1. |
Dead Buttons II
05:13
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Do you want to be born?
You may have second thoughts
The dice rolled, the people spake
We'll honour any decision you make
Because we have drapes
We have plans
Lamplight and oil cans
But it's a long haul back to green lands
You need to have
Dead buttons
Dead buttons
You need a something
For their nothing
Realize just saying 'they'
Is much too
Much too vague
So ask yourself
Who do you employ?
Is it fair to
Their girls and boys?
Well, do you hope
That you won't
Be the one to hold the rope?
Cos a knock will come
Unless you elope
Disconnect
Dead buttons
Dead buttons
We have something
For their nothing
I'd love to feel revolution grow inside me
But it's your choice
It's your choice
I'd love to feel revolution grow inside me
But it's your choice
It's your choice
We are the resistance, but we need more
We are the resistance, but we need more
Consider
Dead triggers
Dead buttons
Approach with vigour
All their nothings
Nurture your
Dead buttons
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2. |
The Jurisdiction Of Pesh
05:11
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It’s so easy
To be profound when the good times are rolling
Would you tease me
If I said I was feeling as thick as shit right now?
But I don’t need to know the way
Of life for me to get by
I cannot hope to understand
And that’s why I’ll be alright
Well, I’m reeling
Laughter is in my ears and in my eyes
And I’m feeling
This feeling won’t last til the good times are rolling
Dragons on the motorway
Trolls in the parking bay
Jogging for a knighthood
And that’s why I choose today
Between the links
Of my chainmail
I am out of my element
Out of my rule
Thank goodness for that
Your protection’s no protection at all
Your armour is no armoured wall
You think you are a warrior
But your home is exposed
Vines, they overgrow
Overrun your calm
So discard your arms
And follow
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3. |
Happened
03:32
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Five of them killers
Five of them floods
Split my body
Split me like a glove
And that’s what happened
That is that
And in those rooms
I sat
Index
Look up seven years
Middle
All those holiday tears
I traced a ring around a mountain top
And the little’s near gone
And that’s what happened
That is that
And in those rooms
I sat
Five of them black dogs
Five I should throw out
The last has my thumb tip
Clamped in its red mouth
I’ll take her in
And that’s what happened
That is that
And in those rooms
I sat
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4. |
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"Excuse me while I point this out, but we eat no lean
Package deals to Magaluf to make your heels green"
Said this angry man
I don't hear this thug
I'm only here to
Buy a set of earplugs
"Dumptruck hospitals lit by flashbulb interest
Strip down the strip lights, strip away the guests"
Says this angry blog
Shakes my hand
I'm only here to
Buy a box of sand
Because
"The noise is coming"
"The noise is coming" (one note)
"The noise is coming"
"The noise is coming" (and we shall not go)
Trouble where it doesn't belong
Everybody lost before they won
Don't bask in the rays of the sun
Trouble is back until it's gone
Back and gone (back and gone)
Back and gone (back and gone)
Back and gone (back and gone)
The sun began it all
And
"The noise is coming"
"The noise is coming" (one note)
We are all immigrants from somewhere water-bound
And they are all invaders running you into the ground
Until we punch up
Please stop punching down
I cannot stand to hear
That crushing, crunching sound
Oh
"The noise is coming"
"The noise is coming" (one note)
"The noise is coming"
"The noise is coming" (and we will not go)
Trouble where it doesn't belong
Everybody lost before they won
Don't bask in the rays of the sun
Trouble is back until it's gone
Effervescent girls are trying hard
Bullish boys rage playing the part
If they peter out when the meter sounds
At least they're writing it down
"The noise is coming" / Back and gone (back and gone)
"The noise is coming" / Back and gone (back and gone)
"The noise is coming" / Back and gone (back and gone)
"The noise is coming" / Back and gone (back and gone)
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5. |
Drops
04:44
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Hail, hail
Everywhere hail
Frozen flood
Deathly exhale
Every drop that dripped onto me
Did a little damage
And now all I want is to be repaired
In the cherry stone of the night
Hot memories of cold skin, tight
Was I pushed into the slew?
Or walked without what I knew?
Because all I want is to be repaired
I don’t know anything
I don’t know anything at all
Every drop that dripped onto me
Did a little damage
And now all I want is to be repaired
All I want is to be repaired
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6. |
Dead Buttons
03:06
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I stay in
You go out
And I’m always
Roundabout
You come home
Blinking refuse
I come home
Just to see it’s not you
What you see is not what you see
Or own
Begone
Do it
I go out
You stay in
And there's barely
Any difference
So set me off
You’ll see traffic lights
Safe to go
Only when I decide
Cos what you see is not what you see
Or own
Begone
At any given crossroads
At any given time
You say you got the ticket
But the tricky don't lie
Bring him back alive
And bring him back weak
The road is narrow
And you don't fit me
At any given crossroads
At any given time
You say you've got it busy
But the dizzy can't lie
Bring him back weak
You can’t hack me
You’re pushing
Dead buttons
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