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Skip Juice
02:05
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Skip juice
So much waste from society
Deemed unfit for us to eat
Stomach not full, go down skip
Juice on jeans, smells like shit
Skip juice
Jump in the bin with a friend
The hunt for free food never ends
Insane bin raid, got some treats
Wash juice off, now we eat
One mans trash, another mans treasure
Eating free food always tastes better
So we'll dumpster, we don't care
We'll get skip juice everywhere
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2. |
Sunday Song
01:52
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Sunday Song
It's Sunday again, what the fuck
Expensive beer and cigarette butt's
Fucking hungover, speed comedown
No shops open throughout the town
Argggggghhhhh
It's Sunday again, fucking stinks
Just puked up in the sink
I feel like shit, cancel today
Here in my bed i'm gonna stay
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Anxiety
02:28
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Anxiety
Earth shifts to one side
Mental breakdown, cannot hide
Feelings of dread creep inside
Anxiety
When it rains it fucking pours
Pick myself up from the floor
Crippling fear I can't ignore
Anxiety
Negative thoughts in my brain
Drives me nuts, makes me insane
Bound inside mental chains
Anxiety
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No Life At All
01:36
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No Life At All
Endless repetition, staring at the clock
Dying inside, this has to stop
This isn't life, just an existence
Get through the day by being vacant and distant
A life in a factory is no life at all,
No life at all
No life at all!
Stagnant, depressing, dreaming of leaving
But you're bound by debt, chained to the machine
A blank expression, your personal hell
Not many experiences or stories to tell
Your wages are lousy, times slipped away
To pay off your bills, a place to stay
Systematic boredom, your jobsworth boss
You've got some mod cons but at what cost?
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5. |
Punk Police
02:03
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Punk Police
I'm very sorry officer
Your laws don't restrict me
I live in my own way
So leave me fucking be
I'm very sorry Adolf
I strive to be free
Form my own opinions
So don't dictate to me
Punk police
PC, punk police
Fuck off
Go home
I'm very sorry Jesus
I'm not morally supreme
I live by my own rules
So don't you preach to me
I'm very sorry daddy
I said a naughty word
For words to be censored
To me is just absurd
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6. |
Skint (bonus track)
02:30
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Absolute Order? Barcelona, Spain
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