1. |
Tired Of It
01:35
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I’m tired of it
They’re full of shit
When they say privacy’s a privilege
Oh I’m so tired of it
I’m tired of it
When they lie
Look up to the Orwellian sky
Oh I’m so tired of it
Crammed down my throat
The message from the clan
Braindead information
Won’t ever leave my hand
I’ve changed my settings
Should I feel threatened?
Maybe it’s time
To start asking questions
Social injustice
I’ve been caught out
They’ve got my number
I best watch my mouth
If liberty means anything at all
I best watch my back
Cause the enemy’s gonna call
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2. |
Reality Is Calling
02:17
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When you’re one step ahead
Got your foot through the door
About to start your plans
Not a thing can go wrong
Bagged yourself a house
Yet to see the bills
A zero-hour contract
Will hardly fulfill
That weed addiction
Cocaine lines
The fridge is empty
Prioritize
Maybe put those plans on hold
Reality is calling
Living like a renegade
With nothing to lose
An upstart rebel
That’s trying to prove
He’d sleep better
If he cut all ties
The family names have been demoralised
Maybe put those plans on hold
I said maybe put those plans on hold
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3. |
Graveyard Island
02:32
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I watch them from my vapour shack
On the island we live like that
Rock n roll has left us now
Get on the boat and get out of town
No future for the brightest kids
Get out now or god forbid
You join the cycle and you grow old
It’s not for me I won’t do what I’m told
Death from the rooftops
Looking down
It's nothing but a graveyard
No fucking life no fucking scene
This ain’t a place where you dare to dream
We see it now its smoke and mirrors
Our broken future couldn’t be any
clearer
You know we’re never heard you know
we’re under wraps
What's it gonna take to put us on the map
They rope you in we're breaking out
This island won’t hold me down
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4. |
Look Up
02:49
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Look up
The storm is gone and there’s
no more clouds
Look up
The hard times are gone for now
Look up
We never know what tomorrow will bring
Look up
Look up Look up Yeah
Look up Look up Yeah
This goes out to all the places we’ve been
To all the friends we’ve made to all the
next of kin
The ones who made the blaring sounds
From the West Coast to Camden Town
I won’t pretend like I know your pain
I can only play you my guitar and sing
With hope that it will lift a weight
From the shoulders of the broken and
the hearts that sink
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5. |
Murder Town
01:56
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This place is a murder town
It drags a person down
Murder town
I canceled my subscription
To your way of strife
I penciled my prescriptions
To a new way of life
A unique situation
Nowhere is our home
Call it liberation
On the road, you’re never alone
You’re never alone
Oh yeah oh yeah
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6. |
Don't Look Back
01:42
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Tales at the bar
From the regular drinkers
With their pints of fosters
And a dash of lime
They’ll re-live the past
If you give them the time
From the days of football
Through to the petty crimes
Don’t look back
Don’t look back
You’re not going that way
A Saturday tradition
Yet to be broken
In their button down shirts
And three stripe shoes
Filling out another betting slip
To beat the blues
Old habits die hard
But that’s no excuse
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7. |
Johnny Aggro
01:39
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Johnny Aggro doesn’t wanna wake up
Johnny Aggro doesn’t like the AM
Johnny Aggro’s head’s throbbing again
Johnny please get out of bed
Johnny Aggro doesn’t wanna wake up
Late nights make the morning seem tough
Get a job and work to the top
Or be like Johnny and live in the pub
Johnny Johnny Johnny
Get up
Johnny Johnny Johnny
Please Get up
Johnny Johnny Johnny
It’s just another day it’ll be alright
Johnny Aggro’s getting sick of this shit
We all know when he gets
sick of this shit
He’ll start getting aggressive again
I wonder how he obtained that name
Johnny’s starting to question himself
What if the fruities don’t lead to wealth?
What if the lager is bad for his health?
Johnny don’t want no more
holes in his belt
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8. |
Bowling Green Lane
03:05
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I’ve got my headphones in and
I can see what’s going on
I won’t take them out ‘cause I can do
without the fuss
Why does this happen every time
that I travel
Every time I’m on the last bus
The scream of the girl with her heels
in her hand
And her optimistic fella that thinks he’s
got the chat
Going ‘round smashing bottles trying to
impress her
Does she really think he’s all that?
Bowling Green Lane’s a place you don’t
wanna be alone
If it’s a packed out ride I think I’d rather
walk home
Don’t look around keep
your eyes locked
on your phone
‘Cause Bowling Green Lane’s a place you
don’t wanna be alone
I’ve got a twenty in my wallet and it’s
pissing down with rain
Gotta funny feeling I’ll need
the right change
This matey behind me is getting
proper feisty
Is this really happening again?
One drink too many and
he’s struggling to think
Yapping in my ear and it’s becoming
such a pain
Agitations rising, fists begin to tighten
Welcome to Bowling Green Lane
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9. |
Dover Street
02:06
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Meet on Dover Street
Meet on Dover Street
When there’s nowhere left for us to go
We’ll meet on Dover Street
When you need a sense of belonging
And there ain’t no one around
Whether it’s night or day
Drums and guitar are the only sound
It’s hard to keep your head up
When life seems so bleak
But this is a place
Where the soul can live for free
It’s just a Basement of a church
It's damp and it’s dark
But we keep it warm
With the fire from our hearts
Look out to the harbour
Smooth sand across the beach
You can see the outside world
Nothing's out of reach
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10. |
J.S.A.
02:35
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Clock strikes quarter to nine
We’re all stood outside waiting in the line
She says “Good morning, what’s your name?”
“My name’s Sid Ryan I’ve got a meeting to attend”
“Thank you very much if you could take a seat
They’ll be over in a minute to
explain the scheme”
Why you can’t get a job and where you
should belong
But how can’t they see
Surrounded by all kinds of people from
the over qualified to those who’ve crumbled
Pregnant teens, suit and ties, yet they’re
still to realise
We’re teaching the industrials ways
When the workplace has moved to a
different age
Still say yes and still agree
One day they’ll seek creativity
Who would’ve thought I’d end up here
My plans, intentions,
JSA had no mention
Who would’ve thought I’d end up here
My future, intentions,
JSA had no mention
The only advice I ever received
Was from a man in a shirt so tight he
couldn’t breathe
Shouting the odds ‘cause he’s seen it all before
Just another drop out that ain’t got a cause
Looked me up and down with a mocking grin
And said “Listen here nipper this is where
we’ll begin…”
“You’ll have better luck as a funeral director
Than playing in a band that doesn’t matter
Think of the long term and where
you want to be
‘Cause your plan holds no guarantees”
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11. |
Monsters
02:42
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Lights out, tucked in
Oh great they’re back again
Lights on, look around
Do you feel better now?
That jacket on my desk looks
awfully like a silhouette
Monsters under my bed
No sleep, tough luck
My head won’t shut the fuck up
Stay up late with caution
‘Til I collapse with exhaustion
Now now don’t be scared
It’s all up there in your head
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12. |
On The Radar
03:07
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They know where you’ve been
They know what you’ve seen
They store everything on you
To which you never agreed
Careful what you say
Careful what you browse
Careful read those T&C’s
Your privacy’s not aloud
Fuck you get out of my life
The radar never sleeps
The radar has no doubts
The radar detects all the things
That we can’t live without
Paper to plastic
They’ll trace it all
Every single mouse click and
Every phone call
Big brother is watching you
The police state knows
your every move
You can fight but prepare to lose
You’ll be back in line with
the rest of us fools
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