1. |
The Press
03:36
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Had intention to harm ever raised the alarm of the press?
I don't know but I don't think so,
Where capacity to lead's no vested interest in me.
Was appealing to markets appealing the pockets of press?
All the time. Left and right optimised,
For the edifice to choose a brittle fallacy for news.
Headlines for gentry once again.
Failing the children once again.
Spoilt for the spotlight once again.
'cause bedlam is out there so they've a surplus to take.
Did the breaking of hearts ever break the facade of the press?
I don't know but I sure hope so.
See the front page of the Sun burn like a star for everyone.
Was assuring the buyer supplying the bias instead?
All the time. Only give what's desired.
Barking fear and hate to sell's just cast us further down the well.
Headlines for gentry once again.
Failing the children once again.
Spoilt for the spotlight once again.
'cause bedlam is out there so they've a surplus to take.
The truth moves slow in this world gone to waste.
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2. |
Don't Wanna Hear It
03:46
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Don't wanna hear it.
Simply don't wanna know
That all of my clothes
Cost the kids bits of skin to make it so.
Can't understand it.
No I can't bear to look
At the calves on the hooks.
But indeed, they're for me so make it so.
Too glad to notice.
Too enamoured of me,
I can choose just to be
Everyday, throw away and carry on.
But it's easy for you and easy for me.
So let's breath carbon and ignore.
It's easy for you and easy for me.
So let's drink poison and ignore.
Can't stand the future
Or the kids of today.
Have they all lost their way?
Ill-adept. Leaning left to save our race.
Don't care for reason.
No I don't want the proof.
I'll be thrown to the noose
Before I'd soon reside to side with you.
Sure you got all my attention
Marching on the television set.
Where is it? Your credit
Your unpaid respect here on interest.
I need it. I'm dying.
Don't wanna hear it.
Say you want it for free.
You can't have my debris
Nor my spare market share
It's in the sea.
It's easy for you and easy for me.
So let's eat plastic and ignore.
It's easy for you and easy for me.
Just pay your taxes and ignore.
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3. |
Passion Ends Here
03:30
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I think I know now just how it feels.
The walk of forced resignation feels.
The shrill of whistles I stood afield.
Ah yes, I know now just how it feels.
Formed a slush fund from shares,
Not to sate this passion but waste a vision
On a country so bare
And boring.
Now all the time
The racketeers are right
But all the while
Are taking all.
Now all the time
A worker falls on ire
Watching their rights
Pulled like teeth.
I think I know now just how it feels.
Ah yes, I know now just how it feels.
Claimed fast cars on per diems,
Not to be supplanted but reprimanded.
Pulled all assets and went
Into hiding.
Now all the time
The racketeers are right
But all the while
Are taking all.
Now all the time
A worker falls on ire
Watching their rights
Pulled like teeth.
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4. |
Air Sublime
04:38
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The world's out waiting for you.
The world's out waiting for you.
Paris, Phuket and Peru.
Communities and orchestras too.
The world's out waiting for you.
Airplanes to the future for you.
Sex dreams and forecasts come true.
But only if you want them to.
So who'd refuse?
You dream all the time
And all that you need's in sunlight.
You dream all the time.
The first breath in new air's sublime.
The world's out waiting for you.
Lap dogs and mortgage for you.
Orphan or sperm cell? You choose.
'cause this house will be their home too.
Do you refuse?
You dream all the time
And all that you need's in sunlight.
You dream all the time.
The first breath in new air's sublime.
Digging in to hold a fort for them today.
When you do it, don't do it for them
Okay?
Waiting for you.
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