1. |
Red Square
03:28
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You say I don't wanna love you
I say I don't wanna need you
The truth is I wanna own you
But you say I don't believe you
Oh, tell me lies…
It's alright, you get by, it's a sign, you're alive
My hands have lost their feeling
My heart forgets the need
No longer feel it's beating
But I'm afraid to bleed
Oh, tell me lies…
It's alright I will try, to deny, it's a lie.
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2. |
Way Down
04:24
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They say it's simple but so hard to choose
And your temper's famous
When you got nothing you got nothing to lose
It makes you dangerous
So don't tempt me now, don't make no sense
My empty hands are innocent
This fire burns but satisfies
You can't take it with you, can't leave it behind
You can't face it,
You can't leave the game
Embrace it
Truth be her name
They say it's simple but so hard to be
You blame these factors
Rehearsed so well you your own defeat
It must take practise
So don't feign to me, don't make no sound
It's plain to see it's over now
This fire burns but satisfies;
You can't take it with you, can't leave it behind
There's a party on the ground
Won't you come around
Come on, won't you suffer me to kiss my mouth
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3. |
Your City Streets
03:40
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Out in the cold,
Get me not gold,
But what I sowed at the cost of my reaping
1 for the old,
2 for the new,
3 for the secrets I'll never be speaking, my dear
La la la la la la
The night is ours until the minute just before the sun
La la la la la la
Your city streets are ours, this moment; 'til the next one comes
And to the Crow
Upon my door
The song she taught me to keep me from aching
And never rest,
And never peace,
And never doubting the power of the question, my dear
La la la la la la
The night is ours until the minute just before the sun
La la la la la la
Your city streets are ours this moment; 'til the next one comes
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4. |
Murderflies
03:34
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I counted every step away
From them arms, from that embrace
And I remembered every turn by heart
Maybe one day I gotta get me on back to start
Cause it's gone
Gotta get back to mine and that's what I want
And if it never come back to me
Keep walkin', keep step with them autumn leaves
-Fight just to keep it in my reach
And I'll throw hands if you know what i mean
Cause I'm spent
Wearing me out, wearing me in
Goddammit, I'm spent
But I never did look on back and that's you get
I couldn't stand it
Is this all there is...
Is that all that there is
Without ending
Or beginning
Could we stop pretending
Lately I'm just not myself
Don't be sorry
Or forget me
Days are coming, you'll be
Sleeping unmarked in a grave
Deeper than a well
Back to the beat
Back to the rhythm
Hands to the wall
Hit the floor if you feelin me
And I Paid off me
Dues
Coz I couldn't refuse
And I couldn't eschew the
Fury since 1982
Verses, rehearsals without reimburses
Fuck swollen purses serenading me to hearses
First its a paper economy, worthless
Everything I ever loved measured at the surface
-Work in vain for the captains of industry
When a machine can print money?
Fuck off you must be kidding me.
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5. |
Pwner of a Broken Heart
03:39
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If my time
should arrive before i realise
what the lights in the sky
in my dreams
have been trying to tell me it seems
There's a story behind every star,
Every hour, every second and scene, every sin
As I tear at my skin
Should your name
To the ashes return, where it came
You must know there is no one to blame
Should you come back again
To the end,
Nothing gained
If you shrink from the flame
No one rattled the cage
No one claimed to be saved
No one wept at the grave
Following orders
Shameless and sordid
Call what you call it
You sold me lies and I bought it.
Take my chances get me miles away
I've seen enough I've seen enough
I'm turning in and calling it a day
Gentle sentiments for heels to crush
As the wolves come howling upon my door
Come on in my troubles will be nevermore
Set my bones down somewhere I belong
Nothing here to see just move along
I heard enough of what you have to say
It's only stuff and I heard enough
Teasing at the edges only fray
Strange exchanges never easing up
As the wolves come howling at my door
Come on in in my troubles will be nevermore
Send me to the place that I was born
Nothing here to see just move along
To the place that I was... born
Send me to the place that I was born
Nothing here to see just move along
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KillaWail Melbourne, Québec
Their riffs shall frighten children and small animals,
Their horn section will melt your face;
Witness the business that is KillaWail.
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