1. |
twenty breaths a minute
01:42
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I’m not trying to make you like me
Don’t wanna see you smile or just feeling happy
you keep burdening my mind
with all of those meaningless little things
This time I will not stay up for the sunrise
up for the sunrise
When reality breaks illusions
Breaking years of abuse
ouh ouh ouh ouh
ouh ouh ouh ouz
I'm not smarter than I look
I can't see no light at the end of the tunnel
You've got to get away from here
And stop burdening my mind
with all of those meaningless little things
for a minute free of compromise
up for the sunrise
up for the sunrise
When reality breaks illusions
Breaking years of abuse
ouh ouh ouh ouz
ouh ouh ouh ouz
ouh ouh ouh ouz
Twenty breaths a minute
Twenty breaths a minute
Twenty breaths a minute
Twenty breaths a minute
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2. |
don't touch my car
02:19
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i am in possession of invaluable thing in my life
i ain't got nothing most precious to me
i don't talk about the joy of living or my friends or my family
i don't talk about these bullshits because i'm not a hippie
just look at how magnificent she is
lying on the ground
maybe one day you could touch my skin
but you'll never carress her body
this is my car! don't touch my car!
refill it, refill it
i prefer give you my kids, i don't care about the planet
this is my car! don't touch my car!
refill it, refill it
i drive her straight away to the sunset
i like the turbo sucking noise of her engine
and the smell of burning and gasoline
i can't stand peoples who drives small ugly car
we don't belong to the same world, i say to them: éteins tes phares
just look at how magnificent she is
lying on the ground
maybe one day you could touch my skin
but you'll never carress her body
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3. |
landless campesinos
01:54
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You got nothing special
Easily replaced
And I have to make the best
Of each kind of time
I'll get you out of here
Landless campesinos
You'll just give me the money
Landless campesinos
You're rolling the rock up the hill
You're rolling the rock up the hill
While I'm on top
ah ah ah ah ah
She's my cash machine
On the wide side screen
She got something special
But easily replaced
I'll get you out of here
Landless campesinos
We got nothing in common
Landless campesinos
You got something special
Easily replaced
She got something special
But easily replaced
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4. |
spacecraft in the sky
02:43
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Like a big eye in the sky
There was not a sound
Wondering what it was
Wondering what it was
They are on your side
And then they're flying high
Wondering what it was
Wondering what it was
I stop looking down at my feet
Now I'm looking up at the stars
like jimmy carter and mick jagger
saucer sam and ronald reagan
They were looking for a drink?
Were they trying to stole my weed?
I was in the right place
it was such a good time
spacecraft in the sky
spacecraft in the sky
don't give up now that you're doing so well
don't give up now that you're doing so well
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5. |
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you wanna lose weight
kill yourself
Nobody loves you
kill yourself
Don't be a cash cow
kill yourself
you'll die anyway
kill yourself
fight the system
kill yourself
you're already too old
kill yourself
start a revolution
kill yourself
Are you joking?
the world is sick,
we'll all be better off
with one less mouth to feed
you don't have a facebook account
kill yourself
neither twitter
kill yourself
you look ugly
kill yourself
to much talking
kill yourself
no reason to live
kill yourself
you're playing salsa
kill yourself
help the music
kill yourself
help your mother
we don't need you anymore
help the planet kill yourself
we don't need you anymore
help the planet kill yourself
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6. |
melancholy
01:39
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melancholy
over me
at the drinking spree
watching me
as I scrambled
in the dirt
to get to my keys
and I puke
on their feet
vodka
and cranberries
then I felt
a little better
and when you kiss me
it tastes like vomit
I guess you can never really underestimate
how stupid I can be
never really underestimate
how stupid I can be
melancholy
over me
at the drinking spree
watching me
as I scrambled
in the dirt
to get to my keys
it tastes like vomit
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7. |
crossroad
02:10
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Meet me in the dark
I wanna know how to play guitar
Yelling out of tune,
I wanna know how to sing a song
But I done stood at midnight
At every crossroads
Waiting to sell my soul
Wasn't nobody buying
Going up to Rosedale
Wish I can buy new fresh sound
And sell it to the big stinky
Records company
But I done stood at midnight
At every crossroads
Waiting to sell my soul
Wasn't nobody buying
Now I'm condemn
To play these four chords eternally
Now I'm condemn
To punk rock music only
Meet me in the dark
I wanna know how to play sitar
Howling at the night
I wanna know how to write a song
I've come to offer sacrifice
No I've changed my mind
Meet me in the dark
I wanna know how to play guitar
Yelling out of tune,
I wanna know how to sing a song
Now I'm condemn
To play these four chords eternally
Now I'm condemn
To punk rock music only
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8. |
old tennis shoes
02:32
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Don’t need shock absorption system
I'm only me when I wear them
No performance technologies
Or lighter weight materials
Old tennis shoes
Socks loaded with sands
It took time to mold to my feet
So why should I wear new sneakers
They couldn't hurt me
Because I want to look cool,
They couldn't hurt me
Because I want to look good
Old tennis shoes
Socks loaded with sands
The sun goes up and the sun gets down
It's you boy,
You don’t fit me anymore
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9. |
some sweet days
01:25
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Some sweet day I'll put a bullet in my head
Had enough of you
bunch of crooks
No more cash and no more bills
No more pain and no more tricks
I feel like a piece of shit
And mentally defective
Some sweet day I'll put a rope around my neck
Had enough of me
And almost everything
No more love and no more hate
I get wasted day after day
But it's only when I get sober that I remember
Why I fucking started drinking
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10. |
behind the lines
02:26
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Sick, sick, sick I'm not sick of motion
Put the pedal to the metal
Breaking rules never tasted so good
Break break break you know I'm breaking down
Drinking amounts of alcohol
I'll do anything as long as it's wrong
I'm not going to forget
I'll be talking about it on my deathbed
Don't try to read behind the lines
I'm just looking for a fight
Don't try to understand, you never will
Go go go
You know I’ll take my chances
Don't lose myself in romances
I'll stand up and shout for what I want
Red red ready
Io cross the borderline
Inside I feel anger burning
Breaking rules never tasted so good
I'm not going to forget
I'll be talking about it on my deathbed
Don't try to read behind the lines
I'm just looking for a fight
Don't try to understand, you never will
I am born to lose
I’ve tried to be good
But it didn’t work out for me
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11. |
rotating red light
02:34
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Rotating red lights
I am breathing tight
I'm still feeling hight
And my words still to echo in my head
Rotating red lights
No second sight
My stupid words still to echo in my head
And my words still to echo in my head
This wasn't as fun
As I thought it would be
I am sliding down and down
Towards blackness
Not satisfying
Just one more time
One crazy night
Not enough to satisfy my needs
Rotating red lights
Still feeling pretty freakin'
And my words still to echo in my head
And my words still to echo in my head
This wasn't as fun
As I thought it would be
I am sliding down and down
Towards blackness
My feelings are numbs, my senses seem dulled
There are no day, there’s no dates and no more night
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12. |
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I’m drinking beer night after night
But I have no fun
I’ve tried bondage but I forgot my safeword
And it ain’t no fun
I'm not being immature, I’m trying to find a hobby
I only want to have some fun
I’ve tried vegetables and never eat meat
Not a slice of fun
I swam with dolphins in a very deep pool
But I still have no fun
I swallow pills and snort a lot of blow
I only want to have some fun
I put a big cucumber in my ass
But it ain’t no fun
Wasting time trying to make a friend
But people say I’m such a whore
I've tried sports, cause sports is good for health
No again, no fun
You'd better get a job!
No man, no fun
You'd better get a job!
No man, no fun
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