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Decrepit bedsit, stench unbearable
Brightly coloured shirt, eating like an animal
Rose Tattoo and Chopper Reid, harden the fuck up
Sux to be you, living with a speed freak
Police. Standoff.
Creeping in my flesh, burning buggery
Climb onto your mattress, nauseous caress
Yellow fingers, pry at virgin skin
Eyes high nerves wide, never the same again
PHILTHY’S.MATTRESS.
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Trip down a crack and fall apart
Now you’re the guppie and I’m the shark
Hang you up, next to my carp
40 pound test a mean –ass cast
Swing your bodies up on my mast
Dorsals, pectorals in the past
Here fishy, fillet
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Fish.On.
Crack my oar about your face
Ain’t got no respect, you ain’t a plaice
Rules of the sea, on my case
Fish and Chips
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Staines - Rash Decision
00:59
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Fucked over again
Again and again
Homeless for another night
Hollow promises, a cold hard floor
Seven hour trek, wait outside
Same standard indifference
Terrorizer’s grindhouse night
‘Could be a good’ I’ll hold my breath
Two sets played that day
All for nothing what a joke
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Second time round, still no improvement
Stuck in Troubador we wanna go home
Why won’t this thing stay in tune
Second time round AIN’T LEARNT SHIT
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Metro - Rash Decision
01:04
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Heads Down
Shoulders Up
With a burning throat,
Set this hole on fire
Apathy is motivation
Pissing in the wind
Our miles scar the world
Come home to the unknown
We’ll unpick these stitches
And pick at the itch
Ball’s in your court
Do the time
There’s no second place
In the wasteland
Heads Down, Shoulders Up
Shoulders Up
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Seagull - Rash Decision
02:05
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No, don’t mind if I do
You’re the ones to blame
Live the dream, swallow the winter rain
Break your back, where hopes die
You’re the ones to blame, got no fucking money
How am I supposed to pay the fucking rent?
A dead scene will burn the heels
…..of the chosen ones
In the shadows, you’ll find the
Junkies with infected limbs
The monster must be fed
Seagulls will pick our bones
Third generation infection
Middle ground is war
Destination of desperation
End the cycle once more
We’re the ones to blame
You’re the ones to blame
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Give me my pesticide
Potassium suicide
Temporary Worker (Clause 4.1)
Temporary Worker.
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Oi! Ayumi! Sayonara!
Oi! Ayumi! See ya later!
(When we first met you)
You were playing the bass and singing in Harmacy
Then you did the same in the brilliant Ratbags
Always down the front watching all the bands play
In your 2 Sick Monkeys t-shirt
But now you're going home and you're leaving London
You're going home and you're leaving England
2 Sick Monkeys gonna miss you mate
Bye bye from us and have fun - Oi! Oi! Oi!
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Little baby born a boy!!!
Routine circumcision goes horribly wrong
Little baby Bruce was terribly burned
Dr John Money suggests an experiment
Money talked and the desperate parents listened
Turn him into a girl!!!
Money's experiment was based on his theory
That nurture was more important than nature
Was he the answer to the desperate parents pleas?
Or were they the answer to his?
Little girl bcomes a man!!!
Bruce Brenda David Death!!!
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I've had enough, I've gotta get out
Gotta get out, I've had enough
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Blurrrr (part 2)
BLURRRR!!!!!!!
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I'm the champion, I'm the best
I'm the one with the head most-messed
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Yes you are, no I'm not
Contradict
It's all an act, hide the truth
Hypocrite
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I don't wanna be me, I don't like what I see
I don't like who I am, I just wanna be free
I don't wanna be me, I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be me, I don't like what I see
What's the point of it all? And what's it all mean?
I don't wanna be me, I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be me, I just wanna be free
I don't like who I am, I don't like what I see
I don't wanna be me, I don't wanna be me
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Childhood memories, fun and games
The sun was shining every day
Inseperable as we charged around
Knocking the obstacles (other kids) to the ground
No brakes - got no brakes
No brakes - can't slow down
No brakes - got no brakes
Can't stop, won't stop, take you down!
Full of beans we hit top speed
Unstoppable 2-man wrecking spree
As all around us targets fell
We'd grin from ear to ear and yell
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Jagged edges, fiery circle
Moving closer, turning, burning
Pressure building, eyes are closing
Light's too bright, this headache hell
Blind spot aura, pins and needles
Vision's blurred, I'm shaking, boiling
Nauseous, please no loud noises
I'm so tired, this headache hell
Migraine, migraine,
It's doing my head in, so helpless it's useless
Please turn out the lights!
Migraine!
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No room for him but he's only small
You get rid of him and you lose us all
So you kicked him out but he found the keys
And brought this place down to its knees
We used to have a laugh when we came in here
Now we won't even go anywhere near
You're an evil liar with a face of fire
Your contract's temp, you're only on hire
Time's up - truth's out!
Time's up - you're out!!
Tell me how this stupid cow
Was allowed to ruin our public house
Breezed in new, right out of the blue
Tried to do a job but she didn't clue
Well we had you sussed right from the start
You killed this place, broke its heart
You're an evil liar with a face of fire
Your contract's temp, you're only on hire
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Fuck The Something Somethings
Fuck The Something Somethings
La la la la
La la la la
Beer, cider, absinthe, whisky, all this booze will do for me
I demand some booze...drink!!
Drinking all this booze is giving me the shits
I get so fucking drunk I suck on slapper's tits
Walking down the street a bottle of cider in my hand
Knock this fucker down me neck and go and get some cans
I Love Booze!!!
Vodka, gin, meths and plonk, all this booze won't do me wrong
I demand some booze...drink!!
All this booze I love to drink, I end up puking in the sink
Kidneys fucked, liver's dead, I'm close to death I think
I've ran out of booze!!! I'm heading for the gas
Kidneys fucked, liver's dead, never thought I'd die this fast
I Love Booze!!!
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2 Sick Monkeys Swindon, UK
2 Sick Monkeys formed in December 2000, primarily to support Darrin Mooney (Primal Scream) in a one-off gig at a drum event
in Swindon...they have now played over 1,000 gigs including 10 European tours and 1 tour of Japan.
They describe themselves as tight, melodic and in your face.
Basically……small outfit, BIG SOUND!!
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