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Grandads Off Licence

by High Viz Jackit Theory

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1.
This is not The Theme From Shaft
2.
Devilz 04:10
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
3.
Goats 00:41
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
4.
Nan's House 03:12
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
5.
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
6.
Sad Boi 03:40
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
7.
High Viz, High Viz, High (Repeat)
8.
Bitch Rown 03:24
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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released February 29, 2020

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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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