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1. | Radio Bagpipe |
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3. | Burundi |
4. | Bring Unto Me |
5. | More |
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7. | Methylated |
8. | Aboriginal |
9. | Metal Tangerine |
10. | First Taken Third Found |
11. | Warzone |
12. | You Know/You Know/You Know |
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1. | The Howler: An English Breakfast (Chapter 1, Part 1) |
2. | Train |
3. | The Howler: An English Breakfast (Chapter 1, Part 2) |
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In bed I smile
Who's scared of dust
Whose ways had tempted you afar
The twist in this
Was fear alive
It took the stars to show me
I am for the kiss king
Did I come up for sky
Like a rush that never fades
High
(High high high)
High
And at the window
Late at night
I turned away
To run with light
I twisted this
To feel alive
Till bigger ashes
Shook me
I am for the kiss king
Did I come up for sky
Like a rush that never fades
High
(High high high)
High
(High high high)
High
(High high high)
High
I would never
Pick this pain apart
Do you want to?
I want to
I would never
Pick this pain apart
Do you want to?
I am for the kiss king
Did I come up for sky
(Kiss king, touch me, kiss king, high high high)
I am for the kiss king
Did I come up for sky
Like a rush that never fades
High
(High high high)
(Kiss king)
I am for the kiss king
I am for the kiss king
I am for the kiss king
I am for the kiss king
(High high high)
(High high high)
(High high high)
I wish that I could play with
The river ashes showed me
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You came to suck my dick little boy
Didn't you know that everyone else
Seems to be enjoying themselves
My gerenation
I've seen the best minds of my generation
Running on empty, super-glued to the T.V.
Dreaming of prosperity, talking incessently...
Saying nothing
Sleepin' on platforms in train stations
Sippin' on chemical cocktails
Alive to the universe
And dead to the world
Hallucinating delusions of mediocrity and candied
Desperate in the pursuit of cool
He's in a suit
She's in a straightjacket
7-11 nightmares at 3am
I've seen the best minds of my generation
Caught up in the virtual reality of living
Memorizing PIN numbers and secret codes
Swaying robotically to non-existant rhythms
Flashing membership to clubs so exculsive that no one belongs
Scared shitless
Witless
Clueless
Useless
Tight fisted
Tight lipped
Tight assed
Half assed
Ass licking, coke sniffing
Money grubbing, ego jabbin'
Sniffling and groveling
Moaning and groaning
The city's all wrapped up in plastic
Like an electronic cocoon
If you lay in the street
You can hear it humming
Filling up slowly from underground
If you close your eyes
You can observe the blueprints
The man-made DNA that spirals
Breathlessly out of control
As synapses collapse
Bridges snap
Into a restless Utopia
Jesus said
Lay down your arms
Jesus said
Children come home
My generation
Nutopia
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You Know/You Know/You Know |
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The Howler: An English Breakfast (Chapter 1, Part 1) |
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The Howler: An English Breakfast (Chapter 1, Part 2) |
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