1. |
Built For Meth
01:55
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She showed me her sexy track marks
She’s been around the block
If you got a gram, a needle or a pen
Take her inside and she’ll suck your cock
If she doesn’t get it, she’ll get rowdy
And break my teeth with a sucker punch
She’s mean, she’s tough, she makes me give up
And I end up buying her lunch
She’s built for meth
That’s one thing she’s great at
Treat me like a goon
and I’ll still get you a spoon
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2. |
Spoiled Brat
01:37
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You’re 19, you think you’re living
the scene
All you do is mooch off your mommy
You got a brand new car to show off
at the bar
All this shit could make you a star
You’re such a spoiled brat
You got tattoos and you got no job
You say you don’t fit in with the fuckin’ mob
But I keep seeing a bunch of you at the local pub
Soon it will catch up with you
Spoiled brat
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3. |
Bread & Beer
00:43
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Bread & Beer is all we need
Bread & Beer - We won’t get sick
Bread & Beer is our diet
Wheat & Barley is our source
Wheat & Barley - We’ll cultivate
Bread & Beer is our diet
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4. |
The Rip-Offs
02:03
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Anything can make me feel ashamed
I’ve got a stack of pills and not a cent to my name
A ticket to nowhere and no one to blame
Don’t try to stop me, I know you feel the same
There’s a lot of noise going on in my head
And I see in their eyes that they want me dead
They say I’m bat-shit crazy, as if that’s bad
Quit all that moaning and kill me instead?
But they’re always looking to rip me off
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5. |
Relocate
02:08
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In the heart of ghetto country
We’re blessed with another flood
Looks like we’re going down a river
Where we used to go up a road
Have a look outside my window
Through the bars I see the clouds
Approaching I hear the thunders
In the feared-city roars the sound
Trash bags floating - Spray paint everywhere
Cultural landscape - Take me there/I am there
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6. |
W. W. III
01:40
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Buildings dropping at free fall
They're gonna bomb it all
False flag operations, at the crack of dawn
Your kids will be in school
They ain't getting back to you
Shipped to the camps, for the W.W. Rules
They've been doing it for years
Sailors left families in tears
Now they'll push a button
watch it all disappear
They're saying it's for piracy
and they’ll steal your liberties
Are you gonna take it? Ain't no 'tis of thee
It's W. W. III and you're the enemy
Watching ‘em destroy everything you see
It's W. W. III - Money’s gonna grow on trees
China and USA - Nobody's free
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The Boneyard Club São Paulo, Brazil
-“Olá, somos The Boneyard Club e temos um punhado de sons sobre conspirações, prostituição e alcoolismo…”
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