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Sick
05:07
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SICK
Peace
Peace is like a god you never see it in your time
Talk
Talking is a hobby that you use to practice lies
Hope
Hoping everybody gonna kick to get the cause
Bite
You bitten off yer face to spite your nose
Cheap
Cheap as a chicken cheeps guilt wrapped guilt free bones
Blind
Blinded by the government set to sell your souls
Drugs
Drugs to get away from it deep within your veins
Time
Time to take a look at it just before it ends
SICK from incision
SICK from emissions
SICK in the gutter
SICK of the war
SICK of recession
SICK of the system
SICK of the lies
SICK of the lies
Free
Freedom standing up and taking sides
Take
Take what you need but you got to beat the crime
Sing
Singing songs of love along the road
Come
Come inside my art you’re coming home
Bomb
Bombing everybody – you supposed to kiss them hard
Space
Space is just the space beyond the stars
Sex
You’re so sexy I can smell you like a rose
Love
Love is like a lion to control
SICK from incision
SICK from emissions
SICK in the gutter
SICK of the war
SICK of recession
SICK of the system
SICK of the lies
SICK of the lies
Words – Rook Randle
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2. |
Sister Bootleg
04:07
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3. |
Silicone Bones
04:30
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Silicone Bones
Are ya hip to the lies yer government raps off
We’re living in times were yer greed has a big god
Look into the eyes of a queen on a bank note
She couldn’t give a fig if ya twig boat don’t float
Ya cosy in bed with yer nose in a magazine
Picked his name from a hat for the vaccine
Yer furry little friend suffering the eye drop
You’ll know next time yer licking off yer lip gloss
The wheels broken and bent
We’re running off from the stench
The trees are beggin’ like the hairs under your razor
My friends are screaming for me
They’re calling out from the tree’s
Can’t buy wisdom with a bucket full of silicone bones
Bucket of slime a sucker to the business
Fixed his deal with a handicap and witness
Diggers on course chopping off the tree tops
You’ll know next time yer golf ball gets lost
She’s a feast for your eyes a drug for your senses
You shit in her sky and stab her with fences
Killing off life like it grows on trees
Give her your blood give her love not disease
The wheels broken and bent
We’re running off from the stench
The trees are beggin’ like the hairs under your razor
My friends are screaming for me
They’re calling out from the tree’s
Can’t buy wisdom with a bucket full of silicone bones
Words – Rook Randle
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4. |
Wonky 2 Key
03:26
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5. |
Nothing Is Necessary
05:05
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