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nItro
01:04
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1, 2, 3, 4, I don’t know
Where we’re going – rock ‘n roll
Put a cover on my eyes
Take me, break me by surprise
This is gonna, gonna be
Sheer mediocrity
Stick a chair to the ground
Tie me up and wear me out
'Cause I’m ready to explode
You can’t stop me, I’m a bomb!
This is gonna, gonna be
Sheer mediocrity
Alright
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Wishing and hoping
Nervously choking
Throwing up stuff against the wall to see if it sticks
Drinking and smoking
Mentally blocking
Drowning the fear in lots of beer
Because I don’t believe in happy endings
Falling like a rolling stone
I don’t believe I'll make it there
But I'll try and I'll kick it on my own
A lawyer – a liar
You’re shit, you are fired
A fornicating friar will burn like all the rest
Maggots just sucking,
Breeding and lurking
I wish I’d go on but I am done 'cause I’m a mest
Because I don’t believe in happy endings
Falling like a rolling stone
I don’t believe I'll make it there
But I'll try and I'll kick it on my own
Don’t bail on me yet...
I don’t believe in happy endings
Falling like a rolling stone
I don’t believe I'll make it there
But I'll try and I'll kick it on my own
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Fame
03:29
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Fame doesn’t have a name
Creeping like a shadow
Burning like a flame
Sliding down the skin you’re in
Oh you, such a pretty face
Such a perfect body
Covered in so little lace
Grace blinded by the blaze
Money could be so much fun
But honey, it stuns you like a loaded gun
Firmly chains your feeble ankles to the ground
Until the day that you are gone
Champagne bubbling in her veins
Mouth open for a gasp
Fresh like something after rain
Hazy eyes taking on the shame
Money could be so much fun
But honey, it stuns you like a loaded gun
Firmly chains your feeble ankles to the ground
Until the day that you are gone
Scarlet gown makes you turn around
Forms want you to conform
Blue gaze intriguingly intense
Her skin tempting: “take a chance”
Money could be so much fun
But honey, it stuns you like a loaded gun
Firmly chains your feeble ankles to the ground
Until the day that you are gone
Money could be so much fun
But honey, it stuns you like a loaded gun
Firmly chains your feeble ankles to the ground,
Gracious ankles to the ground, precious ankles to the ground
Until the day that you are gone!
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Postponing my life yet another time
Oh, please hold the line
I just think I'm being used
Second chances rarely matter, not today
On this burning day
I am feeling so alone
And I don't think that I am over you!
Feeling like a creep when I am just shy
Too afraid to try
I am broken and confused
Postponing my life yet another time
Oh, please hold the line
I am done with being used
But I don't think that I am over you!
I'm over, over you
All the memories we'll never make
All the fights I'll never lose
All the trips we'll never take
Whoa
All the roads we'll never walk
All the sunsets we'll never see
All the waves we'll never ride
Whoa
I don't think that I am over you!
I'm over, over you
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S.H.I.T.
03:02
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Society has rules: obey or be defeated
And even if you don’t, your quest will never be completed
You're gonna earn some cash but what d'you need the money for
'Cause it can’t buy you love or real dinosaur
And you might be a princess with an extraordinary gaze
But I can’t stand your presence - go be hot somewhere else
Opinionated, I’m so frustrated now
Walking down the wet asphalt
I am so lonely, I am a zombie
Eating brains every day all by myself and this is so gay
And you might be a princess with an extraordinary gaze
But I can’t stand your presence - go be hot somewhere else
In moments like this I long for the zombie apocalypse
I am so lonely, I am a zombie
Eating brains every day all by myself and this is so gay
You’ll be sedated, you can’t drive naked
I’m turning tables in my eyes; I’ll take your sister by surprise
And you might be a princess with an extraordinary gaze
But I can’t stand your presence - go be hot somewhere else
In moments like this I long for the zombie apocalypse
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Existing for the Weekend
03:29
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Bitter coffee, early morning
Plastic smile, she don’t mean it
Leather briefcase, TV warning
Another jumper from the top floor (a way out)
He should’ve waited for the weekend
Forget and get drunk with his best friends
Hook up with random girls later
That would’ve gotten him through another week, alright
October come and then November
The snow is falling on the streets now
I hear the holidays are coming
I couldn’t wait to turn my mobile off (a way out)
He should’ve waited for the weekend
Forget and get drunk with his best friends
Hook up with random girls later
That would’ve gotten him through another week, alright
Every day stays the same...
Novocain
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9 2 5
03:13
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Naa, na, naa, na, na naa, na, na, na, na, na, na, naa, na, na, na
The world keeps turning every day
His gut is growing, hair gets grey
Routine is 9 to 5
Until the day you die
The TV’s on – his brain is off
And I don’t know, I don’t know, I don't know, ain't he lonely?
The city doesn’t sleep at night
She’s buying stuff to feel alright
She’s spending all her dough
To be more beautiful
So superficial – she is doomed
And I don’t know, I don’t know, I don't know, ain't she lonely?
Naa, na, naa, na, na naa, na, na, na, na, na, na, naa, na, na, na
And I don’t know, I don’t know, I don't know, ain't she lonely?
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don't know, doesn’t she want something more?
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8. |
Letter of Resignation
02:37
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Tell the boss that I’ll be back
With a blowtorch and a snack
I’m gonna slack, I’ll fuck you up
You’re gonna burn, burn, burn
Come inside my head
Come inside my head
Am I, I’m better off dead
Come inside my head!
And I’m shattering the glass into a million pieces
Tiny pieces penetrating my skin
I’m falling but I’m flying – I’ve been liberated
Leaving far behind the mess we were in
And they are trying, dying to get me
But I’m a fuckin’ comet on my way out
A secret – someday they will know I wasn’t any different
When I tried that slavery out, when they take the easy way out
Come inside my head
Come inside my head
Am I, I’m better off dead
Come inside my head!
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A View from the Cliffs
02:55
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And she said: "Wouldn't you like to stay here?"
And she said: "We could stare at the sun...
And I like the sound of the waves crashing, it comforts me;
Holding your hand I could rest on your chest."
Throw me a bone, I'm cold like a stone but I'll buy it
I'd like to think that you are all that I want
And she said: "Wouldn't you like to stay here?"
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Lucky Number Nick California
An alternative/surf punk band from Sofia, BG. Proud to have shared the stage with array of artists such as Grammy nominated Zebrahead and The Bloodhound Gang. Kindly supported by Akron, Ohio’s EarthQuaker Devices. New EP out June 25!
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