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This Blue Mob
02:59
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The weight of your crest
Holds a knee to the neck
It ties your boot to the rest
The weight of your crest
It holds a knee to the neck
With a lead foot
The glare of your crest
It shields the name on your chest
It begs for blind respect
The glare of your crest
Replaced the name and the flesh
With a lead foot
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Plaque Protection
02:47
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The tooth is rotting from the inside out
Acrid breath is panting down our necks
Golden political smiles conceal decay
While the plaque protection only lasts one day
Don’t be a sucker -
It’s plaque protection laid on thicker
Don’t be a sucker -
It’s class protection for the richer
It’s plaque protection for the picture
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Lasso
03:26
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Drag me through the garden
To wait for my knock on the door
At least I’m alive
It must not hurt so bad
But the rat is tired
Of desire desire desire
Knowing the knot is still tied to me
With your lasso
Stick a pin in me and tear it out
With your lasso
Feed my arms to the earth
With your lasso
You do as you please and then you let go
Feed my arms to the earth
And make me less
The catch, the kill
The cradle that still fits me well
To bless my back with blood
And then to wash it off
But the rat is tired
Of desire
Knowing the knot is still tied to me
Can you make me a man
With your lasso
Stick a pin in me and tear it out
With your lasso
Feed my arms to the earth
With your lasso
You do as you please and then you let go
Feed my arms to the earth
And make me less
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Spitting Image
07:08
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Doesn't it feel strange
Does it feel odd
Will everything change
Will I find god?
Will I find god?
Not my job
Will I find god?
Not my job
If I fuck up
(will I find god?)
If I should meet you in the doldrums
(will I find god?)
Spit me out, slip in my mess
Suck out the poison, then take another guess
A spitting image;
Black mould on black rocks
Cursed With a tongue to speak
And a line to cross
A spitting image
Down to the bone
Cursed With a tongue to speak
And a body that I've outgrown
Will I find god?
Not my job
Will I find god?
Not my job
If I fuck up
(will I find god?)
If I should meet you in the doldrums
(will I find god?)
If I swallow it whole
(will I find god?)
If he swallows me whole
(will I find god?)
SPIT.
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