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They're digging up the glory of a bygone age
National flagellation on a global stage
So tragicomic you can't help but troll
The poor deluded souls...
Your future is a car crash down the road
Feel it getting closer as you lose control
You got no money then you best be told
You better
You better
You better not grow old...
And even in the knowledge that the air was filled
With fantasy and horror and the rancid bilge
Of men with nothing but contempt and scorn
For where the likes of you were born
Well that doesn't mean a thing in fact it's safe to say
You secretly enjoy it and if you had your way
You'd let them herd you like the cattle you are
Into their abbatoir...
Your future is a train wreck down the line
Feel it getting closer but you're running out of time
You got no money then you best be told
You better
You better
You better not grow old
No no no...
Well at last... you're rich
Well at last... we're rich
But I'm afriad you'll never... be rich
Well at last... we're so Rich Rich Rich!
Well at last!... we're so Rich!
But I'm afraid you'll never ever be rich... No!
Cos it flow like water
Taste like wine
Love your masters
Day after
Day after
After day...
We'll close the boarders
Keep the swine
Out forever...
The fascist agenda is under way!
For the Brexit Chainstore Massacre!
Analytica!
Well it's a massacre!
Your future is a car crash down the road
Feel it getting closer as you lose control
You got no money then you best be told
You better
You better
You better not grow old
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Satellite Town
03:37
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Satellite town's a bore
Gives ya nothing to live for
Well this satellite town's a stinkin' bore!
There is nothing to return for...
So leave
I'm gonna get myself right outta here!
Take it to another time and place
"Well my son, you're never leaving town
No way that you're getting out
You'll never leave..."
Cannot breath...
Whoa oh
Satellite Town!
Whoa oh
What a shite town!
Alright!
He went and got a little book of matches
Doused the fuckin' place in gasoline
Slugged one back
Lit it up
Threw it down, and
Woosh!
Watched it burn burn burn
To the ground...
Hey!
Whoa oh
Satellite Town!
Whoa oh
What a shite town!
Whoa oh
Satellite Town!
Whoa oh
What a shite...
Town!
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Lurch
02:14
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Well I saw the way ya looked at me
I saw the way ya looked at me
Lurch!
Lurch!
And I don't want what you're selling me
I don't want what you're selling me
Lurch!
Lurch!
And every time I see you near it
Makes me sick, makes me queer
Lurch!
Lurch!
I said I don't want what you're selling me
I don't want what you're selling me
Lurch!
Lurch!
So give me Jung and Toaism
Gimme Jung and Taoism
Lurch!
Lurch!
And give me peace and kill the din
Gimme peace and kill the din
Lurch!
Lurch!
Lurch!
Lurch!
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THE WiDOWS London, UK
Kim Le Tan
vocalist
Francesco Manzi
guitar & bg vocals
Roger Salsas
bass & bg vocals
Joan Gadea
drums & bg vocals
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