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Birds that Prey
03:46
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Hey! There are birds of prey on the wing
And they will be here soon to peck your eyes out
And shit on your head and build nests in your hair
Beaking off with no respect
Talons slice right through your neck
When they will come
They will come in flocks of multitudes and scores
Scraping the skies with wings of death and fear
And fear will be their name
Laying siege on tranquil farms
Tiny towns hear no alarms
Flapping their wings, wanting to rest
Laying their eggs inside your nest
Singing their songs, clapping their hands
With all their heads buried in sand.
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2. |
Lie (Album Version)
04:09
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Now in the morning when you wake up
Would you prefer to have the first cup?
It’s not so easy when you’re empty
To be brimmed over with a Lie.
And there is one thing to remember
The engine drives poor with a stripped gear
It’s not so easy when you’re broken
To cover up your dirty Lie.
The doctor’s in now he will see you
Just climb up on this plastic bed now
Take off all your clothes and makeup
Let him see your pretty Lie.
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3. |
Beating in Sodom
06:30
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There are hearts beating in Sodom
Judge not lest you shall also be judged
Love has been poured out on Gomorrah
Refuse not dishes laid on God’s table
Those who live for Christ and cross on bible-bended knee
Would condemn the heathen throng for their generosity
And those with pagan pride
And your precious open minds
Burning crosses with your scorn,
Scornful condescending times
I sit high on an ivory throne, perched over my own stool
I heard the call to love you all but hate’s such tempting fuel.
There are hearts beating in Sodom
Judge not lest you shall also be judged
Love has been poured out on Gomorrah
Refuse not dishes laid on God’s table.
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4. |
The Only Angst I Have
06:06
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There’s a song that’s been written about every issue
About every nation gone to war
There’s still people dying and bastards flying their bombs
But the only angst I have is that I haven’t got any
I guess I’m not punk enough, I don’t give a fuck about
All that’s wrong with this world
What’s the use of righteous rage? I ain’t no wise old sage, there’s no cure
And the only angst I have is that I haven’t got any
The only angst I have is that I don’t have any angst
They say for every problem, there is a solution
But there’s also the fine print:
We live in evolution- destructive solution, fatal cure
And the only angst I have is that I haven’t got any
I remember words from my brother:
That, in the end, ignorance is bliss
You can’t hold back a tidal wave, the future can’t be saved from itself
So the only angst I have is that I haven’t got any
No, the only angst I have is that I don’t have any angst.
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5. |
Follow Yer Leader Dead
03:19
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Heed the battle call tonight
Wave your flags all soaked with pride
You’ll feel it when your lips are burning
You’ll feel it when the heads are turning
Hail to the god of the night
Raise your hands in broad daylight
You’ll feel it when your souls are burning
You’ll feel it when your guts are churning
Inside in you, inside in your heart
This war shall not be denied
Grip your swords with sheer delight
You’ll do just what the general’s calling
You’ll see it when the heads are falling off
Take the glory and the blame
Drive a stake right through your claim
You’ll get it at a public mauling
You’ll get it when the skies are falling
On your shoulders, on your shoulders
We don’t fuck around
It’s not a game we play
Well it’s the real thing, baby
Put your head down on the ground
We’re gonna take it off
With one swift stroke now
One swift stroke down.
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She’s the one whose pleasures can’t afford to hide away from all the glory
They rule the world with locks & curls
They bend & twirl in fancy pearls
And when they move, they make the rules
They size you up, they’re one size down
The rule the world with locks & curls
They play the game, they look the same, they make the rules
She’s the one whose pleasures can’t afford to hide away from all the glory
Ribbons & lace, all bust & legs
They cut & paste, make up a face
They rule the world with locks & curls
With airbrushed looks on glossy books they’ll bring you down
And then it’s all downhill from there
They rule the world with golden hair
She’s the one whose pleasures can’t afford to hide away from all the glory.
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7. |
The Left Wing
05:42
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Let’s go down in style, in a glory blaze
Let’s show ‘em who’s boss (well, it sure isn’t me)
Let’s burn down their homes, let’s cut down their trees
Let’s steal all their gold, bring them to their knees
My god, you pack punch in such purdy ways
Your heat score’s so high, well except for today
Let’s shed some good blood, let’s get some scrapes
Let’s let it all go, and make no mistake:
We all want to burn, we’re waiting our turn
There’s room for us all
Shall we write a song to commemorate
Let’s write us a tune to honour our death
And we’ll sing it while on the killing floor,
We’ll dance in the blood of our no-refund past
We all want to burn, we’re waiting our turn
Well, there’s room for us all in the left wing of hell.
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8. |
Wages of Sin
04:30
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For food and flesh and keep, my love
I’ll cower and beg for your whip
To own and hold and keep me, love
My sinister heart will bleed for you
I’m cold and mean with a candy sheen, it’s all my fault.
(Stupid bitch/Fucking prick, I’m sick of all your bullshit and all of this
Keep your shit, drop the shitty headtrips, let’s get on with this)
Despite your beauties plainly borne
It’s your void that keeps me warm
So I hold you in contempt
Suckle the life out your left breast
To fill my hole, this gaping hole of a soul
C’mon baby, open up to me
Let me inside for free
I poured out my heart for you
Yeah, all that came out was a drop or two
Now you been screwed by a thing called love
Well, that’s my song for everyone
The wage of sin is death and knowledge and overtime
And over time the weight and world of loss is tallied, so begins the horror
Suffer, suffer little children, you are the heirs
To all the world’s exquisite torments and heavy petty cares
Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why?
(Whine, whine, whine).
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9. |
The Iron Wall
03:48
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The closing of the curtain announced on New Year’s Day
Our bodies bruised and broken, swathed down like third grade hay
Our objects of infection paraded torn through town
“Deject, or be rejected!” Those bastards bring you down
You know we saw it coming but we were too enthralled
We are each and all now servants behind the iron wall
In severe camps of correction we laboured past bedtime
Friends roasted to perfection, served cold with bloody wine
We woke from crooked slumber under blankets thin and cold
If the devil’s got your number, then this land has got your soul
Just packs of slaughtered cattle, we are herded down the halls
We are each and all still servants behind the iron wall
In the dawn of life’s last shudder, in death’s chokehold embrace
We will muster up the courage to try and leave this place
We saw the ancient glory, we watched our heroes fall
We lived to tell the story behind the iron wall.
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10. |
Lay Shadow
04:03
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You said what you want, you want me to say
All the clouds are a wisp, lay shadow
God of Mercy, God of Quiet
Won’t you lend me your hand?
God of mercy
God of mercy
God have mercy, flood my soul.
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