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Greg is going to own the libs
He’s been preparing for it
Oh wait til they see
All of those carefully photoshopped memes
He’s still in his teens
He understands his place
On top of the list of all of the races
Greg is going to change it all
But not before he huffs on the knickers he stole
What a shame
What a shame
What a shame
Lately he’s tried to work out
But the guys at the gym
Well they laughed at his tattoos
The symbol was backwards
He never knew
He says oh they’ll pay
To his Warcraft pals
Lately they’ve all been in touch a lot less than before
Greg shuts the door
Unzips his fly
imagines life
And you heil like you mean it
But only coz you hope the girls on Twitter see it
What good is the future if you don’t get to breed it
We know what you are
And you know all the theory
Talk about it til your whole family's weary
And the energy drinks help you think more clearly
We know what you are
Greg has found some brand new friends
And they know what’s up
See there’s Satan
The pizza place basements
The dude who launched zune is committing grand treason
It all stands to reason
And the girls don’t fuckin want him
He read the game and they don’t fuckin want him
Always the same and they don’t fuckin want him
All he’s saying is he fuckin warned em
And you bought the hentai pillow
The cam girls say they’ll call but they never will though
You’ve been taking all the supplements and getting ill though
We know what you are
And you heard Jordan’s lecture
Look out for the feminists they’re gonna getcha
You’re a comedy foil for a hat and I betcha yeah
We know what you are
You’re no chosen one
You are not anointed
You talk the talk online
But your family's disappointed
This is no crusade
There is no fucking mission
You dream of days of praise
But you’ve barely earned derision
No don’t
Put up just shut up
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2. |
L'appel
06:29
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L’appel.
Do you remember when the whisky went straight to our feet
tripping off the curb on the camberwell streets
One last hug and stumbling home from the venue
Then blacking out hard to looping DVD menus
All the false promises and hung consequences
Talking of loves but usually in past tenses
It wasn’t perfect by any means
But it was our scene
And
I’d go back
Just to fuck it up again
The heart I lacked
The arrogance the everything
No illusions
Regrets I barely knew them Believe me
I’d go back to sinnin in the multitude
Dickhead hack, the ego and the attitude
One do-over
And I promise I’ll be over whatever this is
Putting on the charm pulling pints at the bar
then piling in the back of a cab driver’s car
Screaming out songs until the new cross inn
‘we’re loyal like brothers’ man, this is our hymn
Never irredeemable but too far from perfect
Never to blame but then I always deserved it
It wasn’t a buzz that we could ever sustain
But it was good pain
And I’d go back just to burn it down again
Load me up with kerosene and paraffin
Smoke and embers
Until I can’t remember
Being
Someone else that I can barely recognise
Two bad suits and nothin there behind the eyes
Dead and ferried
Onto the next bar where we’d never, ever stop
It’s setting the bomb to go off,
when you like yourself or
you fall in love
To bring you back down
(If you don’t see me around, then hey that’s why)
It’s setting your watch to the tick
Of a helpful change so you bludgeon it quick
and pour one to the ground
(If you don’t see me around then hey that’s why)
It’s learning the best for your art
is when faculties are understaffed
and your head goes on strike
(If you were worried about me
I’m sorry to say say that you’re right.)
It’s admitting that what you need,
is a moving target, one that bleeds
if you shoot it dead on
(If you were hoping
that I am coping then you’re wrong.)
But I
Remember being the sacrament
Insofar as my blood was wine
And saying things that I never meant
But never calling them lies
I
Remember feeling rapturous
Hello My Name is Badge held high
Putting a pin in the why
(I’d go back just to fuck it up again)
(i’d go back just to fuck it up again)
I’D GO BACK JUST TO FUCK IT UP AGAIN
PAY THE PRICE IN CREDIT CARDS AND LOANS AGAIN
OUT OF BALANCE
NEVER SAYIN WISH I HAND’T
I’D GO BACK JUST TO FEEL THE STING AGAIN
THE WORST OF ME, NEVER TO BEGIN AGAIN
NEVER SOBER
NEVER GETTING OUT OF NOWHERE
IT IS WHAT IT ...IS
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3. |
Not Nearly Done
03:09
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All my friends are dead
At least you’d think it to hear em talk
Or tweet, whatever
And I’ve grown tired of bed
Despite all these pills I bought
I don’t sleep never
I know that without a purpose
You feel like you’re worthless
But you’re not alone
And yeah the gods may have cursed us
living as surplus
It hurts us I know
If we are we are
A dead end
I got the backs of all my friends
We many splintered things
A legion of clipped wings
As one foregone conclusion
I’m under no illusion
I see you clearly
We are not nearly
Let’s take to the streets
Having sharpened all our teeth
To cut through ties and tethers
Apathy’s a drug
Less a pill and more a crutch
And I don’t feel better
I know that there’s little humour
In the ticks and the tumours
That poison our blood
You say you go through the motions
From a lack of devotion
Here’s something to love
If we are we are
A dead end
I’m glad I got here with my friends
So many broken hearts
Well I call that a start
All at the same conclusion
We’re under no illusion
They see me clearly
We are not nearly done
Time to draw a line
In permanent this time
Won’t look away never
When you build your house
On silencing our mouths
I’d watch for tremors
If we are we are a dead end
Shoulder to shoulder with my friends
We many splendoured kings
An army waiting in the wings
Delusion on delusion
Who do you think you’re fooling, no
We see you clearly
We are not nearly done
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4. |
Parable
02:48
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I heard a parable
Maybe an allegory
There was this animal
He learned the hard way that we
Are not
The best
At looking out
For ourselves
Anyway listen though
This whatever it was
It said enough is enough
It fought and died for its cause
And I
I thought is that not
Something fucking swell
Maybe I’ll do that as well
To be a tale
On Wikipedia
Of try and fail
Against the greedier
Is it better to have shrugged and lost
Than to have given it the college try
Oh I
Think that we were meant for better or not
But if I’m queuing up to be forgot
I’d rather know that I went down swingin
Be the bee that stung itself by stingin
Fuck it I’m out
Brother I will see you around
And if friends were beers
I’d have three in the fridge
But forgive them lord
They do not know what they did
I hope
At least
They’ll find some better seats in hell
(Maybe I’m not very)
Well
What have we here
Be not afraid
This is an era of deceit
By I bring good news
Alternative views
To learn and repeat
“I did this for you”
To top the bill
On the six o clock
The big machine
Brought down by little cog
Is it asking more than I deserve
To be sainted and memorialised?
Oh I
Think that we are meant for better, or not
But if I’m queuing up to be forgot
I’d rather know that I went down fighting
The touch paper better be igniting
Fuck it I’m out
Hope you never see me around
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