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Mount Crushmore
01:41
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A position like this is not an opportunity to tell people to kick each other for your amusement
This crowd you abuse is not a personal play thing that was made to stroke your ego
Just because you get to stand there at the podium and get to bark orders at everyone does not mean that you’ve achieved here
You are only human and you cannot command these people, that platform is an honour, please don’t take it for granted
Don’t be that man
Your wretched opinions are like a disease that preys on the weak and burrows deep into the core
An infection of the mind from a small-minded human that relies on the generosity of other people
Their support and admiration is a thing you must earn and your posturing is something that will not go very far
At least look like you care about the people in this room and give them the respect that they offer in return
Confront your insecurities and make the effort with the people in this room who made you what you are
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Macarena Murder Party
02:02
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My ears are alight
So turn that fucking shit off
I can’t believe you’d want to hear the same fucking songs on repeat every hour while you’re trying to do a job
An incessant repetitive soulless mess, boring into your mind and taking valuable space
An infection of ear-worms you cannot extract, a moment you’ll remember for all the wrong reasons
Distant memories of terrible melodies you’ve never enjoyed that latch onto your soul
My ears are alight
So turn that fucking shit off
Just when you think you’ve escaped you have to attend a place where it all comes flooding back with painful consequence
Distant members of your family dredge their broken fucking bodies out of the function room seats and onto the dance floor
They demand you come and join them and you have to grin and bear it for another god damn session of horrible monotony
The melodies continue to embed themselves into your very being and refuse to let go
My ears are alight
So turn that fucking shit off
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Knucklevision
01:11
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God damn I’ve done it again, I’ve gone and fucked it up
Hit that sucker and I’m in pain, I’ve fucking had enough
Can I get through a single day, without an injury
My body makes a stand to tell me no, at least this century
Always manage to make the same mistake, I’m a walking disaster
It’s time for me to get the fuck out of here, gotta do it faster, a come on
God damn
A mother fucker
All right
Writhing around on the bathroom floor, cursing like hell
Who the fuck am I screaming at, it’s my own fault I fell
Oh fuck
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Jesus Sells, Pizza Saves
01:21
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Haven’t you got sick of standing in the rain to try and enlist people to join your little club?
A depressing crowd of commuter woe who couldn’t care less and would rather be somewhere else
He doesn’t give a shit and neither do I
Ignored by every god damn passer-by
This herd mentality that you feel you must abide is a sad excuse to cover up selflessness
Why not accept the person you really are and act for yourself and forget everyone else?
He doesn’t give a shit and neither do I
Ignored by every god damn passer-by
If your friend cared that much about your worth would he really even care that you bother with these people?
Wasting your life in the freezing cold as mass-produced leaflets are slowly destroyed by the weather
He doesn’t give a shit and neither do I
Ignored by every god damn passer-by
He doesn’t give a shit and neither do I
You’ve never even looked me in the eye
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5. |
Bullet (Misfits Cover)
01:35
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Cranstøn London, UK
Shit band, no fans. A noisy bastard from London who does big shouts and big riffs.
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