into our final doom
man delights not me
nor woman neither
you born to die motherfucker
here’s to death
here’s to death
thank god
the last will of lightning
writ across the sky
the final breath
the final trampling
over every reason why
if it’s death you want
then I’m your man
this song’s a sky
crashing down
a razorblade in hand
let out that bitter laughter, boys
even in death there’s
no surrender
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2. |
Men Are Trash
04:18
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I met the deacon
Danny Meadows
at a pot luck
in the suburbs of Roseville
and I thought
look at that man
a man like that
what’s a girl to do
black coat and hat
leather jacket
and that
calm, cruel face
I knew I’d do anything
I’d do anything then
to please the man
white lace,
black panties
a whole Sunday
spent in that man’s bed
and I sat on
that calm cruel face of his
for something like hours
never felt that way before
never been lost inside a man
the way he was inside
all of me
I didn’t know
every thing he said was lies
I didn’t know how
he couldn’t ever love me
and I had a hammer
and I bet he won’t forget me know
he’ll say, he’ll say
I wish I never met her
I didn’t know
what I was capable of
that other bitch
some leopard-print skank
Candy or Rosie or Trish —
whatever the fuck her name was
she wasn’t nothing
not compared to me
but I saw em lounge
against each other
barside at Applebee’s
(and you know what they were doing?)
he was feeding her
teriyaki potstickers
and she’s licking that shit
like cum straight off his fingers
and I had a hammer
and I bet when he saw it
I bet he wished
HE NEVER MET HER
I didn’t tell him what I knew
I tried to win him back
I sucked off Deacon Danny Meadows
I let him eat my ass
but you know well as I do now
that nothing’s ever enough
there’s only one cure
for a lying ass like that
for a man that’s made
of shit and cum and trash
so I busted in on him
in the bathroom
I took my hammer to his skull
and I got all my love back
and I had a hammer
and I bet when he saw it
WHEN HE FINALLY SAW IT
I bet he wished
HE NEVER MET HER
you ever seen
a man’s teeth
scatter down a shower drain?
after that there’s
nothing and no need
ain’t nothing more to say
and I walked down the aisle
the very next Sunday
I looked the preacher in the eye
I knew that man was a goddamned liar
a goddamned liar, just like any other
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3. |
Hate City
01:54
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Lyrics by X (Australia). Most of it. We made up some lyrics where we couldn't understand the original.
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4. |
Prison Break
02:11
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Can't remember
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5. |
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ALL OF YOUR HEROES
Are liars….
and there’s only one
PERMANENT TRUTH
in this world:
THERE’S A SUCKER BORN
EVERY MINUTE
There's nothing but
money
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6. |
The Partisans
04:05
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At dawn’s light, I left my roadside bed
into this country of spies, rumble of tank-treads
I take back roads, the dead will travel light
just the clothes on my back, load of dynamite
my comrades and I
Prefer death or glory —
We prefer war, and war all the time
Push the fascists back beyond the ridge
I’ve been tasked / to blow up Tully Bridge
Liberty or death, we travel on the road
Soldiers, terrorists; winter-blown
Petals of a rose
I cannot stop / is it for me, for liberty
Or for the land?
Or without the war / I don’t know who I am
There’s nothing quite like dynamite
I can see myself, the timer set
I’ll be by the river, I will pull the lever
Watch Tully Bridge become
a cathedral of fire
Hear my comrades, hear our choir —
Partisans forever, partisans forever
What a dull
pointless life
peace
would be
Goddamn to hell all who cry peace
Goddamn forever all who cry peace
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Comes a time
for a red sun rising
a bloody attack
incinerated newspapers
in the ash overhead
the sky and city
a bowl of broken glass
Me I’m what you’d call
a bit of a
snake in the grass
HEAVE HO
We’ll make land by nightfall, boys
keep your eyes peeled…
This is the galley to Hell
my friends,
infernal brass bound for
the very bottom of the world
we’ll stop for nothing
except perhaps
booze and drugs
we’ll make our way
to the City of Dis
at the edge of town
These men we hate
who we’ll kill
they have paper hearts
and they wear nothing but paper crowns
salvation’s on the other side
salvation in
the sundered broken things
Who says you can’t get high in church?
HEAVE HO
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City Barricades Minneapolis, Minnesota
Hello we are Apocalypse music
And CIA
assets
Do not
be afraid
We are
switchblades
&
cohesive outfits
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