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Punk Rock Saved My Life
03:04
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It's easy to question all of this during dark times
But this is life and death now
It's everything it ever was and more
Singing through the final words I'll be sorry for
But I've sold myself to this, it's everything to me
And my heart bleeds in finality
Get lost in this moment, shouting through my everything
Every cell in our bodies
Connected by the greatest thing we'll ever find
Our minds open at the right time
But I've sold myself to this, it's everything to me
And my heart bleeds in finality
Our minds open - At just the right time
Our minds open - To find this one thing that's life and death to us
And should always be
If we allow ourselves to loose our minds in the great moment tonight
When I've sold myself to this, it's everything to me
And my heart bleeds in finality.
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2. |
Balls Vs Brains
03:24
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Masculinity never made much sense to me
Images left to make me feel the need
For sexism and greed, but that's not me
I don't see me in that picture or displayed on your TV
I may be male but I'm not a man if that's what it means
But if I don't see me then why do I so easily
Revert to traits I thought I'd left behind
When I feel the need to fit in
With everyone around me, no matter how ignorant they seem
I'm not better than them, I'm just saying
When reality strikes me plain
I'm still effected by the wrongs I sing about
I wish I could say I'd left my ignorance to history
I try my best but I guess I still perceive
The world through sexism and greed
I'm not free yet but I desperately want to be
Bombarded by it and forced to benefit
From the very thing I despise it makes me sick
When reality strikes me plan I'm still effected
By the wrongs I sing about
I'm not perfect
I see through so many things but a lifetime of
Indoctrinations hard to crack
So I'll turn the TV off
'Cos it makes the fool of an easily attainable aim
Lost in the way I'm seen by society
Left blinded by gender and never able to be free
But I'll never be the man I'm expected to be
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Red Crosses
02:45
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When you think about it what the hell are you proud of?
You exist in a place
Did you expend any effort to born under the flag you fly?
Have you done anything?
Or did you just sit in the same place for long enough
To call it home?
Chant your pride for the area around your feet
What does it represent?
Bow down patriot, your words mean nothing at all
Red Crosses - Don't prove anything at all
Red Crosses - Tell you where you stand and nothing more
Red Crosses - You're lost in a world so small
Red Crosses - Red Crosses
If you sit in a place for long enough do you become a patriot?
To the ground under your feet
To the seat under your arse
Is it who you are?
Bow down patriot and fly your fucking flag
Red Crosses - Don't prove anything at all
Red Crosses - Tell you where you stand and nothing more
Red Crosses - You're lost in a world so small
Red Crosses - Red Crosses
Bow down patriot.
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4. |
Last Will and Testicle
02:50
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On the day that I die
Don't dare pray for me
And remember all my flaws
Rather than a TV movie
Version of my life
Fuck your fairy tale
'Cos at the moment that we die
We're all just meat
My soul is going nowhere
And nor is yours
There's nothing afterwards
So make the most of what you've got
Live life like there's no god
Do something before its too late
Throw the fairy tale away
We'd all sleep better at night
If we believed the fairy tale
Be content to be useless
Do nothing at all
And wait for something more
Who made up these rules?
It wasn't your deity
A child could tell you that
Its just a made up bullshit story
To keep you in line
Keep you from questioning the shit you're fed
I won't willingly help
In my own oppression
Won't eat the shit you fed to us.
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You shout your mouth off
With authority
What's it in aid of?
Your voice is louder
And you drown out everybody else
What's it in aid of?
Your words so hateful
Throwing them around
What's it in aid of?
No truth in blindness
To stupidity and ignorant ideas
What's it in aid of?
Your opinions loud
Theories not right
Saying words
Like they're black and white
No-ones got any answers
Just a load of nonsense
Theories strung together
What's it in aid of?
You shout your mouth off
With authority
What's it in aid of?
Your voice is louder
And you drown out everybody else
What's it in aid of?
Betrayed by your mouth
Shout it louder
What's it in aid of?
No-ones listening
Your opinions mean nothing to anyone
What's it in aid of?
Your opinions loud
Theories not right
Saying words
Like they're black and white
No-ones got any answers
Just a load of nonsense
Theories strung together
What's it in aid of?
What's it in aid of?
What's it in aid of?
What's it in aid of?
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6. |
Comfort Is Overrated
02:57
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We fool ourselves with all the things that make life easy
And make our lives less real
They make us forget so many skills we used to have
And so much knowledge we could share
Now left in the hands of a faceless state or politician
Or a corporations word (a corporations word)
Someone you'd never trust is in control of everything you see
And what you're sold, everything's for sale
But truth don't look like this and life shouldn't be as easy as this
We thrive on challenge
And the need to think and act, to keep ourselves alive
Rather than wrapped in cotton wool, just leave us alone
Now left in the hands of a faceless state or politician
Or a corporations word (a corporations word)
Someone you'd never trust is in control of everything you see
And what you're sold, everything's for sale
We can do without
We can do without
All the things we're told we need so easily.
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