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A Killer or a Punchline
04:28
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The TV asked me "when you grow up,
What will you be: a killer or a punchline?"
And what will happen if my brain can't stop
All that dreaming must have warped my tiny mind
Oil on the water inside my grimy fishbowl
It's no surprise things took such a long time...
I never could commit to heroine
I never found something I could be a hero in
I've flown the nest but not grown up
A cuckoo chick, instead of what I could've been
I don't mind that you think I've lost it
Maybe I'm glad; I must be nothing like you
A dumbed down fairytale
We all can get a grip on
Like it got a grip on me
Practising my bite
So I can get my teeth into
Whatever's got its teeth into me
I blow a kiss as the grim reaper grins at me
Won't hang my head for shame nor gravity
Afraid of my shadow but it can't scare me straight
Drowned out the sound of the pop psychology
This princess has a thousand enemies
The revolution backlash chews my mind
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You know she bought a revolver with her pension fund
When she asked me to join her my face was stunned
"Are you gonna come with me when the sun goes down?"
We had a love so deep that I thought I'd drown
What I saw through the fog was a beautiful cog in the monolithic death machine
As we drop down below all the mangled rainbows I can show her just what I mean
So I took her to the south where the beast has a mouth at least his razor sharp teeth are clean
Sometimes I'm afraid to meet the calf of the sacred cow
I'd like to quit the fear porn but I don't know how
I'll show you some things that are easier done than said
Look up at the stars instead of eating lead
You've been living on small talk and cigarettes
Baby I'm not cool but I've no regrets
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3. |
Wishbone
02:48
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Haunted meat on a pile of bones
Hear my heels on the cobblestones
Silver tongues in my golden ears
Something telling me the age is near
Human form is a good disguise
Blood weeping from my eyes
Keeps you mesmerised
Keeps you mesmerised
The taste of raw banality
A waste of all the ripest time
While you pull on the wishbone
And wish for a spine
Give me beauty and all the frills
Don't ask questions; just take the pills
Some days I feel the black dog inside me
Trying to climb up my family tree
Balaclava and a bottle of rum
Kingdom go and kingdom come
Gamble on a superstition
That this could be the cure for the human condition
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Tendrils
02:51
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She pulled me over with her tendrils
Planting seeds of psychic
Urges in my brain
Just want forgiveness from the future
Bend the ears our way
Explain this mess away
If we find the words to say
We've got nothing to say
Blood bubbles foaming out our face
Bet on by gamblers in disgrace
Who's in control is still a mystery
And should you fall behind the chase
Don't worry, you will be replaced
Bells ringing for the end of history
The stones that pave the way to nowhere
Build houses in the fields
Of sulphur butterflies
With tentacles around our faces
Big fish eat the small ones
And fall into the dark
Eaten by loansharks
While vampire squids suck the ocean dry
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Lizard Empire
03:54
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Keep poking my eyes until I see
Warping my brain until I'm free
What did I do to deserve this curse?
I promise I'm trying my best to do worse
Follow me down into the trees
Pray with me there upon our knees
What did we do to deserve this curse?
Honey I'm telling you we could do worse
Driving through a lizard empire
Roadkill rolling by in blurs
Savage times are upon me
But my boots have the sharpest spurs
This is the place it all begins
This is the face of seven sins
What did we do to deserve this curse?
Swallowing ghosts at the feast 'til we burst
Another reptile in the headlights
But Heaven knows I won't be slimed
Cause every evening I sell my body
And every morning I sell my mind
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6. |
Watch Evil Grow
03:41
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All this work just to delay
What'll only happen anyway
(Bemusing
Confusing
We choose what
You call losing)
If sincerity is too cliché
Then it doesn't matter what you say
(Lost youth in
Post truth land
Crossed fingers
On a dead hand)
Feels like a nightmare
But I can't sleep
We pray the right prayers
But we won't attack
Sit back and watch evil grow
Lost in the whirlpool
But help's dirt cheap
It's kind to be cruel
When your heart's jet black
Sit back and watch evil grow
Post post post modernity
20 layers deep in irony
What's it all supposed to be?
Doesn't really matter much to me
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Usual Freaks
02:48
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One more round of Russian roulette
Don't go out til after sunset
Feet click on the bricks of the street
If they stay above the concrete
If you've got nothing nice to say don't say nothing at all
When you run out of stones to throw
You walk away still feeling miserable
Do I look beautiful with a gun to my head?
12 more words that make you see red
Don't look like the usual freaks
Stoned to death as soon as she speaks
Let's go back home, we'll split the difference
Between the great and the good
In our bad neighbourhood
I could have sworn I saw my name there, burnt into the wood
That's all I understood
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Milked
03:51
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Couldn't work out the conclusion of the final episode
With my face completely vacant as the bathtub overflowed
I feel a tingling feeling just before I start the day
As I pour out my White Russian on a bowl of Special K
My mind was feeling empty and my heart was feeling fine
Then my 60s dreams exploded on the journey back from Tyme
I thought I caught you staring at the buckle of my belt
I’m sorry I must leave before my face begins to melt
You knew I'd been there from the lipstick on the coke cans
Blame it on me; that's been working since the fall of man
Thought I had this down but glam can't tell me who to be
I'm a damsel now so could you rescue me?
You don't have the friends I have; but you should see them
You know I'm just another oddball getting even
Thought I had this down but glam can't tell me who to be
I'm a damsel now so could you rescue me?
I must admit it's been a while since I felt right
Stuck here waiting for my life in the sunlight
Thought I had this down but glam can't tell me who to be
I'm a damsel now so could you rescue me?
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9. |
Dead Air
02:53
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As we sat and opined
Over our eighth glass of wine
(The one which kind of undermined what we were saying)
About kids in future ages
Turning history's glossy pages
What they'll say about our age is
"Wow those people sure liked stuff"
No holy book, no catchy motto
I'll be your good little castrato
We say potato not potaato
So we're gonna fuck you up
Feels like the world's about to burn
And as 6 billion stomachs churn
At least you'll get to keep your earnings with you for the afterlife
If I could only have one wish
It’d be that I could make a fist
Cause they told me
What they sold me
In the night would love and hold me
Trading success
For some last breaths
I want the world's death kiss
The counterculture is in vane
It's not rebellion if the framework’s
so engrained within your brain that
you don't want for what could be
You're awfully literate,
But literally awful
Shovel in another jaw full of that tasty misery
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10. |
Ghosts of My Dead Cats
04:14
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Put that book back on the shelf don't bother
Made a beast out of myself tell mother
Talking to the ghosts of my dead cats I
See the weirdness in my eyes
Don't know what I'm doing or seeing
Or if I'm even a human being
Stay out of the light each time we come round
We'll be writhing in our beds 'til the sun goes down
(Dropped out)
The sweet surrender to the peace of vacuous minds
(Locked in)
Maybe we deserve to be the void freaks left behind
We don't mind about the tiny details
Tell the papers that we did not inhale
Fried our brains on Friday nights like always
Memory's a bluish haze
Don't know if I'm coming or going
If that's even really worth knowing
If the world must just pretend it's normal
Shut the blinds and drop the whole act for a while
It's hard to shake the feeling we're not welcome anymore
We're living on the ceiling cause there's no room on the floor
You try to live inside something no one can describe
There's nowhere left to run but there's one place left to hide...
(Locked in and dropped out…)
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11. |
Overgrown
04:02
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Grains of desert Sand
Slip through my twisted hands
Careful in this place
Keep my mind behind my face
Walking for a while
Came to a crooked style
Pointed up above
With my hand inside my glove
A face up in the sky
It breathed a burning sigh
Roasting my red tan
And writing on the land
We need a concrete path we can't keep following our nose
Got us locked up in these boxes like Victorian freakshows
I barely recognise my street since it got so overgrown
But the day I left the desert was the day the seeds were sown
I got an education, went to work and paid the bills
But to navigate this wasteland is outside my range of skills
So I learned to fix a car and drove a hundred miles south
It was days before you heard another word out of my mouth
Resting by the sea where we just lay upon the rocks
You don't need to know the time when there's no such thing as clocks
A moral obligation to destroy the human race
I started off in glory and i ended in disgrace
I never quite remembered how I learned to love the bomb
Now I'm braced for impact, breathing slow and keeping really calm
Sitting by the fire I felt the warmth of embers glow
I never meant to be a bad man but then that's just the way that some things go
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Chemtrails Manchester, UK
Mia Lust
(vocals, guitar, keys),
Laura Orlova
(vocals, guitar, keys),
Ian Kane
(bass),
Liam Steers
(drums)
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