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SMD
02:57
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Dancing on tables the wayward head of your corporate conga line
You remind me of
A buffet of bullshit
A plethora of dickhead
Is there something stuck in your throat?
I hope you choke on it
Suck my dick
Lick the tip
I hope you choke on your chocker words
Block knocked off socked them not
You gluttonous fucker encounter a nutter at the bar
He put your head through the table you were dancing on he didn't like your pina colada
Hubris is all you see
And now your eyes bleed epiphany
Love it
Picking all the splinters out of your frontal lobe and oh the pain
Would be understandable if people thought you had a brain
And then you writhe till you die it was driving you insane
He didn't like being caught in your reign
Remembered that you did exist
Nothing more but maybe less it's
Sad and I know how to say this
I'm just glad I never had to suck on his dick
Hubris is all you see
And now your eyes bleed epiphany
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2. |
Glossy Cabbage Men
03:20
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Family and children running from her reputation burning
What you teach should they be learning?
Fast as you can fast as you can
Women and the youngsters last report this sinking ship before it's
All over the shiny pull out gossip centre fold of The Sun
Look at her she got so fat and there she is out of rehab
Give them a week they'll send her back all
Wrapped in a bow, do you all know?
Media control the public social networks advertise it
Adorable you think you have view on it that's you own
Don't want to be the
Tear struck face on your glossy magazine
Paparazzi pick the perfect pose to plaster pervert and propose
To slander everything so just take it slow
one more thing before I do there is something I must tell you
we interrupt this song with a message from our sponsor so
I will keep on singing as if I know how the songs goes
End at the beginning and then start where everyone knows how it goes
Don't want to be the
Tear struck face on your glossy magazine
What a world where parents send their children out into the water
Maybe their land is no longer safe
What a world where we can sit and gawk at those who need our service
I am calling out your lack of space
Don't want to be the reason your crying
Don't want to be the reason you're dying inside
If you're all wet lettuces
Then I am the glossy cabbage man
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Mate
03:16
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You got a degree in psychology
So you can tell I don't like your company
I'd be fine if you didn't try
To patronise
It's not just your education
That's giving me this mood inflammation
It's your constant quoting of Freud
And the fact that his methods you do employ
You know he was an addict and sexist
High on opiates and Oedipus complexes
I'm sure he was great in his time
But now he's dated so please just stop trying
You fucking know-it-all
And from rooftops you ball
Knowledge I've got it, you want a fact
That's what I'm all about
I say, get your head out
You think you've won I see you dancing round with jubilation
But only cos you want an argument from conversation
I'm trying to be civil, try to lessen confrontation
But I've had enough of your anecdotes so
Picking debates because you hate the situation
Picking fights because you like the stimulation
Mouth bigger than your brain watching you complain
When you lose cos the truth goes and rules you out
You fucking know-it-all
And from rooftops you ball
Knowledge I've got it, you want a fact
That's what I'm all about
I say, get your head out
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4. |
What's Up?
02:36
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What's up?
Have you finally got sick of us?
Do you need a change of pace?
Face it I need to do a better job
Take care
I'm taking care of it
Something good will happen
But only if I make it
My love
From your eyes remove the wool
Making successes of ourselves is
Difficult
Does it say something how you prefer the steps and
I the slight incline?
Will you be waiting for me when I get there and will you
still think me worth your time?
And the future so unknown it is getting to us
Feeling scared and alone but we don't make a fuss
I don't care for seeing you wrapped up in stress
I don't mind that you're busy I don't mind your mess
It's just when you don't talk to me and you don't talk to your mum
We can feel you trying to keep it all in a bottle but it's having none
Feeling scared and alone and it isn't any fun
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The girl you want or the boy you're needing
They never notice when you are leaving
You want them to be yours
But they think you're a bore
And all the people going round
Tell you to hit the floor
People talking attitude you're
Fucking in the other room
Down it, why don't you down it
Come on, come on consume
You'll never find him or her at the bottom of a bottle
Your chosen poison is your courage for the fucking throttle
You throw up on their mouth
And it's tastes twice as sour
When you find out that they
Swallowed it locked in pure desire
People talking attitude you're
Fucking in the other room
Down it, why don't you down it
Come on, come on consume
You want to know why your hips are a jiving
They're being pushed by pulled by Brian
He saw you going down on bloody Tony Brown
And now he think he's got a chance with you
No don't
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