1. |
Silent Pretender
01:47
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No golliwogs through this door
My old man's protection was a birch
I stand wide in front of your face
You better be Mr. Majority
Unguest droogs
Devotchka dolls
Davai davai davai davai
My mind was fucked by an old preacher
Our beloved drunk sailor
Who never sailed
Made Mrs. Tears a silent pretender
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2. |
Donald Trump's Funeral
03:02
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Rake the forest Fake the news
Take the womens rights Ignore all their fights
I am a stupid man and i don't give a damn
I am a fascist pig
Someone should cut off my head
Build the wall
Grow my dick tall
Make the mexicans fall
Hear the machine guns call
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3. |
Women Are Not Objects
03:15
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Hey creepo's
I'm talking to you
I've got a message
To give to you
You've got a problem
We know
But there is something
You ought to know
Girls are emotional Girls just lie
No one raped you Girls are crazy
Girls have to wear makeup Girls ain't strong
Girls are so stupid
Girls are just hoes Girls are so gross
Girls will be mothers Abortion is murder
Women don't have the right
Their body belongs to men
Girls are just toys Girls don't have the voice
Girls are for boy's Toys toys toys toys toys
Girls don't masturbate Girls don't come
Girls can't have affairs Unless you are a whore
Women don't have the right Their body belogs to men
Girls ain't smart enough Girls can't be presidents
Girls can't have power
Girls should be just at home
in between a fist and the oven
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4. |
Transgress
02:46
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A country full of violence, nazis, rapists, cricis
You can't walk alone at night because you''ll get a new face
Be yourself
We're gonna smack on your face
Call the cops and kill that snitch
Polices say they just do their jobs
when you stay inside that squat
You''ll get cuffed and have to pay
or not to pay and loose your freedom
Smoking some pot is illegal
it's a crime extreamly evil
Pass the joint and have some fun and then you gotta run
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5. |
Mystery Woman
02:49
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Always acts so unpredicted
Her eyes full of glitter almost reveals her knickers
Pale face full of dreams
She''ll never freeze
All around the map she moves like a cat
She''ll never never stop to wonder
All around the map she moves like a cat
She's like made of thunder
She's brave and don't fear to say
what feminism really gave
She has friends in every port
even though she's quite short
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6. |
Say No To Plastic
02:02
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Plastic makes turtles choke
Plastic makes oceans broke
Plastic makes seabirds die
Can I even ask you why?
Say no to plastic
Say no to plastic
Say no to plastic
Say no to plastic
Plastic makes nature ugly
Plastic makes more money
Plastic makes people dummy
Because it's cheaper
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7. |
Posh Town
02:02
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Now just try to decide
Which side of the river
Shame on you tourist
No more words from your mouth
Move to a small town where the locals won't talk
Streams and cheap brew
A sad faith of an alien
She's evil like money
Cerberus of posh gates
Green fairies under strobes
Sorry son no aliens welcome
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Black lips and mouth clouds baby sky is turning like like a circle in red sleeves
Tall grass and wet rocks good vibes and acid rocks
Mr. beard sings that song on the gramophone
Hey hey I warn you everything our your eyesight Take my hand and follow my steps
My good looks take you up to heaven
Dead bodies and sould extraction rubber stinks and marks on chest
Welcome to the endless purgatory
Insects on arms and enternal stairs
Shattered glass and delirious action
There's no escape from here you are now one of us
Unreal words from the empty soul
People are just machines in the black blurry night
And we're all so terrified now
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9. |
Cool Kids
02:00
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I'm acting as I am So you can carry on
Hate or love it I don't give a fuck
Don't want to pretend Like a silly duck
Hey hey come here Say what you see
Call me what you want
Call me what you want
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
Che and cherrys and genres One and the same
Some for the fame
Don't kill rockstars Send Trumputin to Mars
I am not your fool nor a fucking tool
The kids on playground know better than you
But whatever among the cool kids
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10. |
Voodoo Dolly
04:43
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She's your little voodoo dolly
And she's gonna make you lazy
Like the little drum in your ear
Transfixes you to your fear
And now she's transfixed in your fear
And you know she's gonna stay there
Because her nails are deep in your hair
And she made you so unaware
Are you listening to your fear?
The beat is coming nearer
Like the little drum in your ear
Transfixes you to your fear
She's such a naughty little dolly
And she's making you very silly
And when you listen in to her ear
You can paralyse to her fear
Oh down, down, down in your fear
Down, down in your fear
Now this little voodoo dolly
Has made you very lazy
And you're anemic from her sucking
And when your dead she'll find another
Better break that little dolly
And sling her in the corner
Now she's a sorry little dolly
Such a sad little dolly
Are you listening to your fear
The beat is coming nearer
Like that little drum in your ear
Transfixes you to your fear
Listen, listen
Listen, listen
Listen, listen
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Cockbox Helsinki, Finland
Punk rock & -77
Vocals/Guitar: Vee
Bass/vocals: Razze
Drums: Henri
www.youtube.com/channel/UClNBMlYs-TjAyOKPcjAE7LQ
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