1. |
Dry Ice
03:20
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Fire escape vapour
Tommy Girl and sweat and hairspray
Stomach is pulsing
It's a disco convulsion
And we're moving down
The crush of the warm crowd
Twitch in the strobe light
Spin in the dry ice
Pull on your good jeans
You are the queen of the freak scene
Chips on the night bus
Sick on your new shoes but what a buzz
And we're moving down
The crush of the warm crowd
Twitch in the strobe light
Spin in the dry ice
disco convulsion
disco convulsion
disco convulsion
disco convulsion
And we're moving down
The crush of the warm crowd
Twitch in the strobe light
Spinning spinning spinning in the dry ice
And we're moving down
The crush of the warm crowd
Twitch in the strobe light
Spin in the dry ice
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2. |
Cock of the Fifth Year
02:54
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Here comes Johnny taking over the pavement
All overblown and overgrown and grandiose
He was the cock of the fifth year and look at him now
He's a wanker in a Parka staring everyone out
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Who says you get to push to the front, mate
You're all shovey and grabby and me me me me
You were the cock of the fifth year and look at you now
You're that arsehole in the chippy with a one-volume mouth
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
It's just the sense of entitlement
He's a LinkedIn narcissist
He's a hipster capitalist
He's a self-proclaimed philanthropist
He's a Tinder predator
He's a keyboard warrior
He's a conspiracy theorist
He's a humourless henchman
He's an insecure copper
He's a sociopathic CEO
He's a furious nice guy
He's a furious nice guy
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3. |
Life Is A Wave
04:12
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Coffins snap shut
Sooner than you expect
What's left
When the land that you glimpsed as a kid
Through a gap in the clouds
Evaporates now
As you pick at the scabs of regret
Life is a wave
Life is a wave
It's only when your world stops turning
That you can see what you had
All those ladders
That turned out to be snakes
The times you were blinded by the strip light migraines
If you dwell on the swivel chair years
That went by in a blur of bad decisions
They say there's a lesson in that
But is there
Or is life just a wave
Bright green on a black screen
It carries your weight
Then breaks
Life is a wave
Bright green on a black screen
It carries your weight
Then breaks
Then breaks
It's only when the world stops turning
That you can see what you had
A vast expanse of love
And pain that vows to drown you
The big questions
The small hours
And a frustrating lack of answers
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4. |
Medication Nation
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5. |
I'm a White Hot Blade
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6. |
Gorge (Oh Well)
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7. |
Level Sedentary
04:29
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Got no inclination to drag myself out of my bed
Caught in glue trap gnawing at my leg
I'm flattened on my belly
Staring at the telly
Oprah, Ricki, Jerry
I'm sedentary
Got no inspiration fizzing in my empty glass
Somehow I always miss my motivation class
I'm flattened on my belly
Flat like February
Bed like a mortuary
I'm sedentary
Security smothers me
It doesn't know its own strength
And I, I, I, oh I can't breathe
That's my level
I'm leaden, I'm tethered, I'm levelled out
That's my level
I'm leathered, unleavened, I'm levelled out
I'm Vonnegut I'm Plath, I'm Proust, I'm Bonnie Grape, I'm Charlie Brown
Sometimes I want to sleep forever
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8. |
Big Nasty Palpitations
03:22
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The weak are the meat that the strong eat
The poor are the meat that the rich eat
Power's a drug
Money's a bluff
It's all made up
We slide into dystopia
Clawing at the tilting glass
Our friends are going under
Big nasty palpitations
Coping mechanisms failing
The blood on their hands is congealing
And layering
Everyone's numb
Big red button
Under his thumb
We slide into dystopia
Clawing at the tilting glass
Our friends are going under
Big nasty palpitations
Everyone's numb
Big red button
Under his thumb
Power's a drug
Money's a bluff
It's all corrupt
We slide into dystopia
Clawing at the tilting glass
Our friends are going under
Big nasty palpitations
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9. |
Leaf Thin
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10. |
What Happens Now?
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