1. |
Coup De Grace!
01:47
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Wake up
Wash your face, scum
Get dressed
Go to work
Slave away
Slave away some more
Even more
You call that slaving away?
Everyday is the same
Every moment feels stale
In a loop of life and death
Roam the wasteland, taste the flail
Everyday is the same
Me and my thousand yard stare
No life, we just survive
Begging for a coup de grace
Come back home
Doomscroll
Swipe right
On anyone who seems nice
Watch the walls
Loathe yourself
Loathe thy neighbor
There's no future
Everyday is the same
Every moment feels stale
In a loop of life and death
Roam the wasteland, taste the flail
Everyday is the same
Me and my thousand yard stare
No life, we just survive
Begging for a coup de grace
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2. |
Boys!
01:10
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Kissing boys on a dare
Kissing boys on a dare
Kissing boys on a dare
How naughty they taste
How curious they taste
Are those lips sugar laced?
Wouldn't you like to know
Wouldn't you like to know
Wouldn't you like to know
You gullible little boy
Two boys on a date
Two boys on a date
Two boys on a date
Putting birds and the bees
And the birds and the bees
And your mail order bride to shame
Wouldn't you like to know
Wouldn't you like to know
Wouldn't you like to know
You gullible little boy
Rat da da da rat da dat da rat da
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3. |
Landlordicide!
01:11
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Making fucking ends meet
Making fucking ends meet
Making fucking ends meet
But for what?
Making fucking ends meet
Making fucking ends meet
Making fucking ends meet
To feed that scum!
Kill your landlord
Make him beg, make him cry, yeah
Landlordicide
Beat him to a pulp
Steal his ugly dog
The word of the day is
Landlordicide
(L-A-N-D-L-O-R-D-I-C-I-D-E)
Five finger discount
Five finger discount
Five finger discount
We'll eat tonight
Five finger discount
Five finger discount
Five finger discount
But he just had caviar
Kill your landlord,
Make him beg, make him cry, yeah
Landlordicide
Give that dog a home
Raise him like your own
The name of the game is
Landlordicide
(L-A-N-D-L-O-R-D-I-C-I-D-E)
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4. |
In Harm's Way
01:22
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Running in harm's way
Running in harm's way
Running in harm's way
With rusty scissors
Running in harm's way
Running in harm's way
Running in harm's way
Kicking every chicken
Crossing my way
Only joke here is
My life, babe
I wanna get stabbed
I need a good beating
Shake me the fuck up
Because I just can't feel
I want to be be Steve-O
I want to be be Knoxville
I crave adrenaline
Oxytocin, endorphin
Serotonin, dopamine
I wanna feel
I wanna be real
Running in harm's way
Running in harm's way
Running in harm's way
With rusty scissors
Running in harm's way
Running in harm's way
Running in harm's way
Kicking every chicken
Crossing my way
Only joke here is
My life, babe
I am spazzing out
Got bored out of my mind
This insatiable death drive
Keeps me up and alive
Ladies and germs
It's time for a magic trick
I'll absorb a bullet right in the ear
I won't blink
I won't flinch
I've been dreaming of this
I've been waiting for this
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5. |
Officer Down!
01:16
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(Shots fired, officer down!)
Four piggies walk into a bar
Hot fuzz, they don't knock
No warrants, because who gives a fuck
Aurora's under lockdown
A C A B
Get your boots off of me!
The patdown takes a while
Because they all get rock hard
One of them class traitor jocks
Caught a bullet right in the eye
Ten, nine, nine, nine
Officer down, down, down, hey!
(Yaaay!)
A C A B
Get your boots off of me!
Three piggies run out the bar
To serve and protect tyrants above
To shoot some dogs and have some fun
Remember kids, never trust a cop!
Ten, nine, nine, nine
Officer down, down, down, hey!
(Yaaay!)
One, three, one, two
Ten, nine, nine, nine
Officer down, down, down, yay!
(Yaaay!)
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6. |
Godfreaks!
01:25
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Two point three kids and a TV
They always get off scot-free
Innocent bystanders stand by
They found god and they say that "God loves all"
I don't buy it, I don't think so
If god loves me, they sure hate you so
I don't mind it, but I don't think that
God'll grace me with eternal love, man
(But thanks anyways
It's the thought that matters, I guess
Yeah, yeah. That's very kind of you
Thank you, thank you, god bless your soul)
God needs money because god's a deadbeat
That's why their charities are "non-profit"
Shell out for our lord or get the fuck out
My bit on the side wants a brand new car
I don't buy it, I don't think so
If god loves you, they sure hate me so
I don't mind it, but I don't think that
Your greasy paws are god's hand, man
(Oh my bad, my bad
Those are not paws at all
They're just... regular cloven hooves, huh?
It's pretty cool, that's sick)
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Mevzu Records Istanbul, Turkey
Mevzu Records is a Istanbul based DIY omnifarious punk label founded 2018.
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