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Written in the Headlines
03:15
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It's written in the headlines that you're coming down
With a picture of you and your socialites, so proud.
I wonder if they even know what this means for you
to sell out a whole country like an immoral tycoon.
I'm reading at the corner stop the headlines on my phone
quotes in politics, the actions, settings and plot holes
used to sloganize your name but it's not enough for you to make a stand for something.
How much does it cost you and how much do you pay to write us off, discard the loss, so you get away with,
hiding what it cost you and hiding what you pay?
To bid the truth of scams that prove that you've always been for sale.
You've said openly who we should hate the most, who's the biggest enemy and the threats that they impose.
And with and every message you say you've got a plan that turns the law against me in you fascist-like crusades.
I'm reading at the corner stop the headlines on my phone
of liars, thieves and swindlers, and diplomat failures
who use to keep you name safe, but they're falling one by one.
And I wonder...
How much does it cost you and how much do you pay to write us off, discard the loss, so you get away with,
hiding what it cost you and hiding what you pay?
To bid the truth of scams that prove that you've always been for sale.
It seems like its always something new,
It seems like you will never stop.
Someday a rain will come, and I'm going to get organized
And I wonder...
How much does it cost you and how much do you pay to write us off, discard the loss, so you get away with,
hiding what it cost you and hiding what you pay?
To bid the truth of scams that prove that you've always been for sale.
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LoFI
02:05
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When my drink came in
they played our song on the LoFi
and my heart began to sink
as I found myself alone.
The two-tone pound of the reggae sound
hit loudly in my heart
on a cold-front night under downtown lights
that kept us warm
When our drinks came in
and they played our song on the LoFi
Our hearts began to sing
as we found ourselves in love
With the two-tone of the reggae sound
hit loudly in our hearts
on a cold-front night under downtown lights
that kept us warm.
Then my drink came in
and they played our song on the LoFi
My heart began to sink
as I found myself alone
As my drink came in
and they played our song on the LoFi
my heart began to sink
as I found myself alone.
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3. |
Last Man on Earth
00:51
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Yeah, I'm glad that its all over
I'm glad that you and I survived.
Cuz now I have a chance
I'm the last standing man
I'm the last man on earth.
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4. |
Keep the Scene Alive
02:41
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Our friends are punks, they're rudeboy hooligans,
psychos and skins, all alike
A pit and a punk
gets knocked down, pick him up,
and set him up for another ride.
Let's all go tonight to the punk rock show.
Let's all hope tonight the cops will not show up.
Let's all hope tonight that our friends will not fight
Let's keep the scene alive
A kid, 13,
in a hardcore punk rock scene
while some have been here since '83.
A pit and a punk
gets knocked down, pick him up,
and set him up for another ride.
Let's all go tonight to the punk rock show.
Let's all hope tonight the cops will not show up.
Let's all hope tonight that our friends will not fight
Let's keep the scene alive
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Bad Bruno Los Angeles, California
The music is fast, and the lyrics are loud... enjoy.
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