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Push it Down
02:46
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Cheer up pal
Pessimisms a deadly menace
We'll have none of what we see you see
The smile dictates the sentence
Not a single wheel is idle
Watch his hands he's got the devil in him
This machine it must prevail
Ignore that aching deep inside you
Push it down
Give us Blood & perspiration
Push it down
Give us Blood & perspiration
Push it down
Give us Blood & perspiration
Push it down
Down
Down
They stumbled on a rotten nest
of thinkers late on Tuesday
Playing chess by the rules
And watching foreign movies
They must be broken
Clawed apart and scratched
They'll tear us open
When they speak you better say it back
Push it down
Give us Blood & perspiration
Push it down
Give us Blood & perspiration
Push it down
Give us Blood & perspiration
Push it down
Down
Down
Shovels on our shoulders
To dig our own wet dreams
It's not enough to take enough
You must be bursting at the seams
Please be quiet and be serious
Don't look beyond your gaze
One doesn't ask fucking questions and
Above all one obeys
Push it down
Give us Blood & perspiration
Push it down
Give us Blood & perspiration
Push it down
Give us Blood & perspiration
Push it down
Down
Down
Dob the neighbours in
Why not, you'll get a shiny medal
They always leave the bin out
And their lawn is never level
It's what we want
A boot to lick, a god to keep us safe
Just nod your head
And all the time these tanks accelerate
Don't pretend you haven't noticed
Anything the last few day
Just close your eyes
And count to ten,
Til summat fades away into
Fear and fucking misery
Fear and fucking misery
Push it down
Give us Blood & perspiration
Push it down
Give us Blood & perspiration
Push it down
Give us Blood & perspiration
Push it down
Down
Down
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2. |
Spar Day
02:46
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She wakes to seven sisters screaming
Shitty songs about the end
Her little cousin counts the bristles
On the brush he tried to bend
Across his skull two hours earlier
In his tinny soanks lament
In the coke he floats a fortune
As she slowly counts to ten
Like a corner shop Madonna
Covered tits with cones of chips
Lambrini for the summer
When she swings she'll never miss
A round of toast, let's spread the butter
thick, And lob it round the room
The ones that land the right way up
Will surely guide us to our doom
Puts the kettle back to boil
Sublimation's got the win
In the steam she writes a novel
A pretty Ulysses falls in
She's hard as nails and tough as boots
River ribble floods her roots
Silver tankards in her eyes
She's hard as nails and tough as boots
River ribble floods her roots
With silver tankards in her eyes
Count forty fingers forty toes
And a bloodshot burning effigy
Beneath birch and scattered gold
A clash of Carlsberg Chemistry
Her lippy smeared across the path
Impressionistic in its distribution
Something sticky on the back
Of her new rhinestone constitution
Like a corner shop Madonna
Covered tits with cones of chips
Lambrini for the summer
When she swings she'll never miss
Like a corner shop Madonna
Covered tits with cones of chips
Lambrini for the summer
When she swings she'll never miss
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