1. |
Not The Theme From Shaft
00:34
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This is not The Theme From Shaft
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2. |
Devilz
04:10
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I’m your devil now
I’m your devil now
I’m your devil now
I’m your devil
These blood stains taste so sweet
No sleep for weeks
I am immortal
I am the bottle as it disappears
I’m no fear
I’m full throttle
Forced through
Dreams twisted
Filled with cheap blow, hard liquor and the blood of the innocent
I taste a little different
Red eyes, Hades favourite citizen
Employee of the week
Grab the edge of your seat
Life is brilliant
Take a bow son
I’m your devil now love
I’m your devil now
I’m your devil now
I’m your devil now
I’m your devil
I’m just a one-take, half-baked
Satan he made me
The greatest protagonist
Since blade slipped
Flattened circles
Broken circles
Haemoglobin
Hands tied
Tongues tied
Deep and tearing in
Sometimes water’s thicker than sin
Red liquor drips from her lips
I am sickness
I sank all those ships
All for your own good
I’m your devil now love
I’m your devil now
I’m your devil now
I’m your devil now
I’m your devil
I set fire to my own face
To watch it burn
First hand
So I learn of my fucking future
I set fire to my own face
To watch it burn
First hand
So I learn of my fucking future
So I learn of my fucking future
So I learn of my fucking future
I’m your devil now
I’m your devil now
I’m your devil now
I’m your devil
I’m your devil now
I’m your devil now
I’m your devil now
I’m your devil
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3. |
Goats
00:41
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Two fucking goats in a human suit
Two fucking goats in a human suit
Two fucking goats in a human suit
Two fucking goats in a human suit
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4. |
Nan's House
03:12
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I used to be really tall
But then I got shorter
I used to be really old
But then I got younger
I used to be a cereal person
But now I’ve switched to toast
I used to have one sugar in my brew, but now I have two
Cause I’m fucking bitter
I don’t like cats they’re stupid
I don’t really buy music
I just talk to myself
I sit in my room and I masturbate
I just go on PornHub and click wildly and hope for the best
Watched three hours of gay porn the other night
Can’t say that was a mistake
Swings and roundabouts
At least it wasn't at my nan’s house
Don’t do that at your nan’s house
Don’t do that at your nan’s house
Don’t do that at your nan’s house
It’s fucking disgusting
Don’t do that at your nan’s house
Don’t do that at your nan’s house
Don’t do that at your nan’s house
It’s fucking disgusting
When that urge comes over you and you’re sat in your nan’s front room
Don’t do it
Wait for home
Wait till your home
Get comfortable with some lotion
Enjoy the motion
Get comfortable
You don’t wanna be doing it next to the doilies
Don’t do that at your nan’s house
Don’t do that at your nan’s house
Don’t do that at your nan’s house
It’s fucking weird
Don’t do that at your nan’s house
Don’t do that at your nan’s house
Don’t do that at your nan’s house
It’s fucking weird
It’s fucking weird
It’s fucking weird
Don’t do that at your nan’s house
Don’t do that at your nan’s house
Don’t do that at your nan’s house
It’s fucking weird
It’s fucking weird
I know you’ve had a beer
Why you drinking with your nan, that’s weird
Don’t do that at your nan’s house
Don’t do that at your nan’s house
Don’t do that at your nan’s house
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5. |
Resposibility
02:08
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I only had a couple of drinks
Or maybe twenty six
lost count before the Gary was in
And now I am venomous
I'm spinning like my life is a disc
Let's watch this precipice
I took a mile but I promised an inch
And now I'm pissing it
Up the wall
Up the wall
Up the wall
I said I'd never do it again
But fucking look at this
I'm swimming in a river of sin
I fucking swear I tripped
Nose-first into the grandad again
I hope my story sticks
I'm not pissed, I'm not pissed
You are
I lost track of yesterday, it elapsed
And now it’s Sunday night
I spent another day on my back
Is this this the simple life?
Waiting for your weight to collapse
I didn’t spread it right
Now you’re staring blindly Into this crack
Right between my eyes
Fall apart
Fall apart
Fall apart
I said I'd never do it again
But fucking look at this
I'm swimming in a river of sin
I fucking swear I tripped
Nose-first into the grandad again
I hope my story sticks
I'm not pissed, I'm not pissed
You are
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6. |
Sad Boi
03:40
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My weary head lay
Pillow stoned and broken
Left for dead in wakes of torrents falling open
On the mend
This bliss is twisted
Round the bend
God’s chosen children
Standing
Shaking
Praying that the snow melts into brandy
Hoping that the hospitals
Still have a warm bed handy
I slept you off for months
But now it’s dawn and i’m still fucking hanging
From a noose of whisky sours
Wasted hours and bitter shandys
I’m coming down I’m chasing serotonin
Life is easier the gates are open
Bring me brittle women
Bring me bottles without bills
Baby be my time to kill
Where mum once gazed on celtic face
Behind green eyes the Liffey runs
I cruckled fell
I lost the race
I’m tripping out I’m seeing shapes
With every fucking step I take
Chaos rose and rose again
Chaos rose it blows in winds
Thrown from heaven soaked in sin
It’s core agrin with half gram bags
And bottles of gin
Chaos rose and rose again
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7. |
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High Viz, High Viz, High
(Repeat)
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8. |
Bitch Rown
03:24
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I like the rain the rain’s real
It doesn’t deal in make believe
Its fallen as long as i remember
It's fallen from my head i can't remember
When i first fell for it
Life's great myth
Now the belly of the beast
Serves carbonated piss
And mezze platters from Asda
The walls are plastered with pictures of strong women from history
Kathy Bates in Misery
Keep calm carry on and dig for victory
Some other patriotic bullshit
Songs from Cruiseship’s
Jane Macdonald
Then lunch
Followed by a round of fine preserves
Served on polystyrene curls
While we all chat about culture
I like the cold
The colds honest
His acts polished
Freezes everything
Fucks off
He doesn't break promises
He doesn't talk about politics
Over smashed avocado on toast
At a brunch meeting at a west end bar
Themed around the south coast
Where tiny cardboard cutouts of locals
Join you at the table for that authentic feel
That's not a plate that's a sheet of steel
Pass it here I’ll do it
Put on some music
Let’s have a fucking dance
To some belters
Brahms and The Selecter
Played in alternating chunks
Through a radio with shit batteries
Shaped like a cactus
Let’s fucking have it
Let’s all just claw our fucking eyes out
Let’s all just claw our fucking eyes out
Let’s all just claw our fucking eyes out
Let’s all just claw our fucking eyes out
Let’s all just claw our fucking eyes out
Let’s all just claw our fucking eyes out
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High Viz Jackit Theory Stoke On Trent, UK
High Viz Jackit Theory are Stoke based punk rotters, fuelled by low-cost carbonated beverages and an unquenchable thirst for chaos. An argument in a pub disguised as a band, made up of a shirtless recovering poet, a roadman with a music teacher for a dad, a pizza delivering cynic and a bottle of cheap wine with a beard. ... more
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