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Good Morning
01:31
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Things you can’t say
In the morning
On TV
Fuck my cunt
Shut up slut
Pussy ass bitch
Stab a snitch
Things you can’t say
In the morning
On TV
Ram my arsehole
Sloppy blowjob
Shit is fucked up
Knob of butter
Things you can’t say
In the morning
On TV
There’s a whole dictionary
Available to me
I am deeply sorry
There should be equity
Fight the power
Black Lives Matter
Let’s use science and reason
Vaccinate this flu season
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3. |
Pound of Flesh
03:34
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This rumble in my gut
Means that I am hungry
There’s lots of food I know
But none of it’s for me
I need my pound of flesh
To get me through the day
I’ve found a pound of flesh
But something’s in the way
This rumble in my throat
Means that I am hungry
You have a lot I know
But you keep it all from me
I need my pound of flesh
To get me through the day
I’ve found a pound of flesh
But something’s in the way
It is rules, and it is locks,
It is walls, and it is cops
Who pull out all the stops
We all had a chat
Now we’re here out on the street
Our hunger can be solved
If it’s the rich we eat
I need my pound of flesh
To get me through the day
I’ve found a pound of flesh
And it is called fair pay
But you are in our way
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4. |
Semiprecious
02:31
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Live my life
Out on the road
Between cities
Pulling loads
Window down
Breeze in my face
As I travel
From place to place
I’m into transport
So let me move you
As each day dawns
It’s a hole new story
I think about this
Morning glory
Out to a truck stop
Is where I’ll go
Unload in my mouth
Your semiprecious cargo
I’m into transport
So let me move you
I’m on my knees
So put it through
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Kanye West
You are the best
At doing things
That we detest
Elon Musk
In you we trust
To get involved
And send it bust
Just because you’re famous doesn’t make you right
Gwyneth Paltrow
You’re in the know
You can cure all ills
While making dough
Matt Damon
Are you having fun?
At the reigns
On the crypto bandwagon
Just because you’re famous doesn’t make you right
Madonna is the one to beat in this dominion
“Listen, everyone is entitled to my opinion.”
Kanye West
You are the best
At doing things
That we detest
Just because you’re famous doesn’t make you right
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6. |
Work Force
03:44
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Where’s your work ethic
This is fucking pathetic
Don’t leave the building
You might die
The sun rises
On a brand new day
100% is not enough
You really need to push
Hit your KPI
Or you might die
The sun rises
On a brand new day
Wake from your slumber
And put your dreams away
Don’t look back now
At the years you’ve lent
Head to the prison
Where all your life is spent
If you don’t earn you can’t spent
If you don’t spend you can’t live
Put your back into it
Or we might let you die
Targets
Bottom line
Cut backs
That’s the fucking last straw
Now I’m out the door
Cram your fucking job mate
Can’t take this no more
I might have a life but
Have I ever lived?
Outside is cold horror
But that’s better than here
Anything’s better than here
Won’t take this no more
Maybe now I’ll live
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7. |
Two Minutes Too Long
01:53
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Over a number of years he captured his view of the world. Of how the workers would be the agent and instrument of the final revolution in history. A truly utopian socialist commune. And so a groundbreaking manifesto was penned. With the people now given a chance, Karl Marx could finally return to his true concern;
Everybody wants to suck my penis
But they just keep on doing it wrong
Looking out at the water he reflects on the advances in science that have brought him here. Questions about mankind itself. Maybe on these islands, untouched by man, could Charles Darwin discover the answer to the conundrum that plagued him;
Everybody wants to suck my penis
But they do it for two minutes too long
Finally he’d had enough. After a lengthy negotiation, and a few billion dollars later, he stood in the foyer of his new acquisition. With the social media platform finally liberated. With free speach returned. Elon Musk could ask the question he had so far been prevented from asking;
Everybody wants to suck my penis
But they just keep on doing it wrong
Everybody wants to suck my penis
But they do it for two minutes too long
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8. |
God Save the King
01:03
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God Save The King
Because the King is fucking old
Now he’s in charge
They keep their stranglehold
Now where are those things you did do, in that time when you were just you?
Is that stuff still as important, or is its loss irrelevant?
God save the King
Because the King, he fucking sucks
With the top job
Now he’s not another schmuck
I don’t suppose that you remember back when you were a contender
Living in your Mother’s shadow wondering when you get your go.
Get your go.
You should go.
Pack your bags and go.
Or we overthrow.
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9. |
(Who Rules) Junktown
02:43
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Can’t you just mind your own shit
And maybe calm down for a bit?
Get a sunnier disposition
Your shitting me with your fucking opinion
Blue for boys and pink for girls
For some reason it’s a rule of the world
But colours don’t give a shit, actually
What’s going on with your anatomy
You don’t need to explain it to me.
Your the one trapped in antiquity
You think your position irrefutable
Because your sources are inscrutable
But bringing in facts is just unfair
Your ideas are based on something you were told once somewhere
I don’t need you to explain it to me.
It’s not like you’ve thought about this honestly
Have you ever questioned how you’re constructed?
Or are your views as you were instructed?
This edifice is not nature
It’s more like legislature
Don’t you get it, genders not a spectrum
It is more like a fucking revelation
I don’t need you to explain it to me
Don’t matter if you agree
Fuck off
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Innuendon't
02:05
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I’ve got my style, so I’m not a poser
I’m quite popular, so I’m not a loner
I am ahead, so I’m not a loser
I’m on the pulse, so I’m not a stoner
There’s a lot of us who do it round here
I’m not pretentious, but I am a wanker
I might follow rules, but I’m no pettifogger
I won’t flatter you, but I am an ass-kisser
I’m going slow, but I’m not a geezer
There’s a lot of us who do it round here
You can park out back and enter through the rear
It is allowed, you know, there’s nothing to fear
You can park out back and enter through the rear
There’s a lot of us who do it round here
You can park out back and enter through the rear
Enter through the rear
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11. |
Big Dick Energy
01:03
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Look at me what do you see
It’s because I am so manly
And great at philanthropy
Eating meat all day must surely be healthy
This is Big Dick Energy
I have Big Dick Energy
It’s not a monopoly
Just a great opportunity
To join my society
And our big dick philosophy
So you see a big dick is me
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Potassium keeps the cells talking
Oxycodone keeps me walking
Furosemide eases the pressure
Tadalafil and Bosentan for hypertension
Don’t buy wants
Don’t buy thrills
I spend all my
Money on pills
Missing one
Certainly kills
I spend all my
Money on pills
Hydrocholorothiazide for swelling
Apixaban keeps my blood flowing
Amioderone keeps my beat regular
Panamax because well whatever
Don’t buy wants
Don’t buy thrills
I spend all my
Money on pills
Missing one
Certainly kills
I spend all my
Money on pills
Or they could take my insides away
It could happen any day
Heart, lungs and kidney would be replaced
Has a 50% chance success rate
Entresto makes my heart succeed
Spironalactone makes me pee
Allopurinol holds the gout at bay
Depo-Ralvera keeps the children away
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13. |
Caise
02:34
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Goin to a party
Randy as a dog in heat
Over in the corner
Your’e the kind of guy I’d like to eat.
See you look’n over,
Grow’n lost of stubble
Reminds me of a beard I once saw
In a porno double trouble
Caise, I think I need a blow job
Caise, I think I need a blow job
Guess I got so drunk I
vomited on you myself
So put your member in my mouth
And nurse me back to health
Caise did you a favor
Now you must return it good
So get down on your knees
And suck me like I know you should
Caise, I think I need a blow job
Caise, I think I need a blow job
Caise, I think I need a blow job
Caise, you owe me one blow job
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14. |
Pragmatic Attack
02:36
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Punch, punch, punch
Let those fists fly
Hit, hit, hit
Make those eyes cry
Throw, throw, throw
Chuck those bricks far
Split, split, split
They won’t get us
That’s pragmatic
So pragmatic
Pragmatic, it’s
Pushing you back
Punch, punch, punch
Let those fists fly
Hit, hit, hit
Make those eyes cry
Throw, throw, throw
Chuck those bricks far
Split, split, split
They won’t get us
That’s pragmatic
So pragmatic
Pragmatic, it’s
Taking our world back
Punch, punch, punch
Hit, hit, hit
Throw, throw, throw
Split, split, split
We’re emphatic
And fanatic
Not lethargic
Anarchistic
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15. |
The Duality of Man
03:49
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I am an individual
No one can tell me what to do
I know my own mind
I can manage my own time
Do not question what the algorithm says
Just accept that the algorithm knows best
Zeroes and ones don’t know me
Or what I really want to be
Though I do quite like these clips
And this lady with the big tits
Do not question what the algorithm says
Just accept that the algorithm knows best
Do not question
These suggestions
My time on this Earth’s finite
So then why is every night
Spent trawling through that days feed
Watching as the hours recede
Do not question what the algorithm says
Just accept that the algorithm knows best
Please sign in
So we can
Keep watch on
All you do
They said these were just for me
Then why do I feel empty
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16. |
That Cyclical Feeling
06:43
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They tell us feeling blue
Is not that good for you
I’d hate to break the news
But it’s not something that we choose
In my heart there is just ice
If it melts the sacrifice
Is not that I am feeling nice
But more exposed to every vice
In the darkness of my head
My mind is consumed by dread
A hollow being lives in my stead
Still does enough to win that bread
Coming
Going
Repeat
Repeat
They tell us that feeling blue
Is really not that good for you
I’d hate to break the news
But it’s not something that we choose
In my heart there is just ice
If it melts the sacrifice
Is not that I am feeling nice
But more exposed to every vice
In the darkness of my head
My mind is consumed by dread
A hollow being lives in my stead
Still does enough to win that bread
Coming
Going
Take me
Entropy
They tell us that feeling blue
In my heart there is just ice
In the darkness of my head
Is really not that good for you
If it melts the sacrifice
My mind is consumed by dread
I’d hate to break the news
Is not that I am feeling nice
A hollow being lives in my stead
But it’s not something that we choose
But more exposed to every vice
Still does enough to win that bread
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