1. |
First Things First
02:33
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We don’t give a shit about your
fucked up ideals
We don’t give a shit if we sting in
your eyes
We will never stand as
passive spectators
No, we’ll never fall, we’ll never fall in line
behind you or play your games
Because this, this heart is alive, it’s gonna
live and do good while you
sit down in wait for death
We don’t give a shit about your f
ucked up ideals
We don’t give a shit if you will disagree
We don’t give a shit about your
expectations
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2. |
Trump
02:30
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I get that you are sick of the old, wanna
throw the Wall Street bankers out in the
cold
He is not like everyone else, still a racist
asshole nonetheless
But I couldn’t believe my eyes.
You choose the bully from the locker room
to set things right?
There goes another sexist, racist sorry
excuse for a man.
He say that we have terror to fear, but he’s
the one who scares me the most
He’s throwing women, muslims under the
bus, that sexist asshole sacrifices us!
Building fortresses is the sand is cute
when you’re four
But for the most powerful man of all, not
so much anymore
Isolation brick by brick, oh mr President
don’t be such a fucking dick
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3. |
No Control
01:31
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I don’t believe in running away
I believe in going astray
I believe in challenging me with no, no
control
No control just full speed ahead
I don’t believe in staying inside
Waiting for the rain to pass by
I rip my clothes of running outside in no,
no control
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4. |
I Wanna Riot
04:37
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It's a cold, black January morning and it's
cold as hell
I've been waiting for this morning so long
A pitch black, bitter cup of coffee warms
my soul
I've been waiting for this morning since
long
I turn on the TV for digestible news, it is
way too early for anger
Then she's standing there with a smile on
her face
and I know I'm gonna wanna riot
I wanna riot, I wanna riot
I wanna tear this place to the ground
I wanna riot, I wanna riot
I wanna tear this place to the ground and
build it back up my own way
All I ask for is a couple of hours just by
myself
Before anxiety and gravity awakes
Just to feel that feather weight ease,
comforting lightweight peace
While you and all the ass holes are a
sleep
Though I've to admit I was expecting you,
but I wasn't ready just yet
Yet here again you stand un announced
with empty hands
and a black hole where your heart used to
be
I wonder if it’s only me? No it can’t only be
me.
I can't be the only one that feels like
throwing brick stones straight thru
a swedbank window
Those lame ass excuses ain't going
anywhere,
if one thing they make me wanna riot with
you.
I wanna riot with you!
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5. |
Jimmie
03:13
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We look at the same thing you and I,
someone escaped the war and made it all
the way up to us in the cold
I see a story, an experience, someone to
tell me something new
While you see a threat to everything you
thought you knew
I'll never wrap my head around you
Jimmie, tell me how the fuck did you get
so fucking fucked up?
You wrote a hundred posts about how
we've done enough and can't do more,
yet you never reached out to any of them
asking "what can I do to help?"
You would help this country you love with
pride, you had the chance
but you denied, instead you took a
cowards way, you took the easy way out
You took a cowards way out of here
There are wars going on
There are bombs falling down, from skies,
from Godless clouds
Jimmie!
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6. |
Wolfsong
03:17
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They all know what it’s like, but nobody
cares at all.
Propaganda on the kids TV, show them
what they wanna see.
All I can do is run, 20 to 1
I have my paws they have their guns.
They all know what the fuck is going on
with loaded guns, their eyes are blind
they see me through a cross hair sight.
I live here I hunt here I share this place
with you
So go, and leave me alone.
Com’on pup’s come run and hide, the men
in green will hunt us down.
They don’t see our place in the echo
system, they shoot us ‘cause they wanna.
Men just wanna have fun.
The testosterone goes!
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7. |
Echo
02:35
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Don’t, don’t let me go
Don’t, don’t let me know
Because I can’t stand still at night
This head spins round and round
There’s an echo, silently strapping me
down
There’s an echo, reminding me I’m on my
own
Don’t, don’t show me love
Don’t, don’t show me hate
I tried to cooperate
But now my head’s about to explode
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8. |
Drunk As Fuck
01:27
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I woke up drunk as fuck and I’m pretty
sure I was high,
I didn’t know what to do
All I heard was nonsense answers to
questions never asked,
I didn’t know what to do
This ass hole walked up to a girl and said
“Fancy a fuck?”, she said oh no
This ass hole didn’t understand a two
letter word,
now I have no faith in you
Get the fuck out of my face,
I can not take this shit I don’t know how to
deal with it
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9. |
The Puzzle
02:22
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Please have mercy for the rich man’s boy
He’s not to blame for the ass hole of a
father with no shame
or ability to stop and think “what am I
doing with the power that was handed to
me”
Hey you, are you fucking kidding me?
This is a puzzle appropriate from 7 - 12
Thousands of people with nothing to do
Thousands of problems that needs to be
solved yesterday
to prevent the costs from rocketing
the costs are rising, hell’s coming closer
each day
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10. |
Update
02:08
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Waking up at 7am (update)
One hour too late to the job he hates
(update)
Lunch at the trendiest place that he knows
(update)
Hazelnut syrup frappuccino (update)
Everybody knows he loves rock'n'roll
Everybody knows what he’s voting for
Everybody knows what’s going on
Feeling good, going to the gym (update)
Breakfast time, carbs; a crime (update)
Two years and five days with his partner
(update)
Red a book that made him smarter
(update)
You’ve got to make them see it so
everybody knows what’s going on
Everybody’s got an opinion
You’ve got to make them feel it,
there’s value in the numbers next to the
heart
Can you feel the bubble cracking?
You’ve got to make them believe it,
the story about yourself you try to sell
A pride for sale but noone is buying?
You’ve got to make them see that you’re
more than just an Instagram cliché
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11. |
Easy Way Out
03:32
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So what do we know, really?
About they with sliced up arms
we say are crying for attention.
So why do we care, really?
About what someone else are saying,
following others preconceptions
Why do we care?
We could have all taken the easy way out,
but what would it do what would it make
us?
And what do we know, really?
About her with vail we make our opinion
about without ever talking to.
What do we know?
I’ve to admit that when I see a white man
dressed up in suit,
I’m holding my wallet extra tight because
I’ve seen his type before
I’ve let my mind play dangerous tricks but
damn it, I’ve tried
Not to be one of those I disgust, but damn
it I have failed.
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12. |
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The Nobel Prize, Condoleezza Rice,
none of them makes any sense to me.
Those who apply a few thousand year old
book, on their way,
seeking guidance here today.
I don’t fucking get it!
The urge to build a fence. Animal friends
eating animals,
can anyone tell me how that makes
sense?
Macho men seriously afraid of being hit on
by someone who’s gay.
What the fuck are you afraid of?
Those who have it all, and still are longing
for more
while others have to stay hungry exploited
and poor.
Cars from France, following command,
fuckers writing songs
about things they don’t understand.
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13. |
How The Fuck(Acoustic)
01:23
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The Sensitives Falun, Sweden
The Sensitives is a rough-haired mixed race dog of punk, rock’n’roll, SKA and folk. It’s been touring around Europe and done about 300 shows, spreading its musical wild oat which gave it a solid fanbase of people who, to their knock out punk, raises their middle finger to racism and sexism. ... more
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