1. |
Bad Ideas
02:41
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Bad Ideas
Last call. I’m ready to fall
You can see it in my face
Getting older. Bad shoulders
I’m always running out of space
Running outta steam
I don’t know what I need
Never quite right. Dress me up nice
So I can see the bleed
Rolling around on bad ideas
Can’t shake the feeling of sinking
Rolling around on bad ideas
Legs are giving out and I’m leaning
This body is borrowing time
Wish I had another try
Keep moving. keep breathing
I’m Always fighting off the sigh
Hang it up or put up the pain?
I think I need another way
You’re all family standing with me
I’ve still got some things to say
Rolling around on bad ideas
Can’t shake the feeling of sinking
Rolling around on bad ideas
Legs are giving out and I’m bleeding
Try and grow old
Don’t have a say, though
Put it on my headstone
I’m leaning
I’m bleeding
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2. |
Video Days
02:09
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Video Days
A ride on the one
Disrupt the street
Wheels on asphalt
Skin in the concrete
I wanna push hard
I wanna destroy everything
Watch it burn
Watch it burn down.
Till I hit a crack in the sidewalk
I get knocked down
And I stay there
For a little while
Holding my arms
Help me get back up again
Chaotic form
Of Creative expression
No I won't be bent
Into submission
Time to grow up
Call my future primitive
Carve on loose trucks
I'm dying to live
I get knocked down
And I stay there
For a little while I
Holding my arms
Help me get back up again
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3. |
Don't Be A Jerk
01:26
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Don’t Be a Jerk
White privilege
White rent
White mortgage
White picket fence
I’ve got white guilt
I cry white tears
I’m a white saviour
Full of white fear
Don’t be a jerk
White fragility
You learned it
I did too
Unlearn it
It’s up to me and you
There’s nothing wrong with being wrong
As long as we aren’t doing wrong
To one another
One to another
Don’t be a jerk
White fragility
White fragility is white supremacy
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4. |
Kevanu '91
02:34
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Kevanu ‘91
Your beautiful
Blood red upholstery
Don't you
Breakdown on me
We're at your grace and mercy
Don't let us down !! Don't let us down
We worship at your feet
This highway stretches like a cat in the sun
Kevanu '91
If we don't make it home tonight
I'm riding shotgun
You break me down in tears
I've had enough
I scream into the trees
Failed test of luck
23 hours on this road
You let us down !! Don't let us down
I just want to go home
This highway scares me like a cat in a tree
'91 to infinity
Overheating driving into the sun
Kevanu '91
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5. |
Make It So
02:01
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Make It So
Where did you go again
You left me here all alone
I don’t know if or when
You’ll ever come back home
I scream your name
And nobody hears a sound
Crying out for you
I always want you around
Eventually you will come walking through
I hear the rattle of your keys
As you approach the door
Anxiety fades away
Excitement starts to pour
You come through the door
And I am overwhelmed with joy
You say my name
Pat my head
And you tell me
Who’s a good boy
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6. |
Pig Fat
02:28
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Pig Fat
Get the fuck on the ground
With a gun in your face
You can't give no love?
We share the same space
In my dreams
I watch precincts burn down
Smell the sulfur and the chicharrón
You call this
Justice!?
Can't give no love?
Can't give nothing
In my dreams
I watch precincts burn down
Smell the sulfur and the chicharrón
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7. |
Bed Crumbs
02:30
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Bed Crumbs
Another workin’ martyr
Exchanged for workin’ dollars
Let it sink in, let it sink in
We’re sinkin’, we’re sinkin’
Another catastrophe is waiting
For me and you
Take me to bed and put me to sleep
I’m just not built this way
Hard to survive on a fifty hour week
And a lifetime price to pay
It’s easy. Just work harder
I can’t be pushed much farther
Spare no expense. It’ll never stop
At our expense. From the very top
Through all the cacophony I’m working
To be with you
Take me to bed and put me to sleep
I’m just not built this way
Hard to survive on a fifty hour week
And a lifetime price to pay
Whose idea was this anyway?
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8. |
Crooked Mile
01:05
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Crooked Mile
Awake, awake, awake at night
Awake to the sounds, awake to the sights
Helicopter, sirens, flashing lights
Awake to the world, awake to the fight
I cut, I cut, I cut my teeth
Walked a crooked mile down a crooked street
I broke my body on a broken dream
I got a microphone so I could scream
Awake to the world, awake to the plight
Awake to the things that don’t seem right
The cops out there are looking for a fight
Folks round here don’t sleep so tight
One, little, two, little, three, little, four
Five little piggies round my side door
I know just what they’re searching for
They came for a fight and stayed for a war
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9. |
Devil On Detail
01:45
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Devil On Detail
Devil on detail
Sitting on the left
Charged with the task
To scare you half to death
One hand on their pistol
Tells you to stay calm
Dropping something even worse
A psychological bomb
We search for the key
Finally stop the chatter
Focus on what matters
But the devil’s on detail
Search for the key
To escape toxicity
They try to keep us under their thumb
Like before we will never succumb
To tyranny, hatred, and greed, must stop
Disarm defund dismantle the cops
We search for the key
Finally stop the chatter
Focus on what matters
But the devil’s on detail
Search for the key
To escape toxicity
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10. |
God Complex
01:35
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God Complex
You’re looking up
I’m looking down
Watching the insects
Crawling around
Worship the ground
Under my foot
You live your best life
Under my boot
Falling from the sky
My kingdom come
I am salvation
Sending the rich
Up into space
I’m going to save
The whole human race
Buy it all up
Strip it all bare
Everyone worships
The billionaire
You need to eat
I need to feed
Who’s going to suffer
Falling from the sky
My kingdom come
I am salvation
God complex
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11. |
Mindless//Monotonous
01:44
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Mindless//Monotonous
I’ll climb this wall for you
We're filled with lies, scared of the truth
If there's nothing I can do
I’ll climb this wall for you
Wake up to the sounds of shuffling feet
Wailing sounds of misery
Fill these streets
Mindless//Monotony!
I feel my body at the bottom, of a deep blue sea,
The pressure breaks my bones, every inch I sink
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12. |
Debris
01:54
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Debris
Discard your moral compass
Give us a brand new low
I’ve got the script right here
I coulda said I told you so
Take one, take two
Take three is boring me
the answers are here
Written clear for all to see
(They) turn the wrench to the right
And then turn out the lights
We fight for our lives
To make the wrong from right
Struggling trying to find our way
Can’t listen to what they say
Always put a price on free
This system is killing me
Can’t you see
Through the debris?
They took the down and trodden
to a lower place
Out of sight out of mind
Once they took away the space
Tipping out in their pocket
Pass go or go to jail
Knock knock it’s time to pay
All systems point to failure
We’ll meet them in the night.
And then turn out the lights
They run for their lives
We’d be within our rights
Gotta be a better way
In spite of what they say
Our common enemy
Is on a killing spree
Won’t you see
Follow me
Through the debris
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