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No Apologies
03:02
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we’re all good men until we’re not
you never know what you have got
my head is naught but static
these voices all traumatic
tape your eyes, your mouth, your ears
and drown alone with all your fears
i’ve got no apologies to give
so let me live and let live
i’ll give you sympathy and a dozen different teas
but i’ve got no apologies
clandestine, two people meeting
i get to see your palest skin
cracked voices, broken dreams
i’ll unstitch you at the seams
rag doll, rag doll penny
apologies? you won’t get any
just say it, just say it
i know you want it
you tell me that you want it
but you still ain’t gonna get it
you destroy me, you dislocate me
i’ll go wherever you take me
bundle me inside your case
slip the mask, see the face
treat me like i’m your rag dolly
but don’t ever say you’re sorry.
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2. |
Stolen
02:17
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talking to the future
busy cursing the kids
you can’t unring this bell
can’t undo what you did
it’s not a baggy-pants farce
it’s a serious affair
looking back one day we’ll wonder
what the hell we were doing there
stolen future, it’s not okay
it doesn’t matter what they say
rewrite tomorrow before it’s too late
why the hell would you wait?
just another day
the same old same
forgetting all those faces
remembering losers’ names
talking to the future
busy cursing the kids
you can’t unring this bell
you can’t undo what you did
stolen future, it’s not okay
it doesn’t matter what they say
rewrite tomorrow before it’s too late
why the hell would you wait?
just another day
the same old same
forgetting all those faces
remembering losers’ names
stolen future, it’s not okay
it doesn’t matter what they say
rewrite tomorrow before it’s too late
why on earth would you wait?
why the fuck would you wait?
why the fuck?
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3. |
Going Insane
02:48
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take me away, i’m a danger to myself.
lock me away, i’m a risk to my own health.
something’s wrong, something’s wrong inside my head.
i hope it’s not too long, cos it’s driving me mad.
i’m going down, i’m going down, i’m going down,
i’m going insane.
i’m going down, i’m going down, i’m going down,
there’s something wrong with my brain.
give me a room with nice soft spongey walls,
and the same on the floor, so i don’t hurt myself when i fall.
i’m going down, i’m going down, i’m going down,
i’m going insane.
i’m going down, i’m going down, i’m going down,
the doctor said there’s something wrong with my brain.
i’m going insane.
it’s getting too much. my head’s in such pain.
cut off my hands, so i don’t hit myself again.
down, i’m going down, i’m going down,
i’m going insane.
i’m going down, down, the doctor said
there’s something wrong, wrong, inside my head.
i’m going down, down,
the doctor said there’s something wrong with my brain.
i’m going insane.
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4. |
Run For Your Life
01:55
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deep down in this soul of mine
is an overwhelming feeling
when i think everything is fine
that's when i get to kneeling
crawling along on all fours
praying to god-knows-what
gotta settle so many scores
the fire of hate burns so hot
i just need to get my hammer
don't forget to pack my knife
listen close, cos i won't stammer:
run for your fucking life
my head's twisted up inside
don't know what's going on
when i think everything's all right
everything goes wrong
put my fist straight through the doors
listen for my victory shout
lick my wounds and patch my sores
i gotta make it out.
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A very pretty girl was Angela Limousine
Her eyes were the very bluest eyes I’ve ever seen
Angela Limousine
But they never looked my way, they never looked my way
I tried so very hard to impress Angela Limousine
But every time I spoke, she found my words to be obscene
I made her look my way, I made her look my way
I got off on her sex sensation
She just found me an irritation
It’s such a shame that accidents make
No differentiation
I was the only one who missed her, Angela Limousine
And every time I spoke, I found my words to be obscene
Angela Limousine
Angela, Angela Limousine
Angela
I got off on her sex sensation
She just found me an irritation
It’s such a shame that accidents make
No differentiation
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6. |
The Same Eyes
03:16
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i stood there by the car
waiting for you to come and say ta-ra
but you never came, and i never saw you again.
that's not strictly true
i saw you hundreds of times
but never again through the same eyes.
i changed my point of view
and i changed my view of you.
i never saw you again through the same eyes.
something had got broken
and certain words remained unspoken
all i ever wanted was a token of your love.
i just got shaken
by that moment never taken.
i spent my time just faking all my love.
past became the future
history got changed to better suit ya
a little present to yourself, and it’s not a lie
if you believe it.
where do we go from here?
playing make believe, just you and me, both you and me.
i stood there by the car
waiting for you to come and say ta-ra
but you never came
and i never saw you again.
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7. |
Made of Weapons
01:50
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Oh, here she comes now
She ain't messing round
She's after blood now
Gonna paint the town
Your name it won't be shit
When she gets through
Drag you in the dirt, yeah
She's gonna ruin you
Should've known better
You should've watched your step
A shift in energy
And you lost your head
Got your neck on the line, yeah
Now there is no doubt:
You built yourself a funeral pyre
That you can't put out
She's made of weapons
Will tear you apart
Rip you to shreds and
Pull out your heart
Kill you quick as look at you
There'll be nothing left
She's made of weapons
She's made of death
She's made of weapons
She's made of death
She's made of weapons
She's made of death
She's made of weapons
She's made of death
She's made of war
She's the maid of death
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8. |
Satanic Dog
02:48
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my satanic dog
sixty-six point six on the kilo scale
i'm gonna set him on you
gonna make you scream, i'm gonna make you wail
i’m not gonna stop
gonna make you apologize
for all the shit you did
when i was kid, when i was a child
yeah, i’m gonna see you hurt
yeah, kick you into the dirt
yeah, i'm gonna rip off your face
yeah, you’re just a waste of space
matches in my hand
i’m ready to start a fire
burn you to the ground
you scumbag coward, you filthy liar
yeah, i’m gonna see you hurt
yeah, kick you into the dirt
yeah, i'm gonna rip off your face
you, you fucking waste of space
you may think you got away with it
but i’m counting down the days
pretty soon you’re gonna pay for it
and i’m counting all the ways
so hide yourself and hide your kids
cos i know where you live
my satanic dog
sixty-six point six on the kilo scale
i'm gonna set him on you
gonna make you scream, i'm gonna make you wail.
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Dagbok
01:54
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recording precious moments with your movie camera
writing in your diary memories of youth
something to look back on when you're far away and travelling
snapshots and keepsakes of your truth.
write it in your diary.
you've lived a life extraordinary, colourful and wild
done things that most folks never do
all those special moments that you captured for posterity
they all add up to make you you.
cos we're not who we think we are.
show me your home movies, read me something from your diary.
what were you like when you were a kid?
were you nosey, were you curious, interested in everything?
tell me some of the crazy stuff you did.
we're not who we think we are / write it in your diary.
no, we're not who we think we are / write it in your diary.
the apple doesn't fall so far / write it in your diary.
no, we're not who we think we are / write it in your diary.
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10. |
Dragonflies
03:04
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I’ll take you home again, Kathleen
Try to forget the things i've seen
I regret the things i didn't say
Talking on the phone any given day
But sometimes the truth can hurt the ones you love
And i said some things i prob’ly shouldn’t’ve
I'd love to see you just for one more day
But it was me who went away
I’ll take you home again, Kathleen
Try to forget the things i’ve seen
I regret the things i never said
When you were lying in that bed
And when i close my eyes, i see you spinning round
Chasing dragonflies in Rochester Castle grounds
The things that we recall can sometimes seem absurd
And palliative’s a word i wish i’d never heard
I’ll take you home again, Kathleen
Try to forget the things i’ve seen
I regret some of the things i said
Can't take them back now you are dead
And i regret the things I never said
While you were lying there in that bed
While you were lying in that hospital bed
While you were dying in that bed
Wish I could forget what I regret
Wish I could forget what I regret
Wish I could forget what I regret
Wish I could forget what I regret
Forget, regret, forget regret
Forget, regret, forget regret
Forget, regret, forget regret
I wish I could forget what I regret
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