| Blood Or Whiskey - Cashed Out On Culture |
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| Scritto da Pierkna | |||
| Mercoledì 21 Dicembre 2011 11:53 | |||
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01 - No Answers There's no answers for the chemical dancers their checking on the race now on their hi-fi stereos their checking on the race now causing us to wary of we don't see their grey point of view now turning us into dilapidated fools, how? trouble at noon we don't feel now their working hard in Camden their burnin up Capetown their forcing it in trenchtown we're moving into range now call up the people smash up the steeple smiles like treacle burn up the picture tearing up the poster we con't follow no set of rules now forcing us to march for the truth we're forcing them to listen causing an infection seething with reflection we're selling out our culture we really think so 02 - Doors Of Hope Live and let live That' what they say you're just living form yesterday prized out wiped out they don't see just like they didi with Adam and Eve Ah... Knocking on the doors of hope ah... Everythings gone up in smoke Taking apart is a central thing that's what's expected of you still don't believe me? that's your choice but don't turn away form my disappointed voice so you need something to believe in but sun shines in a better day so you need something to believe in but they will just take it away despondency is a stale disease but watch him he's on his knees do you want to hear his guns to shout with it's glorious chorus of a rat-atat-tat 03 - Stuck Together Oh here they are those fuckin tears bottling all your solid fears frowning on those wasted years we're stuck together laughter is a forgotten thing trappings of our shaded sham poison thoughts don't give a damn we're stuck together hey hey what's it like living trough a sordid life? hey hey what's it like finding out you've lost sight? walking through the freeman's breeeze courting all the fucking sleaze empty feelings of what si lost we're stuck together moving back on empty ground claiming back a broken crown what is lost can be found we're stuck together 04 - Poxy Pub I don't know what to make or do pubs around here are for the mirror crew got to get something else to find pubs these days are a waste of time i don't care what town you're in differen seats same old thing colour coated plastic grin i've no choice i'm going in it's a Poxy pub in my neighbourhood drink is flowing anger growing don't watch out you will miss last shout can't get in can't get out what the fuck is all about? tell me what gives them the right? polished shoes designer shites i don't see their point of view i don't fit in, don't want to why don't we leave this town? 05 - Requiem For A King Strumentale 06 - Glory O' Glory Glory O' Too the brave men who have died fighting fight o' for the cause that they have tried freedom is a word for the strong liberty is a word for the wronged Glory Glory O' till death do us part fighting fight o' killed before the start oh my god have they done to you? sold out can't you see? for the love of one's debauchery Glory Glory O' they nailed you to the mast fighting fight o' treading through the past fact of life fact of living trough all that's lost all that's cost calling out calling for the truth alla the lies that they told all the heroes that will fold as they die on the sand in another mans land for the will of one man so he can force his father hand for the power and the greed all the blood they will concede as your mother will weep how the hell can they sleep? as your moved as their pawn as human chess in a texas dawn as the flags they will fly through the united states sky that those troops will never see 07 - Jar'd For Life It makes me wanna go where it is i don't know it fuels my fuccking hate so i may congratulate im packing it up everyday the same with my deadly drinking game it's running through my veins causing me to pass the blame packing it up jar'ed for life - scarred for life i'm walking in a line just to hold back the time but it makes me kind of sick it makes me fucking act the prick 08 - impaired Vision Impaired vision is what i'm going to see a drunken thought blanks out the mediocrity a city siren wails on by doesn't catch my blurry eyes 2 steps forward 10 steps back doesn't mean i'm looking back going on and on all night long left behind by the normality stream it doesn't mean i'm running out of the stream looking awkward looking shook doesn't mean i'm out of luck grab it out and shout about goign to show what i'm about Impaired vision is what i'm going to see Impaired vision blanks out the misery drunken thought don't be straight doesn't mena i'm going to be late fight it out and shout about this is what i'm going to shout 09 - Ruler Ruler Break it down come on hear the noise come on down we're the blood or whiskey boys do you think we are part of it? this stale irish bullshit oh didn't know what to say but you said anyway oh didn't know what to do fuck you Ruler ruler ruler Tonight Break it down it's still a fake applause 32 still my top drawer feeling inept feeling of tragedy turning the screws on ones history 10 - A Holy Trinity So you woke up one fine day to see what you could find a callou light that shone so bright we don't know what to do so in the morning of your life threat you've lost out on every bet from the moment to the minute to the holy trinity we don't know what to do the cause of it's a patient thing it affects us one and all the force of it can change the seas what d'ya got face off face off 11 - Shattered Dreams Kids on the pavement stretched across your path lying in the street there's no going back their boken homes their shattered dreams blad blind denialthat's how it seems Dublin city that's what we see divide the have and the have nots more every day kids in the doorways cardboard shallow graves walk past thhem briskly they just can't be saved they could be yours so mind them well tomorrow you might find your kids there as well there's echoes of silhouettes round this strip girls out street walking this dark seedy kip painted on faces powder in through the vein a small piece of street life that's always the same 12 - The Black Cross Of Crumlin Strumentale 13 - Deadwood And The Cash Deceiver This one goes out to the unbelievers deadwoods and the cash deceiver not a hope or hell on these city streets 'cause everyones down on the same old beat i saw you saw we said it best but we're still in the same old mess hold your cards and hold them tight 'cause rock and roll's our battle cry i'm going down doing the same this one's is for the unbeliever an eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth it's about time they heard the truth chucking in days chucking in nights we still didn't give up the impartial fight rocking in life rocking in death still going to give this a last gasp breath hanging around in your music scene the city of thousand bands with nnothing to say oh my god it's happened again too manny friends too many dead we gave our chance and took it well don't expect you to cast your spell too much spoken conspiracy all you want is to be history hold the line annd hold it good don't see why we fucking should 14 -They Say No Welcome to fucking year zero A backward step taking every day A confessional truth tiresome disposition from the whitewash house can convey tanks bombs guns and ammunition is the call of the order of today bulldoze those peoples mere identity doesn't matter much either way they say no! they say no again congress will stand in adulation leaving their playground of filth in disarray while countries torn by ambition is this what the new world order can convey .CONDIVIDI.
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