1. |
Party's Over
03:05
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When the party’s over
For the last time
Run out of beer
On bad wine
Now I’m tired
Race is run
It’s all over
Damage is done
Race is run
Damage is done
Start it all over
One more time
Endless drinks
On white lines
No one's tired
Race is over
Before it's begun
Damage is done
Race is over
Damage is done
Party’s over
Race is run
It’s all over
Before it’s begun
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2. |
White Riot
02:10
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Voices keep on fading
It’s white riot’s
Final stages
These curtains
Needed drawing
Your white riot’s
Fucking boring
These sands never wanted
Your print in the dust
These times never needed
Your hands adding to the rust
Deal it
Deal it
Deal it
Voices keep on fading
It’s white riot’s
Final stages
These curtains
Needed drawing
Your white riot’s
Fucking boring
These sands never wanted
Your print in the dust
These times never needed
Your hands adding to the rust
Deal it
Deal it
Deal it
Riot
Pressure
Pressure
Riot
Your open
Hands
My closed
Fist
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3. |
Teenage Nightmare
02:53
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This must be the place that I have seen
In the darkest corner of the darkest dream
And as the clouds swallow me
The storm descends on our colony
See things from the other side
See things from a
Teenage
Nightmare
Teenage
Nightmare
And as the walls start closing in
They’ll find others to repent their sins
And as the clouds swallow me
It won’t matter what I believe
See things from the other side
See things from a
Teenage
Nightmare
Teenage
Nightmare
Teenage
Teenage
Nightmare
Nightmare
Teenage
Teenage
Nightmare
Nightmare
Nightmare
Nightmare
Nightmare
Nightmare
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4. |
Crystal Cave
01:57
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Holding ground
Holding court
Hold my beer
Getting bored
A small door
To a cave
Full of crystal
And frozen waves
Deeper still
Darkened falls
Dancing mammals
On the wall
Noone to call
Noone to call
Noone to call
Fire flickers
Cavemen fight
Shot of vodka
Lost my bike
Stalactites
Whiskey shots
Speech is slowed
Descend is not
Emerald
These cold walls
Getting deeper
On all fours
Noone to call
Noone to call
Noone to call
Voice in your head starts to say
This was the last time you saw the light of day
Voice in your head starts to say
This was the last time you saw the light of day
Noone to call
Noone to call
Got noone to call
Noone to call
Noone to call
Noone to call
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5. |
Empty Quarter
03:39
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Stranded in the empty quarter
Run out of food and water
Stranded out here alone
But in a mirage I see home
And I cannot find my caravan
Lost it in the shifting sands
Stranded out in the desert
Stranded out by the firs
Stranded out by the park
Stranded out after dark
And I cannot find my caravan
Lost it in the shifting sands
And the sweat it stings my eyes
Empty quarter running dry
Stranded in the empty quarter
I’m stranded in the empty quarter
And I cannot find my caravan
Lost it in the shifting sands
And the sweat it stings my eyes
Empty quarter running dry
Stranded in the empty quarter
Stranded in the empty quarter
Stranded in the empty quarter
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6. |
TV Cult
01:47
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Well everyone’s given up
Have I said too much
Everything tastes like shit
Crawl home escape it
I can’t form my own opinion
Fall in TV’s dominion
I’m from nowhere at all
Ireland France Senegal
Names mean nothing to me
Foreign rich Bill Murray
These labels never end
Straight married just pretend
Names mean nothing to me
Cos I’m stuck in my TV
Cos I’m stuck in my TV
Cos I’m stuck in my TV
I’m from nowhere at all
Ireland France Senegal
Names mean nothing to me
Foreign rich Bill Murray
These labels never end
Straight married just pretend
Names mean nothing to me
Cos I’m stuck in my TV
TV Cult
TV Cult
TV Cult
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7. |
Supplicant
03:01
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Our time was taken
In no time at all
Foundations shaken
Pushed against the wall
Our will was broken
In no time at all
Foundations shaken
Up against the wall
Humbled
I am humbled
I lay my hands down
Lay my hands down
Someone something disappears
Someone something drawing near
Someone something disappears
Someone something drawing near
Humbled
I am humbled
I lay my hands down
Lay my hands down
I feel another
Again and again
A burning smell
It's still the same
I am humbled
I lay my hands down
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8. |
Oubliette
04:27
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I’m gonna throw you in my oubliette
Working hard so you forget
I’m gonna throw you in my oubliette
What’s to me another thousand dead
But my friends
My friends
My friends
But my friends
My friends
All my fucking friends
Are in the castle keep
Are all in the castle keep
I’m gonna throw you in my oubliette
Working hard so you forget
I’m gonna throw you in my oubliette
What’s to me another thousand dead
But my friends
My friends
My friends
But my friends
My friends
All my fucking friends
Are in the castle keep
Are all in the castle keep
I’m gonna throw you in my oubliette
Working hard so you forget
I’m gonna throw you in my oubliette
What’s to me another thousand dead
My friends
My friends
My friends
All my friends
All my friends are dead
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9. |
Hong Kong Song
02:33
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This is the future
This is the past
Sense of containment
That always lasts
These urban mountains
Fake plastic trees
Acrid smoke descends
That’ll never leave
So what do you want from me
Another false prophecy
You’ve read the words
You heard the sound
As hopeful billboards
Were taken down
Lost in a forest
Trapped in the woods
Sense of isolation
In your neighborhood
So what do you want from me
Another false prophecy
This is the future
This is the past
Sense of containment
That will always last
So what do you want from me
Another false prophecy
Axl has never believed
In Chinese democracy
This is the future
This is the past
This is the future
This is the past
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10. |
Running Man
03:30
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Label me I’ll label you
Cos that’s what labels do
Unpacked a box full of names
Empty boxes all look the same
Every cut causes pain
Time heals wounds
But the scars remain
I am the running man
Taking from you when I can
Follow me I’ll follow you
Cos that’s what followers do
Winds always change
Tides will turn
A new forest is growing to burn
No matter what I say or sing
None of these words mean a thing
I am the running man
Taking from you what I can
Failed to keep my cool which I never had
Hard to get rid of my father’s son
Just walk away & never come back
No need to hide unless I cease to run
I won’t cease to run
I am the running man
I am the running man
I am the running man
I am the running man
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